Steven smiled and started for the door. He managed to get to the dining room before little Steve started moving.
"I'll get this one." He said to his son. The boy just nodded and finished double checking the table.
Steven's hand was actually shaking a little as he reached for the handle. He was terrified that his mother wouldn't like Stacey. That she wouldn't approve. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before pulling the door open.
"Hey, Mom. Come on in." He stepped aside so she could enter. "Ca...May I take that for you?" He knew the look she'd have given him if he hadn't corrected himself.