A.N. I hope y'all liked the last chapter. Here's chapter 11.

"Your having triplets... wait... yeah triplets," said the doctor., "Do you want to know the sex of the babies?"

"Yes," they both said at the exact same time.

"You're having..."

"Please hurry up!" exclaimed Reba, "I hate waiting when I'm pregnant."

"Okay. You're having one boy and two girls."

"Yes! Another boy!" shouted Brock pulling Reba in for a kiss, "Thank you baby," he whispered.

"Thank you doctor. We'll see you in a month?" asked Reba.

"Make it three weeks because you are having three babies, and with your age that considers this a high-risk pregnancy," said Dr. Razzlefrat.

They leave, and head home. When they get there all their kids are sitting there, and they decide that now is a good time to tell them the good news.

"Hey kids, can you turn of the television your father and I have something to tell you," said Reba.

Van turns off the T.V. and they all quiet down waiting for Reba and Brock to say what they need to say.

"Well, kids," started Brock, "You know your mom's pregnant right?"

"Duh," said Kyra.

"Well, We found out the sex of the babies today... And I'm having one boy and two girls!" shouted Reba.

"Yes! My daughters going to have two little aunts to play with!" exclaimed Cheyenne, "Wait that's three. Two girls and one boy."

"I know. We're having triplets!" said Reba.

"Wow, four babies around here... Can I got to boarding school?" asked Kyra sarcastically.

"No," said Brock, "I think that we are going to have to move though."

"Move? We've lived here for so long. This is the only place Jake has ever called home. And do you remember what Kyra did the last time we tried to move?" asked Reba.

"Haha yeah, Reba we'll hash this all out later. For now lets celebrate. I'm taking y'all out to dinner!" exclaimed Brock.

"Out? Yummy! Let's get Italian. I am craving tomato sauce!" said Reba.

They go out to eat and for some reason Reba's jealousy is on high when she sees Tracey... Brock's ex.

"Hey is that Tracey?" asked Reba her eyes filled withjealousy.

"Yeah it is. Oh wait who's that she's with... Thats Terry! This too weird our exes are a couple!" answered Brock, "Lets go say hi."

"Why? You miss her?" asked Reba angrily.

"Uh no. I just wanna see how she's been doing these past twenty years! I mean come on! You just got to see how Terry's been doing! I was dating Tracey when you were dating Terry!"

"Fine! Let's go."

"Hold on, Mom," started Cheyenne, "Are you jealous?"

"No," replies Reba, "I'm simply making sure whats mine stays mine. I am pregnant ya know? With Triplets! I probably won't ever get my body back," she added quietly.

"Hey Tracey, Terry," said Brock when he and Reba walked up to them. He had his arm on the small of her back.

"Brock? Reba?" asked Tracey surprised, "How've you been?"

"We've been great. We got married," said Brock.

"Well obviously," said Tracey.

"What is it because I'm pregnant that its so obvious?" asked Reba upset.

"No Reba. I can just tell you two are in love. I could tell back in the bar twenty years ago. But most of all I could tell when you would sing. Your eyes would just lock on each other. And, Terry over here, was to stupid to notice it. But since you mentioned you being pregnant.. How far along are you."

"Just about three months," answered Reba. When she saw Tracey's face she added. "Yes I know I'm awfully big for three months. we're having triplets."

"Wow. How many kids do you have?" asked Tracey.

'We have three," said Brock, "There all over there."

"Aww there beautiful... wait there's four people over there,"

"Oh that's our daughter Cheyenne's husband, Van. He's also the father to her unborn child," intercepted Reba.

"Oh so how old is she?"

"She's seventeen, and so is Van. Our other daughter, Kyra, is twelve."

"And a half," interrupted Brock, "And our son is seven. His name is Jake."

"Wow so your going to have six kids? That is a lot to take care of. Especially with your daughter having a baby. How far along is she?" asked Tracey.

"She's four months."

"Wow. This is just like Father of the Bride II minus the teenage pregnancy and triplets."

"Yeah, my family is pretty crazy.

Brock left the women to talk, and he decided to talk to Terry.

A.N. I hope you liked it so far. I just don't feel like writing anymore for this right now. So I'll have update up as soon as I can. Until Then.