Reba walked out the door and headed towards her car. She stared the engine and began to drive away not really sure where she was going. Brock stood rooted to his spot.

"Where's mommy going?" Jake asked walking into the kitchen with Kyra. Brock snapped back to reality.

"Oh she's going away for a little while but guess what I'm going to be taking you to school!" Brock said trying to sound enthusiastic.

"If we ever make it to school," Kyra said. For a fifth grader Kyra was sarcastic but smart. She reminded him of Reba when they were in college.

"So what's taking Cheyenne so long that you'll be late to school?" Brock asked. Kyra sighed as she sat up to eat the breakfast Brock had quickly made her.

"I don't know something about not having anything to wear."

Brock let out a sigh. "Ok let me go see what I can do to hurry her along." Brock made his way to the stairs heading for Cheyenne's room. Before he opened her door he stopped and went to his ad Reba's room. He quickly grabbed what he needed and hurried to Cheyenne's door.

"Cheyenne can I come in?" Brock asked knocking on the door. He heard her reply but it sounded as if she were far away. Brock opened the door to find piles of clothes thrown about the room. "What happened in here?" Brock asked shocked at the mess that Cheyenne had created. Cheyenne flopped onto her bed.

"I have nothing to wear," she pouted. Brock looked around the room.

"Nothing?" he questioned thinking his daughter had gone crazy. "What about all these clothes?"

Cheyenne looked around the room at the piles. "What about them?"

"Oh good you can at least seem them too. I'll tell you what sweetie. If you can clean up all these clothes and I mean put them away not just hiding them somewhere. I'll let you wear this," Brock pulled out the outfit Reba had hidden from Cheyenne.

"Really?" Cheyenne gasped. Brock nodded. "You're the best daddy ever!" Cheyenne squealed. Brock got the kids ready for school and headed to the office. Brock had a few patients that day. At lunch time he went out to check his afternoon schedule with his hygienist, Barbra Jean.

"Hi Dr. Hart," Barbra Jean giggled. Brock subtly rolled his eyes. He knew that she had a crush on him. He just hoped it passed soon.

"Hi Barbra Jean. I just wanted to check my schedule for the afternoon. I have to get my kids from school today." Brock explained. Barbra Jean got a confused look on her face.

"I thought Reba took care of the kids." She stated.

"Yes well Reba went away for a while and now I'm taking care of them. So please what is my schedule," Brock said getting frustrated with how involved Barbra Jean was in his family. She didn't need to know everything about him. They were employer and employee after all.

"Hmm let's see," Barbra Jean hummed as she looked over the scheduling book. "You have two appointments before two-thirty and one at four." Barbra Jean smiled enjoying being close to Brock as he leaned on the counter.

Brock pushed off of the counter. "Ok I'll take care of the two early appointments but please call the four o'clock, apologize for the inconvenience and cancel. Tell him that I'll gladly reschedule him on a different day but something came up."

"Okay dokey artichokey," Barbra Jean giggled. Brock finished his last two patients and left to get his kids. Being a single father was going to take some getting used to.