A/N: A few days later…
Reba lay in the bed and moaned. Brock came out of the bathroom.
"Are you alright?" Brock asked. He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. She scrunched up her nose. He could tell the movement was hurting her.
"I don't know." She groaned and then rushed from the bed into the bathroom. Reba had barely hit her knees before she threw up in the toilet. Brock leaned in the doorway.
"Are you okay?" He walked over and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I would prefer it if you didn't touch me right now." Reba replied and threw up again. Brock nodded.
"I'll go downstairs and see what we have for breakfast." Brock replied and walked out of the bathroom. He hated leaving Reba there by herself. It was hard to see her leaning over the toilet and hearing the sounds as she threw up; but she asked him to leave, so there wasn't much he could do. When he got into the kitchen he saw Cheyenne standing against the refrigerator. She was admiring the ring that Van had given her the night before.
"I'm going to be Mrs. Van Montgomery." Cheyenne sighed and smiled staring at the ring. It was Van's great grandmother's engagement ring that he found when they cleaned out her house when she died. He'd been holding onto it for something special and thought this was something important. Brock looked at Cheyenne.
"Can you go check in on your mom?" Brock asked. Cheyenne pulled her hand down from her face and looked at her dad.
"Sure, what's wrong with mom?" She questioned. Brock didn't reply, and so Cheyenne walked up the stairs and into her parents' bedroom. When she got to the doorway she heard the sound of vomiting. "Mom?" Cheyenne walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. "Oh mom!" She exclaimed and leaned into the door frame so she wouldn't see her mom throwing up. Reba looked over at her.
"Can you help me up?" Reba asked weakly. Cheyenne walked over and gave her mom a hand up off the floor. Reba walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. She got some water in her hand and rinsed out her mouth, and then splashed some water in her face before turning the water off. Then, she walked across the floor and buried her face in a towel. Cheyenne looked wearily at her mom.
"Are you okay?" Reba hung the towel up and looked at her oldest child.
"Do I look okay Cheyenne?" Reba asked. Her daughter was eighteen, but she didn't always act like it.
"You were fine when we went to dinner with Van." Cheyenne stated and Reba looked at her.
"Maybe it's your wedding news that is affecting me like this." Reba said smiling.
"Very funny mom." Cheyenne crossed her arms. "Come on, we are both in college. Van's on a football scholarship and I'm in classes."
"But Cheyenne, you can't give up a college education for a guy." Reba paused and then sighed. "I did that." Cheyenne looked at Reba.
"What?" She asked. Reba looked at Cheyenne.
"I gave up my chance at a college education to marry your father. I was in college and I quit school to be with your dad."
"That's ridiculous mom."
"I agree. That's why I said you shouldn't get married right now." Cheyenne sighed.
"We aren't getting married now, we just got engaged now." Cheyenne touched her mom's arm. "I promise you, we'll be okay. It's not like I'm going to get knocked up or anything. I'm responsible. [A/N: Readers, this is your chance to get a laugh in this chapter=)] Reba nodded.
"I know, but I'd just feel better."
"You need to feel a lot better." Cheyenne paused. "Now what do you think it could be?"
"I don't know." Reba shook her head. "Well, the flu's been going around."
"How? We live in Texas." Cheyenne stated raising one eyebrow.
"It can go around Cheyenne." Reba said with a loss of patience. "I'm sure that's all it is."
"Do you want me to make you an appointment to go see the doctor?" Cheyenne asked. Reba waved her off.
"No, I'll do it when I need one. I'm sure it'll just pass and go away."
"Whatever you say mom." Cheyenne said as she rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Reba sat on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing her bathrobe. She was sure that's all it was. Wasn't she?