Reba rolled her eyes. "No Van, They're mine."
"Oh man!" Van said before walking upstairs.
Cheyenne, Reba, and Jack all laughed.
The next day, after Jake's funeral, Jack, Reba, Melinda, Kella, and the babies we're about to go home to their four bedroom house with the help of Cheyenne.
"Mom? Do you have to leave?" Kyra asked, standing back the stairs with her crutches under her arms.
Reba walked over to where Kyra stood. "Kyra, honey, I'm sorry but I have to, I'll come back." She told her daughter while putting a piece of Kyra's hair behind her ear.
"Mom! Please stay!" Cheyenne pleaded.
Reba turned around. "Cheyenne. I would if I could but I can't. If you haven't seen, This house is a little to small."
"Mrs. H! Mrs. H! Why are you so stubborn!" Van told her.
"Van! We Can't Stay!" Reba said, starting to get aggravated.
"We can stay," Jack said, holding sleeping Emma.
Reba looked at her husband. "Have you listened to one word I've said?"
"Yes. We have the room," He said with a smile.
"How?" Reba asked him.
"Melinda and Kella could stay with me," Kyra volunteered.
"Yeah, and the babies could stay in Jake's old room," Cheyenne said with a smile.
Reba sighed then smiled. "We'll stay!"
Cheyenne, Van, and Kyra cheered.
The End!!!