A/N: I haven't written in a really long time and I apologize for that… I have been busy with my schooling, but now my semester is over and I thought I would write a chapter for a Christmas gift for you readers… So, let's not prolong it any longer…=D

Reba walks down the hall and walks into Lindsay's bedroom. "Lindsay, I want to have a family meeting downstairs. If you can get down there it would be greatly appreciated." Reba says.

"We'll see if I can get down there or not." Lindsay replies not even looking up at her mom. Reba walks into her daughter's bedroom and puts her arms on her shoulders.

"Lindsay, you are eleven years old, if you don't attend this meeting you're grounded." Reba responds.

"That's not fair!" Lindsay replies turning to face her.

"See you downstairs." Reba walks out of Lindsay's room and into Kara's room which is just next door to Lindsay's.

"Kara?" Reba asks. Kara puts her book down on the bed and look at her mom. She folds her hands in her lap.

"Yes mom?" Kara asks.

"You, Lindsay, Jersey, Jordan and I are going to have a family meeting downstairs, very shortly. Would you come?" Reba questions.

"Of course." Kara puts her book down and gets off the bed. "I will go get Jersey." Kara walks out of her room and goes down the hall into her younger sister's room.

"Come on Jersey. Do you wanna go downstairs?" Kara asks.

"Yes!" Jersey hollers. Reba laughs and walks into the nursery to get her little eight month old daughter Jordan. She walks over to the crib and picks her up.

"Hi Jordan. We are going downstairs before I make you a bottle for lunch. How's that sound huh?" Reba smiles. She walks out of the nursery and looks in Lindsay's bedroom as she goes past. Lindsay isn't in her bedroom, so she assumes that she is downstairs. Reba and Kara walk down the stairs with the girls. Lindsay is sitting on the couch watching television. Reba walks over, picks up the remote control and turns off the TV.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Lindsay exclaims.

"We need to talk, and that means I don't want the TV on while we have this conversation." Reba replies. By this time, Kara and Jersey have been able to sit on the couch with Lindsay.

"What would you like to say mom?" Kara asks. Lindsay crosses her arms and looks at Kara.

"What would you like to say mom?" Lindsay mocks her younger sister. Kara glares at Lindsay and sticks her tongue out. "Ooh, I'm so scared."

"GIRLS." Reba says sternly. Kara puts her hands in her lap and looks down at them.

"I'm sorry mom." Kara states.

"Look, I know how you must feel about your dad leaving. It really stinks, I know. It's not just your dad that left, but my husband. He will be back in two years. Yes, I know by that time Lindsay, you'll be 13, Kara will be 11, Jersey will be 6 and just starting school, Jordan will be 3, and this new little child will be almost 2. But if we stick together it will be okay. He loves you no matter where he is. And it's not as if we are divorced, we even still get along. I love your father very much; it will just be difficult for us to get along without him, but it will be okay." Reba says.

"No it won't! You don't understand anything about me mom! I love you, but you are very naïve. I am going upstairs and I don't want anybody to bother me until dad gets home from France." Lindsay hollers and then runs up the stairs to her bedroom.

"Mom, what are we going to do?" Kara asks looking at her.

"I don't know Kara. I will talk to your dad and we will have to see what we are going to do about it. I don't see any point in worrying about it right now though." Reba replies with a sigh.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! God bless you this Christmas Season!