Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters for Reba.
Chapter One
Cheyenne Hart smiled awkwardly at her redheaded mother, Reba Hart.
"Mom, can we…talk?" She asked, timidly.
"Hey, honey?" Reba looked at her beautiful daughter and smiled.
"Okay, so I know you're dealing with a lot right now, okay? And I know that I might need your help when my baby is born and everything…I also know that you love me and that you're open to letting Van live here with us and I know that you care about me. But…I just have to ask you something." Cheyenne realized she was rambling slightly. She blushed and arranged her blonde hair into a messy bun.
"Ask me anythin' Cheyenne." Reba grinned, hoping it wasn't anything too serious. She figured Cheyenne just wanted money or clothes or something and didn't know how to ask for it.
"Alright, here it goes: I was thinking I could move in with dad and Barbra Jean." Cheyenne squeezed her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to see Reba's reaction.
"Oh." Reba's face fell and her heart broke. She couldn't believe it.
"Mom, don't be upset!" Cheyenne bit her lip and sighed.
"I'm not. But have you asked Brock…your father…yet?" She wanted to know.
"Um, yeah. We've been talking about for a couple of weeks now. Barbra Jean is really excited too." Cheyenne replied, wishing she hadn't added the part about Barbra Jean.
"Oh, that's nice. Really nice." Reba lied.
"Hey, what's going on?" Kyra walked into the room and glanced from Reba to Cheyenne, skeptically.
"Nothin'. Cheyenne's just gonna live with your father for a little while." Reba told her younger daughter.
"A little while? No, mom, this is permanent." Cheyenne let her know.
"Alright." Reba chuckled slightly.
"What?" Cheyenne demanded, angrily. She had been afraid to tell her and now she was laughing. Telling her it would only be temporary?
"It's just that…I'm sure Brock won't like it you and Van bein' there and all." Reba laughed.
"Um, no. Actually, he will. You see we discussed it! We, like, talked it over. Ironed out all the details? He knows everything. We talked about everything. And he's getting us a car. And a TV for our room! So, you know what, I think it is permanent!" Cheyenne yelled. Her father had prepared everything for them. He was thrilled to have them live with him and so was Barbra Jean.
"Really? You're living with him?" Kyra smirked.
"Yes." Cheyenne nodded, crisply.
"Whatever." Kyra rolled her eyes and left the room, laughing.
"Well, I'm all packed. I just have to…leave, I guess." Cheyenne stood up and walked up stairs.
"Wait! Cheyenne, I didn't mean it." Reba apologized.
"I know, I'm sorry, okay?" Cheyenne smiled and hugged Reba as she gathered the three dark brown suitcases off of her bed. She struggled with them as she moved down the stairs.
"Here, lemmee take that." Reba grabbed two of them and helped Cheyenne lug them to the door.
"I'm meeting Van there." Cheyenne explained as she carried the suitcases outside with Reba.
"Oh." Reba nodded.
"And Barbra Jean and Dad'll pick me up in a couple minutes." Cheyenne semi-smiled and fiddled with the brass lock on her suitcase.
"Wow. I didn't know it'd be so soon." Reba mused aloud.
"Yeah, well, like I said, we've been discussing this for a while." Cheyenne informed her.
"Why didn't you tell me, Cheyenne?"
"I was afraid, I guess…I…."
"Cheyenne? Honey, you ready?" Barbra Jean emerged from the silver Mercedes she was driving. She wore a small, spaghetti strap black dress and a pair of high black shoes. Her blonde hair was swept up into a perfect, curled pony tail and she wore large, real diamond studs in her ears.
Reba glowered slightly at her and envied her perfection, secretly.
Cheyenne smiled at her new stepmother with joy. "Thanks so much, Bee."
"Sure, Cheyenne. Let's go, c'mon, Brock's waitin' for you in the car and Van's waitin' at home for us." Barbra Jean grinned.
"Oh Van's already there?" Cheyenne's face lit up and she giggled.
"Yeah, he wanted to pick you up with us but we told him to get settled in instead." Barbra Jean said as she loaded the car with Cheyenne's things.
"Let's go!" Cheyenne clapped her hands, giddily and grinned.
"Okay!" Barbra Jean hopped into the car and Cheyenne followed.
The car sped off in the direction of Brock and Barbra Jean's new house.
"Goodbye." Reba whispered softly into the cold air.