"So, how are things in the Hart household?"

Dr. Robert Pace sat in front of Brock and Reba for their weekly therapy session, ready to listen to whatever they had to say. They had been seeing him for almost a year and he was actually very thrilled at the progress they had made.

"Good," Brock said.

"How's the baby?"

Reba had a gentle hand over her stomach. It was just something that happened. She didn't mean for it to, but it was as if she couldn't pull her hand away. She had gained a bit of weight and her middle was a little thicker, but you couldn't tell that she was with child.

"Doin' just fine," She assured the older man. "Seven more months until we finally get to meet her."

"Or him," Brock interjected. He looked at the doctor with a smile. "I know it's going to be a boy."

"Oh, it is not."

Brock rolled his eyes, pointing to Reba with his thumb. "This one thinks she can tell, but I think that it'll be a boy since we already have two girls. That's just how things work."

Dr. Pace chuckled. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be a wonderfully, healthy baby." He got out his legal pad. "So, what's been going on?"

"Well, Henry is going to be coming for a visit," Brock said.

"Oh? When is this?"

"This week. I'm flying up to get him this afternoon"

Dr. Pace nodded, writing down Brock's words. "And Henry's your son, correct?"

"Yes. He's really excited about it, too. I haven't seen him in a few months."

Dr. Pace noticed Reba kind of looking down and playing with a stray string on her jeans, not really contributing to the conversation.

"Reba?"

She looked up. "Yes?"

"How do you feel about Henry visiting?"

"I'm okay with it."

"Just okay?"

"I thought you were excited," Brock spoke up, turning to her.

She shrugged. "I am."

"You don't seem like it."

"I guess I'm just worried about what he'll think."

"About what?" Dr. Pace asked. "The baby?"

"That, and the fact that Brock and I are together now. I don't want him to look at me as the other woman."

"But you're not," Brock said.

"I still feel that I am." She sighed. "Like any kid, he wants his parents to be together. What if he gets jealous of mine and Brock's kids and starts acting out or something?"

"He's five," Brock said. "He doesn't understand that sort of thing. All he knows is that he's coming here to have fun."

"He'll realize it when he gets older if we're still together."

"If we're still together?"

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did you mean it?"

"Okay, okay." Dr. Pace held up a hand before a fight could break out. "Let's not get out of hand. Reba's obviously worried about the way she's looked at, so, Brock, why not explain to Henry that you and her are together now, just the two of you. Talk to him about it over the phone or on the way home from the airport. Explain it to him in a way that he can understand."

Brock nodded. "I just want us all to be happy, you know? I realize I have two families, but what I don't understand is why they can never run smoothly."

"Do you hear yourself?" Reba asked. "You're with me now. Why are you still worried about making things run smoothly with Barbra Jean? You never talk to her."

"She pretty much controls when I see Henry. Why would I want to set her off?"

"I don't know. It just bothers me."

"Well, you know what bothers me? The fact that your makeup always ends up on my side of the bathroom counter."

"That is irrelevant in this conversation."

"No, it isn't. We're talking about things that bother us." He turned to Dr. Pace. "Right, Doc?"

"I suppose," The therapist responded.

"That's what I thought. Couldn't you just keep all your stuff in that little box I bought you?"

"You're comparing your visitation rights to makeup?"

"Yes."

Reba rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, arms folded. "Could you grow up for once? You've never brought this up until now, when you're mad."

"Why start an argument?"

"Oh! So you only want to talk about those kinds of things when I'm already mad? Brock, if you have a problem, you don't have to wait until therapy to tell me!"

"I could say the same thing about you! You never told me about your feelings about Henry until just now!"

"I didn't know how to tell you, and for your information, I was trying to think of a way to let you know."

"When were you planning on telling me? When I walked in the house with him?"

"I don't know."

"Seems like you both need to work on your communication skills," Dr. Pace told them. "After not being able to communicate correctly for almost ten years, your skills need some brushing up, don't you agree?"

"I guess," Brock said, looking towards Reba. "Do you?"

"My communication skills are just fine," She said. "It's you who has always had the problem."

"Let's not point fingers," Dr. Pace said. "You both are at fault or only one of you would be in therapy. Just try to be understanding towards one another. This relationship is progressing rather quickly, with the baby and such, so why not slow down and focus on what a beautiful life you've created in the past twenty plus years and slowly start to rebuild your communication back up. It's worth a try."