Kyra Eleanor Hart is carrying around her 2 week old daughter named Reba Eleanor Hart. Her mother was extremely flattered that she named her daughter after her. Reba's exact words to her are,
"Are you sure you want to name her after me? I mean, Reba is a hard name to get along with. Imagine if this little baby grows up to be a singer. What would you think would happen with the name Reba?" Reba asks Kyra.
"I think Reba fits her well mom, just like it does you." Kyra says.
"Well thank you, honey." Reba replies. Reba kisses the top of Kyra's head. "I think it's time for you to go to school. Even if you do have a baby; you still have responsibilities to take care of." Reba says.
"Okay. Bye Reba. Bye mom." Kyra replies, picking her backpack up off the floor.
"Say bye mommy." Reba says talking to her granddaughter. Kyra just waves at her daughter and walks out the door. Reba Eleanor Hart just coos.
"Come on honey… It's just you and me for awhile. You're Aunt Cheyenne is at the grocery store buying some formula for you. I get to watch you until she comes back. Grandpa is upstairs getting ready to go into the office." Reba says bouncing her. Brock walks down the stairs.
"Why does this look so familiar to me?" Brock asks wrapping his arm around Reba.
"Because we have had 3 beautiful babies together if I do say so myself, and now we have a grandchild together." Reba says smiling at the baby. Brock sighs. "What?" Reba says looking at him.
"I just wish that Kyra would have had this child when she was married, out of school, and out of our house. I mean, I can't believe that the father of this child raped our daughter." Brock says.
"Hey… We agreed that we wouldn't talk about it. He is not to see the child at all. Especially since Kyra didn't want us to press charges." Reba says playing with Reba Eleanor's feet.
"I know… I know." Brock says. The doorbell rings. Brock opens the door and sees a man they haven't seen in awhile.
"Hi." Mr. Myers says.
"What are you doing here? We agreed that you wouldn't see the baby." Brock says standing in the doorway.
"I just had to see my daughter." He says. Reba starts heading towards the kitchen. "Please stop. I won't do her any harm. I just want to get to hold her." Jake walks down the stairs.
"Jake, take her upstairs, and don't bring her down until I say to." Reba says.
"Okay." Jake says. He takes Reba from his mother and walks up the stairs with her.
"Why did you do that? She is my daughter just as much as she is Kyra's daughter, and your granddaughter." Mr. Myers says.
"That may be true, but we had an agreement that you would never see her. And it's MY daughter you raped, and I have an obligation to protect HER before you." Reba says as she storms up the stairs.
"I think my wife has said everything that needs to be said." Brock says, "Now get out." Reba rushes back down.
"Hang on really quick Brock. Let's not leave it like this." Reba says. Mr. Myers sighs. Reba punches him in the gut, and slams the door on him.