"I keep telling you to send Julian to New York with me for a few days. I'll teach the boy some manners," Emma laughed quietly, making her way to an unused bedroom and shutting the door. There'd be blankets and pillows in here, and Emma could make a nest to snuggle into and pretend for a little bit that her world hadn't just turned itself upside-down on her (albeit in a good way). "The culture shock might be good for him."