A/N: It has been two weeks since Chapter 14.
Reba was up in the nursery with Andrew, Jersey and Jordan. Andrew was in her arms.
"Rock a bye baby." Reba started when she heard footsteps behind her chair. She stopped rocking. Could an intruder have gotten into her home? Would he want the baby? Would he kill her and Andrew? What about Jersey and Jordan? They were both asleep. The footsteps didn't come closer, so Reba wasn't sure if he decided to leave or not.
"Well…" The strange voice said. "Did you miss me?"
"Jack!" Reba exclaimed and jumped up out of the chair. Her husband held his arms out wide to embrace her, not realizing she had Andrew in her arms.
"Is this the baby?" Jack asked after a little while of hugging and silence. He'd been gone almost a year. Reba nodded.
"I've been excited for when you'd meet. Jack, this is your son Andrew James Morgan. Andrew, this is your daddy big boy." Reba said.
"Here, let me hold him for you." Jack said. "You have to be exhausted." Reba handed Jack the baby.
"I have to use the ladies' room." Andrew screamed and cried when his mama walked away.
"It's okay little guy. I'm here for you. Don't cry." Jack tried to calm his son. He continued to scream until Reba walked back in then all he did was cry- loudly.
"Maybe we oughta take him into the bedroom so he doesn't wake up the others." Reba nodded in agreeance and they walked into their bedroom. Jack handed Andrew back to Reba and instantly he stopped crying. Reba saw the hurt expression in Jack's eyes and on his face.
"He's just spent more time with me is all Jack. Now, tell me, how was France?" Reba asked.
"Gorgeous. We have to go to Paris for our twenty-fifth anniversary. You'll love it." Reba started laughing. "What?"
"We haven't even been married fifteen yet." Reba replied.
"I know. I'm planning ahead." Jack responded with a smile. Reba laid Andrew on the bed next to her to give her arms a break. "Why is it he cries when I hold him, but he doesn't cry for you?" Reba laughed.
"Jack, Andrew and I have been together for a long time. You just came back. It'll take time." Jack walked out of the room.
"It'll take time. Sure. I'm a stranger to my own son." Jack stated. Lindsay walked upstairs. "Hi Lindsay." Lindsay looked at her dad, but ignored him. "What's with her?" He asked himself. "I truly am a stranger to my family. Even my wife. Was a year in Paris worth all of this? Maybe I should have taken Reba and the girls with me to France. At least then I would still have my wife and children with me at my side. Instead, now I'm completely forgotten and I'm a stranger in foreign lands."