Cheyenne knocked on the door furiously,

"Mom? Are you okay, you've been in there for twenty minutes?"

"Yeah, y'all shouldn't be worried, I've worked for a doctor I know it's just a bug it'll- it'll-"

Reba's eldest daughter took a step back, she chuckled,

"Mom, you worked for a dentist's office, it doesn't count!"

"Well, excuse me…" Her mother's voice echoed from the toilet bowl.

Cheyenne laughed to herself,

"Wow, you have haven't been this sick since you were pregnant for Jake…"

"Shut up Chey-" Reba's head shot up only making her stomach turn again.

"Mom?"

"Cheyenne get your butt in here!"

Her daughter opened the door, realizing that it had never been locked and blamed it, like always on the fact that she was a blonde.

"What?"

By the time Cheyenne had closed the door behind her, Reba was searching the medicine chest,

"Cheyenne I'm gonna ask you once, where do we keep our pregnancy tests?"

"What- who said anything about pregnancy?"

"You did, but that's not the point….. just tell me!"

"M-mom, I- I don't keep pregnancy tests around the house, what if Elizabeth, ummmm- chokes on them? Yeah….What am I supposed to do then huh?"

"Quit playing games and just tell me…"

Cheyenne had been horrible at lying ever since Reba could remember; she could always catch her in the act of sneaking out, especially when it was with Van.

"In the back of the cabinet, in the upstairs bathroom…" she mumbled.

Reba walked out of the bathroom quickly, too quickly for herself to make Cheyenne feel guilty and much too fast for her daughter.

Cheyenne was almost speechless,

"You don't think…"

"I'm not thinking, I'm assuming honey." Reba trailed off as she trailed up the steps.

She stumbled into the upstairs bathroom, her daughter tripping in right behind her.

"Mom?" she asked bewildered.

"We'll see…. I am trying to find out, now leave!"

Reba could hear Cheyenne pacing outside of the bathroom, and was almost unable to keep from choking back the tears when she heard Van bounding up the stairs,

"Hey Cheyenne, what's wrong?" you could tell Van had is usual goofy smile on his face.

Reba listened to the mumbling that followed, and flinched as Van began pounding on the bathroom door,

"MRS. H, DO I NEED TO KICK BRIAN'S ASS?"

She didn't say a word to Van,

"Cheyenne, I'm going to open the door, but only for you to come in okay?"

"Fine." She replied like a small child who couldn't get their way.

She opened the door just a tiny crack and Cheyenne pushed through, opening it as little as possible, so her mother didn't have to see the ridiculous look of rage on Van's face.

"I can't look at the test, would you mind?" Reba motioned toward the sink where the test was balanced on the edge of the basin.

"It's two lines."

"Yeah? I'm not versed in modern pregnancy testing, if the test doesn't turn blue I'm unsure if I should start buying my onesies now, or if I should jump up and down with joy." She looked at her daughter half- hoping even though she had every symptom in the book it wouldn't be true.

Cheyenne tried her best to be positive,

"Yayyy, newww babyyyy….." she sang unconvincingly.

Reba backed up into the door and slid down, as she hit the cold tile, the tears seemed to fall from her eyes freely; she no longer had the choice to hold them back.

"Cheyenne….. No."

"You have to tell Bryan."

"I don't know…. No." she repeated in denial.

"Mom-"

"I don't think you understand honey, I don't think you could ever understand!"

"Don't you want another baby?"

"Maybe 25 years ago!"

"Mom it's a blessing..."

"Or a curse Cheyenne…. Or a curse."

"I'm sure Bryan will be ecstatic Mom, give him a chance to impress you."

"How can he impress me anymore than he already has? It's convincing me that I love him that's the problem."

"Oh mom…" Cheyenne slid down the wall herself to embrace her mother; Reba willingly laid her head on her daughter's shoulder and wept…

"It's okay, in the morning you'll have an entirely different view, believe me mom, when I got pregnant, everything always seemed better in the morning…. And that was much bigger of a situation than this is of course!"

Reba stared at her daughter in disbelief, glaring her you've got to be kidding me glare right into the blacks of Cheyenne's eyeballs, her mouth agape,

"CHEYENNE!"

"Oh stop!" She jumped up from the floor, and left the bathroom leaving Reba to herself to think….. Something Reba didn't really feel like doing.