Casey nodded. "I wish you were my Mom."
Rebecca smiled. "I need to go stop Henry from killing Whyatt."
Rebecca walked into the man cave to find Henry yelling at Whyatt, who was almost in tears.
"Henry." Rebecca said. "Stop. This isn't the way to handle this."
"This is my son, I'll handle it the way I think needs done!" Henry said with his voice still raised.
"No, he's our son; and he's not going to learn anything from being yelled at."
"Would you rather me pull out my belt?"
"Henry, not this again."
"I want Casey out of this house. As long as she's here, Whyatt's going to have sex."
"Do you live in some fantasy world where our son isn't going to have sex if Casey lives somewhere else?"
"It won't happen under my watch."
"I'm not kicking Casey out."
"I will." Henry said beginning to get up.
"Dad, if she goes. I go."
"You won't go anywhere."
"Try me."
"Whyatt, I want you to go on out of here. Okay?"
Rebecca waited until Whyatt was out of earshot.
"Casey needs our help."
"I don't care."
"Fine. If she goes. I go. And so does your son."
"You'd risk our ten year marriage for a girl you barely know?"
"No. I'd risk our ten year marriage for my daughter."
"She's not your daughter."
"She's as much my daughter as Whyatt and Montgomery are my sons."
"I don't want to me a Grandpa at twenty-six."
"I don't want to be a Grandma at twenty-six. But kicking Casey out on the street isn't going to stop Whyatt from having sex."
"What do we do?"
"Educate."
Henry sat down. "He's making the exact same mistakes I made, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Maybe you could talk to him, instead of yelling at him. And maybe don't threaten to beat the tar out of him when he doesn't comply?"
"I feel like I'm on my own here. I don't get to make any decisions, regarding if Whyatt's girlfriend, whom he is sexually active with can live with us, I don't get to make any decisions regarding how to handle the fact our son is 15 and sexually active…."
"At first, I'll admit. I didn't want Casey here either, but only because of the lack of space. It was Erica's idea. And now, I think it was a great idea. Yes, we're going to have some issues. The same issues that Kevin and Erica had when we were dating and living under the same roof. I think they can be handled without throwing Casey out."
"Again, I don't get to make any decisions. So, whatever. She can stay."
"I don't want there to be any animosity."
"Well, there is." Henry said.
"Henry, what's really going on here?"
"You spend more time with her, than you do me."
"You spend all your time in this room playing video games." Rebecca said sighing, as she left the room.
Rebecca walked downstairs and noticed Erica was still sitting with the boys, all four of them, and Casey had joined them
"Guys. Can I talk to Erica?" She asked.
"But mom, this is the best part!" Benjamin said.
"It's cool." Erica said getting up. "Where to?"
Rebecca shrugged. "I don't care."
The two women sat in Erica's room. Silently.
"Rebecca, I still can't read minds." Erica said. "Is this about Whyatt and Casey?"
"No. That's been dealt with. Sort of."
"Okay. What's up?"
"First, I am in my no means…asking you to move out. Okay?"
Erica nodded. "Alright."
"However, when do you think you might be getting another place?"
"I'll be able to get an apartment or something; as soon as the divorce is final, and as soon as the child support checks start coming in. Why?"
"We don't have the space for everybody right now."
"I'm sleeping on the couch. It's not ideal. But Casey needs help, and that trumps me being inconvenienced"
Rebecca sighed deeply. "Where's my baby going to sleep?"
Erica raised an eyebrow. "Baby?"
"As of six weeks ago."
"Henry know?"
"No. I was going to tell him, and then the stuff with Casey and Whyatt happened."
"Well; you know….you'll have about 8 months to figure it out, and then for awhile the baby will sleep by your bed."
"I just don't want to have to explain to Benjamin why I gave him up and didn't give up this baby."
"Cross that bridge when you get there." Erica said. "You'll get ulcers otherwise."