Chapter 1

Reba sat down on the couch with a book in her hands. "Finally, some peace and quiet in here" she mumbled to herself. Right after she said that, the front door flew open.

"Barbra Jean! Why can't you just believe me?" Brock pleaded to the 5"10 blond. "Craaaaappp. So much for peace and quiet." Reba thought.

"Because Brock. I want to see what Reba, my best friend, says and then I'll make up my mind." Barbra Jean snapped. Reba sighed loudly and stood up from the comfortable spot she was just in. "What is it this time", She growled.

"Reba, can you tell Barbra Jean that I did not take Lulu and throw her in the garbage can?!" Brock asked. "Oh gee, I don't know Brock. Can I?! This is the dumbest things coming from both of y'all. I thought when everyone moved out, things would be quiet around here".

Cheyenne and Van moved out of the house with their two kids, Elizabeth and Emerson, about 10 minutes away from Reba. You would think they wouldn't be around much, but they are over every day so Reba can help babysit. Kyra is traveling around the world and touring with her band. Fortunately, her and Reba have built a stronger relationship so Kyra visits as much as she can. Then there's Jake. The not-so-little-anymore Jake. He's a sophomore in Highschool, hanging out with friends, or his girlfriend; so, he isn't around the house much. Reba calls herself lucky if she could get the whole family together for dinner. The only annoying thing is Brock and Barbra Jean. They have been going at each other like cats and dogs for the past six months. Reba wishes they would just stop fighting for a day and be at peace with everyone, but she knows it would be a long shot.

"Reeeeebaaaaaaaaa. You there, Peaches?" Barbra Jean asked waving her hand in front of the red head's face. Reba snapped back into the world and slapped Barbra Jean's hand away. "What is it Barbra Jean?" she mumbled. "Do you believe Brock? Because I think it's a stupid excuse that he was out shopping with you yesterday."

"Actually. He was with me shopping. He had to get some groceries for your house while I was doing the same. So, it must have been someone else. Why do you care so much about a beanie baby anyways?" Reba scoffed. Barbra Jean's eyes became wide. "Oh boy..." muttered Brock as he rubbed his face with the palm of his hand.

"LULU IS NOT JUST A BEANIE BABY. SHE IS THE LEADER OF THE PACK AND CURRENTLY IS DATING MR. SNUGGLES SO HE WOULD BE DEPRESSED IF SHE WENT MISSING" Barbra Jean shouted.

Reba stood emotionless. She had gotten used to the 'intimidating' bimbo. "Well isn't a relief for Mr. Snuggles"

Barbra Jean gasped in horror. "Oookkaaaay, thanks Reba. Have a nice day" Brock said as he led Barbra Jean to the front door. "Bye." was all the red head said and shut the door on them.

"THIS AIN'T OVER, REBA!" Barbra Jean yelled from outside the door as her husband led her to their home.

Reba just rolled her eyes and went back to the couch. As much as she loves the blonde bimbo, she just can't stand her most of the time. Barbra Jean and Brock fight about the littlest of things, it's a wonder they haven't gotten a divorce yet. There has been talk about it, but they never seem to go through it. Reba isn't sure about the threats of the divorce. She wants them to stay together, but maybe it would calm things down a bit. Reba has given up on trying to save their marriage, she knew it won't be fixed until the two blondies come to their senses.

"Heyy mooom!" called a perky (a little too perky for Reba) voice from the kitchen. "Do you have any food, Mrs. H?" called another voice.

"Cheyenne and Van have come to visit... again." muttered Reba as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Grandma!" yelled Elizabeth running to Reba, arms open wide. Reba smiled and gladly accepted the hugs from both of her grandchildren.

"Hey mom!" said Cheyenne as she gave a little kiss on Reba's cheek. "Mrs. H, why do you have absolutely nothing in your fridge?" complained Van sticking his head out from the fridge.

"Well, I thought since I didn't have you guys coming over every single day, I wouldn't have to make many trips to the grocery store. But, since you guys are coming over more than I thought you would, I will make sure I have food for you, you Majesty." replied Reba in her sarcastic, southern accent of hers.

"Thanks Mrs. H!"

Reba rolled her eyes and sat down at the counter. "Elizabeth, why don't you go and take your brother into the living room and watch a little bit of tv while I talk to your grandma, okay?" said Cheyenne to her daughter.
"Ok!"

"What's up? Is everything okay?" asked Reba as she turned her chair around to face Cheyenne.

"Oh, nothing much. Just seeing if anything is going on with you..." Cheyenne replied, twirling her hair around her finger nervously.

"Cheyanne, whenever you twirl your hair around your hand, It means your nervous about telling me something. Now, what's going on?"

"I do not!"
"Do too! You're doing it now!"

"Okay ladies. Let's break it up here." said Van getting in between the women who were on their feet, about to rip each other apart. "Now Cheyenne, tell your mother what we have been discussing about on the way here".

"Mom, what is going on between you and dad?" Cheyenne spit out folding her arms and eyebrows raised.

"What do you mean? There is nothing going on between us." Reba scoffed. "Well, there is something going on. He is always over at the house, he won't stop looking at you, and he hugs you now! Since when do you guys hug?!" Cheyenne asked waving her arms around.

Reba looked at her daughter with a bewildered look on her face, but then she just busted out laughing. "Cheyenne, there is nothing goin' on between you and your Father. He's been over here so much because of the fights between him and Barbra Jean, and he doesn't give me looks. As for the hugging, were just being friendly towards each other. Gotta a problem with that?"

Cheyenne stood there, dumbfounded. "I guess you're right. I just don't want him to hurt you again." she said sitting back at the table. "Darling, were just friends. Besides, he is married to Barbra Jean anyways. There is nothing going on between your father and I." confirmed the Red Head as she sat down next to her daughter.

"You're right." said Cheyenne with a sigh.

"You sound disappointed."

"Well I don't know. Sometimes I wonder what would it be like if you guys were back together. I mean, I love Barbra Jean; however, I just think her and dad aren't meant to be anymore. They fight a lot, even over the littlest of things. It's really stupid."

"I wonder that too sometimes to be honest, but Barbra Jean and your dad have to work out their marriage on their own, okay?" Reba said, rubbing her hand on Cheyenne's shoulder.

"Mrs. H is right, Cheyenne. It isn't our place to do anything about their marriage." said Van who came to hug his wife.

"You're right guys. Thanks. I guess I'm just upset at dad and Barbra Jean for continuing an unhappy marriage, but oh well." Cheyenne said sadly.

"It will be okay, babe." Van said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Reba watched the couple with sadness in her eyes. Brock used to be like that. Always caring whenever I was upset. I do wonder what it would be like get back together with him. I mean, he is a changed man, mature, sweet, hot... what the hell, Reba! Do NOT think of your ex-husband like that! He is a married man and you have moved on. Right?