Van, Cheyenne, and Kyra sat upon the couch while Reba occupied the chair in the living room. Brock was pacing behind the couch, unable to sit just yet. They had decided to tell Jake separately since he was younger than the others. There would be a lot of questions the girls were likely to ask that he shouldn't hear, they assumed.

"Mom, what's going on?" Cheyenne spoke up as soon as silence filled the air. She was nervous. The last time they sat on the couch awaiting a conversation was when she told them she was pregnant with Elizabeth.

"Well, your father and I have something to tell you." He walked up behind the chair, sighing.

"Barbra Jean and I are getting a divorce. I'm already packing my things, and we've signed the papers."

"What?" Kyra stood from the couch, her hands upon her hips. "What did you do this time?"

"Well, I…I mean we…" He wiped his palms on his jeans, finding himself sweating all of a sudden. Reba took it as her turn to speak.

"What your father means to say is: he's been having an affair." They gasped, angry before she could even finish. Cheyenne was the one to speak after a brief silence.

"Who's the whore?" Reba looked down to her lap, twirling the ring on her finger before answering.

"Me." So much silence, the kind she hated. Brock wasn't much help, like she could have predicted, but she was waiting for him to at least take some of the blame before she had to continue. As the silence progressed, and she was forced to look into the angry eyes of her children, she sighed. "And I'm pregnant."

"So get rid of it!" Cheyenne leaned forward, her anger boiling quickly.

"Cheyenne, honey, that won't solve anything." She crossed her arms and gave her mother a cold glare, her eyes full of rage.

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it before." Reba looked down to the ground. She was finished speaking for the moment. After having told Cheyenne her secret she didn't expect anyone else to know, but the only person left who didn't know was Jake, thanks to her anger.

"Guys, don't blame your mother for all of this. I…"

"Of course it's your fault." Kyra spoke, tears in her eyes. "That's what you do, Dad. You hurt people. Weren't you finished hurting her yet? I don't blame Mom as much as I blame you because you're the one who always takes the fate of our family in your hands and fucks it up."

"Kyra, Mom is to blame too. She's the one who stepped in between Dad and Barbra Jean and opened her legs." Cheyenne turned to her mother once more, whose eyes were wide with shock. "You taught us to be good people our whole lives, but you're a hypocrite. You're not a good person. You're…" She stood from the couch, looking Reba straight in the eyes. "You're a selfish bitch." And she left.

Reba didn't let her daughter's words sink in. She knew how upset they all were and the words weren't meant to be taken to heart. Van stood to follow his wife, patting Reba's shoulder as support on his way out. She was thankful he knew before, because it would have been so much harder to tell him as well. Kyra looked at her parents, trying to find words to say. She was too shocked to create any sort of logical thought.

"Well, Kyra, do you think I'm a bitch?" She shook her head, knowing that she couldn't allow herself to disrespect her mother in that way. It was also a little odd to hear that particular word pass through her lips.

"I'm confused, actually." She looked up, seeing Brock put his hand upon Reba's shoulder and meet her eyes for a moment. It made her feel a little sick, if she had to be honest. "Dad, could I have some time alone with Mom?" He nodded and left, taking a walk while the women spoke. "Are you two getting back together?"

"We haven't talked about it, but I don't think so." She moved and sat next to Kyra, taking her hand. "You don't hate us do you? I know how hard this has to be for you."

"I could never hate you, and Cheyenne doesn't either, even though she acts like it. I just…I hate that he always does this to you, to all of us. He goes off and cheats and expects us to all just go along with it like it's no big deal. How can you be with him?"

"I don't know. It's disgusting isn't it?" Kyra smiled at her attempted joke, but wasn't quite finished.

"How could you do such a thing to her?" She didn't have to say who she was talking about; they both knew.

"I made a mistake, Kyra. I stopped thinking, and I got my husband back a few times a week. I know how terrible you think we are, but you will never be as angry with me as I am with myself. She was one of my best friends, and…never mind." She patted Kyra's knee, not allowing herself to finish her venting, even though she knew she needed it. "This is going to be a hard situation, but I want us to be okay. You, Jake, and Cheyenne are more important to me than anything, and I need to know that you won't stop talking to me or your father."

"That would be childish… In other words, you'll only have to worry about Cheyenne in that department." She smiled, allowing Reba to put her arm around her in a hug. "Well, now that they're divorcing, I guess I want to move back here, if that's okay."

"Are you sure? If Barbra Jean will have you, I don't mind. I know how close you two have gotten."

"No. You and I have gotten really close too. I want to be with you."

"Then, I would love that."

"I'll bring my things over, after I talk to her." She stood from the couch, still too shocked to say much about the news. It would take some time for her to get used to. "Mom…I love you."