"I was going to talk to you about that. See……."

"Mrs. H., I love your daughter a lot. But both of us know that I'm stupid." Van said. "So I was thinking, can you give me some ideas?"

Reba looked at Van like he was crazy. "No Van, I'm not going to help you think of an anniversary gift for my daughter!"

"Please Mrs. H.! I'll….I'll clean the attic. You've been telling me to do that for ages and now if you'll help me, I'll finally do it." Van said getting desperate.

"Well… Fine I'll do it. I'll try and think of something that you and Cheyenne can do for your anniversary." Reba said.

"Thanks Mrs. H. Oh yeah, can you try and add some bow chicka wow wow in it?" Van said.

"Van!!" Reba said making a sick face. "You do remember I am Cheyenne's mother don't you?"

"Oh yeah…" Van said uneasily sliding down the car seat.

(Back at Reba's house)

"REBA!!" A frantic Barbra Jean cried. "Where are you? It is now official that you tricked me into marrying Brock!!"

"Barbra Jean? Is that you?" Jake asked from the kitchen.

"Ok pretty boy, tell me where your mother is, if you ever want to see her again." Barbra Jean said holding Jake by his shirt lifting him five feet from the ground. Just then Reba and Van came in the door.

"REBA! Oh there you are!! I was looking all over for you!" Barbra jean said throwing Jake on the floor.

"Barbra Jean! What have you done with my son?" Reba said running to Jake.

"Oh nothing, I lifted him up and asked where you were."Barbra Jean answered.\

At that time, Brock came in, out of breath.

"Mom, I'm ok. Really. When you gave birth to me, I got dad's brickhead." Jake said standing up.

Brock glared at his son.

"Uh oh" Jake said and ran upstairs.

Reba shook her head. "I can't how right he is!" She said laughing.

Brock turned his glare at her.

"So guys, can you tell me why y'all were racing to my house?" Reba asked.

"Oh no biggie, just that Barbra Jean wanted to call the police because I put Binky next to Lulu." Brock said.

"Well it is a big deal to me! You begged me to tell you there history and now you do this to them?" Barbra Jean said.

"Oh Barbra Jean, it's not that bad, I mean he always does stuff like this." Reba said.

"Reba think. I'm not talking about my beanie babies; I'm talking about our marriage. I mean, I thought after he told me he wanted to be my husband, he would understand my feelings. But now, he doesn't even care." Barbra Jean said starting to cry.

"Barbra Jean honey…" Brock started.

"No Brock. I really think we should be separated for now. Come pick up your stuff tomorrow." Barbra Jean said walking out.

"Wow…" Brock said after a while. "I never thought she'd do that after all we've been through. So can I stay here for a few days?"

"Yeah I guess so, I'm sorry Brock. " Reba said giving him a hug.

Just then Kyra came in. "Mom, are you getting back together with dad?" Kyra asked.

They quickly broke apart.

"No honey, Barbra Jean just kicked your dad out so he'll be staying here for a while."

"Ok good. Because you and dad getting back together would be the worst thing that could happen."

Reba looked at her younger daughter. "You know, a few years ago, your sister said the same thing."

"Oh no. I'm turning into Cheyenne." Kyra said groaning starting to walk out. "Still, I've grown to like Barbra Jean and I don't want to put her through what you went through."

Reba started to start dinner.

"Brock get that lazy butt of yours helpful and think of stuff that Van and Cheyenne can do for their anniversary. And slice these tomatoes." Reba said getting some butter out from the fridge.

They were silent for a few moments.

"Hey, how about they renew their vows again. I mean last time, you sorta ruined it." Brock said smiling at the memory.

"Brock if you want to stay here you better hold your tongue. And you idea…"