Recap:

Reba awoke to find that Brock was nowhere in sight. She got up, stretching her arms and back in the process.

"Hey mom!" Cheyenne ran through the door as if she had just won the lottery. "Guess what?"

"You're not really pregnant?" she joked with her daughter.

"No—well I mean, yeah I really am, but that is not what I am talking about." She held up her left hand suddenly, flashing a ring to her mother in the process. "Van proposed

"Wh—What?" Reba managed to stutter out. "He proposed?" Reba was shocked, but only because she had not expected Van and Cheyenne to get married this soon. In the back of her mind she was ecstatic for them. She always knew that they would end up together. They truly were meant for each other.

Van walked proudly through the door. "Congratulations!" Reba quickly abandoned her shock and threw her daughter a tight hug. "I am so happy for you two!" Van quickly joined in the group hug. Brock walked in, seeing the flood of happiness.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"Van and I are gettin' married!" Cheyenne exclaimed, showing her father the ring Van had given her. It used to be his grandmothers, and it was beautiful. Brock smiled as he saw the diamond on his daughter's hand. He gently wrapped his arm around Reba.

"Our little girl is growing up." he cooed as only a father could.

"Aren't I supposed to be the mushy one?" Reba asked. She was radiating. Maybe it was that glow she had when she was pregnant, or maybe it was because she was genuinely happy for the first time in a while. Brock laughed at her comment and kissed the side of her head.

"I am so excited!" Cheyenne had a smile plastered to her face. It was wonderful to see how happy she was with Van.

"Have y'all set a date yet?" Reba was the first to start asking questions.

"We were thinking June 21st." Cheyenne spoke quickly.

"July 21st? That is only 3 weeks away!" Reba exclaimed, rather stunned that her daughter would be getting married in such a short amount of time.

Cheyenne went on to explain to her mother that she and Van wanted a simple ceremony, one that was planned by her parents. She did not want to wear a wedding dress, and she only wanted family and close friends in attendance.

June 21st came quickly for the Hart family. Reba made her way up to her daughter's room, where she was getting ready for her big day. She quietly knocked on the door.

"Come in." Cheyenne's nervous, excited, delicate voice was barely heard through the door.

Reba stepped inside eagerly. "Are you excited?" Cheyenne smiled brightly back at her after applying mascara to her eyelashes.

"You look beautiful." Reba tried her best to stay composed.

"I only have my makeup done." Cheyenne scoffed as if there was no way her mother could be speaking the truth. "My hair is in curlers and I am still in my robe."

Both women heard a knock on the door. Reba opened the door revealing Brock looking spiffy as ever. "You sure do look handsome." Reba smiled smoothing his tie out a bit. She kissed him, trying to control herself. Everything was going so right.

Brock stepped into the room to find Cheyenne at her vanity. He held Reba close, admiring their daughter. "I can not believe this day has come so soon." Cheyenne smiled awkwardly at her parents, not knowing how to respond to their comments.

Brock walked over to his daughter, enveloping her in a hug. "I am so proud of you." Usually Brock was not one to show much affection, but Cheyenne was definitely a daddy's girl. She had been all of her life, and now his little girl was grown up, she was getting married and going to have a child of her own soon.

Cheyenne glided down the stairs an hour later. She was stunning. Her golden hair was curled in loose ringlets that fell to her shoulders, with her bangs pulled back. At first, Reba was disappointed that her daughter did not want to wear her wedding dress, but seeing her now, took her breath away. She wore a simple, strapless, white dress that cinched highly and stopped just above her knees. She had tied a pink scarf that her mother had given her around her waist in a bow. Her white heels pulled everything together.

Reba blinked as many tears away as she could, but it was impossible to stop them from falling. Her baby was growing up, and it was the most bittersweet day of her life.

Van walked into the living room, seeing Cheyenne descend the stairs. "Ow, Ow." He called to her. "You look smokin'." He held her out at arms length, then wrapped an arm around her, kissing her head.

Less than an hour later, Van Montgomery and Cheyenne Hart became Mr. and Mrs. Van Montgomery.

"We done good." Reba sighed leaning against Brock watching Van and Cheyenne were dancing their first dance in the back yard. (A/N: I know the back yard is not that big in the show…but for the sake of argument, just go with it. (: )

"We sure did." He sighed in response. "May I have this dance?" Reba smiled in affirmation as he took her hand and led her away from the back door.

"This sure was a wonderful day." He made gentle conversation as they moved with the soft music.

"It sure was." Reba exhaled, tiredly placing her head on Brock's chest. Their light conversation continued as they swayed. Brock continued talking sweet nothings into Reba's hair, only getting an exhausted giggle or a mumble in return.

"Have you thought about what you want to name our little miracle?" he asked after a long pause. By this time, he was swaying both Reba and himself, as she was leaning heavily on his chest. He got no response to his question. "Reba?" he whispered her name, rubbing her back to try to get a response. He stopped swaying them and stepped away slowly. He laughed softly when Reba's body stayed leaned against his own.

She was asleep.

Brock swiftly, but carefully, scooped up his sleeping wife and carried her up to their room. He placed her under the covers, taking her shoes off, and covering her up with a blanket.

"Goodnight." He whispered kissing her tired, pale face. "I love you."