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"Honey, time to get up." Brock was trying to wake Reba up in the morning.
"It's morning already? But I'm still tired" said Reba peevishly turning her back at him, with her eyes still closed.
"I'd have let you sleep in, but didn't you promise Cheyenne that you'll take care of the kids and give her and Van some free time alone?" said Brock kissing her bare shoulder and pulling her closer to his chest, suddenly the warmth of her body changed his mind about leaving the bed.
"Hmm... Honey you're about to make me more tired than I was." said Reba after trying to ignore his warm breathe tickling her ear and neck for a while. "Shouldn't we be picking up our grandkids?" she asked before her mouth was captured in his kiss.
"Nha they can wait." Well... not really, Van and Cheyenne decided to drop off the kids instead. The grandparents just finished taking shower when they dropped by.
"We have a plane to catch, grandpa!" Van complained. Reba saw how exhausted they were juggling two kids and she offered to take care of the grandchildren for a long weekend so Van and Cheyenne could relax, and they decided they would go to Vegas, because Reba and Brock talked about Vegas sometimes and they seemed to have fun when they went on their honeymoon.
"Sorry I got a little distracted." said Brock with a grin, helping Van bring stuff in the house, just as Reba appeared around the corner coming down the stairs.
"No wonder why you got distracted. She's pregnant! She isn't supposed to be hot." Van shook his head.
"Tell that to Carrie and she'll slap you silly. I once made a mistake of telling her that I've never seen Reba as hot or sexy and she looked at me like I have two heads." said Brock. Van looked at him like he had two heads. "Yeah... kinda like that."
"When you said that, were you blind or forgot to take your happy pill?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Reba helped take some stuff into the house and happened to overhear her name being mentioned.
"Van said you look too hot for a pregnant lady." Van got a smacked from Cheyenne.
"That's my mom, you're talking about!"
"Carrie helped me pick out this dress." said Reba looking at herself, the dress with the spaghetti straps came down to her knee, the print on the dress drew the attention away from her belly, and the U-cut neckline definitely took the attention away to something else. The matching jacket made her looked elegant. Who would have thought, despite that fact that she didn't wear much material, Carrie had great taste in fashion.
"She considers you a work of art you know, and to be able to bring that out of you she should consider this her masterpiece."
"To be able to bring this out of me? Are you saying I was so ugly and fashionably challenged?" asked Reba putting both hands on her hips, giving Brock an evil glare.
"Nice knowing you Mr. H" said Van tapping his shoulder as if to say 'farewell'.
"No no no, I didn't mean that. I mean she did a great job making you look even more stunning than you already are. And seriously, her artwork is making me exhausted, but I'm not complaining. 'Cause I really enjoy-"
"Hey hey... I think it's time for us to leave." Van cut him off "Here's the baby Mrs. H. We'll be back in a few days, meanwhile, try not to do or say anything in front of the kids." He pulled Cheyenne out of the house and mumbled "Man, your parents really make my skin crawl." Van shivered as he disappeared into his car. He had to drive back to his house since the airport limo would pick them up from there. Reba decided since she would not going anywhere today, she would get changed to something simple before tackling with the kids.
"Honey, I think mini-Van just let out a little more than exhaust fumes." said Brock holding the baby towards Reba.
"Your fatherhood instincts are kicking in fast. Here's the diaper." Reba smirked "Don't give me that look, 'cause when this baby comes out you'll have to change the diapers too. You did this, you're taking the full responsibility, darlin'." said Reba as she pointed to her belly. Brock chuckled as he taking the diaper from her hand and started changing the boy.
"You really don't want to know if we're having a boy or a girl?" asked Brock taking care of the dirty diaper. Reba stood nearby admiring him.
"I'm partial. I want to know so we can prepare, and I don't want to know 'cause I want it to be surprise." Brock handed the nice clean baby to Reba before he went and washed his hands, when he came back, Reba was feeding him.
"Hey, I just cleaned his diaper and you're feeding him again, he'll poop again." Brock whined
"And you'll have to change his diaper again." she smirked "He's just a baby, that's his only job." Elizabeth came into the kitchen, she sat with her elbows on the table rested her face on her hands watching Reba feeding the baby with Brock sitting nearby.
"Honey, you finished your homework?" Reba asked the girl, she nodded.
"Grandma, are you really pregnant?" Reba laughed at her granddaughter's question.
"Yes baby, I am. Why do you ask?"
"Mommy and daddy said they couldn't believe you are having a baby, they said it's hard to believe that you are pregnant." the girl tattled on her parents. Brock and Reba laughed. "How did you get pregnant, grandma?" The laughing stopped. The two adults exchanged glances with a smile, but the girl looked at them innocently looking for an answer.
"Honey, shouldn't you ask your mommy this question?" Brock tried to get out of the talk.
"I did, mommy said she doesn't know and I should ask grandma."
"Oh well, if that's the case, grandma, she's all yours." Brock tagged it back to Reba.
"Well, it all started with just one kiss that your grandpa tricked me." said Reba with a smile
"He did?" Elizabeth was a little confused
"Yes, he tricked me. And I didn't just fell for his trick; I fell in love with him again. And when a man and a woman kiss each other with love, what happen after that was like magic. And sometimes miracles just happened. God blessed us with another baby." Reba tried to give a vague answer without having to go into details. Elizabeth nodded, Reba could tell she had no idea what Reba said, but she just acted like a grown up that understood everything. She just lost the interest of the subject, she ran back to the living room to play with her toys.
"That must be one heck of a kiss" said Brock after the girl left, he had been grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks started to hurt.
"Nha, it was alright." her kidding made him frown.
"If not because you're holding the baby, I'll make you take back what you've just said." and of course, after the kids went to bed, he proved to her that wasn't just 'alright', but it was heart stopping, knees weakening kiss. However, before the kiss would lead to something magical, the boy cried.
"Oh man..." cried Brock.
"Get use to it!" said Reba before checking on the grandson. Really, taking care of a newborn wasn't easy. Brock thought the boy must have disliked him somehow, because he always cried when Brock was trying to kiss Reba. She found that amusing but Brock thought he was jinxed.
It was a few days later before Cheyenne and Van came back from their vacation.
"Oh good, you're back." said Brock trying to calm the baby
"Hello to you to Mr. H, why is he crying?" Van took the baby from Brock's hands.
"I threaten to kick his mini butt."
"Why would you do that, dad?" asked Cheyenne
"He always cried when I tried to kiss your mom. So I said if he cried again when I was about to kiss her, I'll kick his butt. And he cried nonstop."
"Where's mom?" Cheyenne took the baby from Van and the baby immediately stopped crying. Van went to pick up the baby stuff to get ready to head back home, leaving just Brock and Cheyenne in the living room.
"In the garage, doing laundry. Listen, I have something to ask you. I need some ideas for a proposal." Brock had thought of this for a while now, but couldn't come up with the perfect idea. He was hoping his daughter could help.
"To mom?"
"No to Barbra Jean." Brock quipped "C'mon she'll kill me if I propose to somebody else!" Brock chuckled as Cheyenne started to squeal. Brock shushed her.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Get a ring, kneel down and ask her to marry me." seemed like a perfect idea, but she said she wanted a proper proposal, and he didn't quite understand what she meant.
"That's it?" Cheyenne wasn't so impressed "At least it has to be some flowers."
"Why do you think I need your help?"
"Well, it has to be sweet." Brock paid attention "hmm... what about hired someone to write a message on the sky?"
"Nope too pricey and cheesy." Brock did not disagree. Cheyenne came up with a few more ideas which he felt was too much of a fairly tale. He just want something simple not to costly but romantic.
"Or send her a text message and ask her to marry you." Van joined in the conversation.
"No Van, that's stupid!" said Cheyenne slapping his arm. "It has to be something nice, romantic and memorable. I mean you want her to say yes."
"Cheyenne, we've already married. We just have to make our marriage legal before she gives birth. And C'mon she's having our baby, what do you think she gonna say? No?" his voice grew a little frustrated because he couldn't find the perfect idea. He almost jumped out of his skin when Reba screamed behind him.
"You darn right I'll say no!"