Flashback:
"Cheyenne", Reba sang, opening the door to her daughter's room. "It's time to get up, honey." She said, as she opened the curtains, allowing the morning sunlight to pour in onto her daughter's fair skin. Cheyenne scrunched her face from the sudden brightness, whined, and then stretched. "Come here, baby" Reba said, waddling over and sitting on the edge of her bed, holding her arms out for Cheyenne. Cheyenne sleepily reached for her mama and was instantly comforted with her embrace. Reba kissed Cheyenne's plump rosy cheek. "We gotta get ready, Chey. Daddy is going to take Mama to the hospital today and we're gonna have your baby sister!" She mused, stroking Cheyenne's messy blonde curls as the child laid into the crook of her neck. "There's my little girl" Brock said, grinning from the doorway. Reba smiled at him, still holding Cheyenne on her bed. "Cheyenne, you're going to be a big sister today!" Brock cheered, sitting next to Reba on the bed. Cheyenne lifted her head and wiped the sleep from her eyes, causing both her parents to chuckle. "My baby is tired", Reba mused to Brock stroking Cheyenne's hair behind her ears. Brock smiled, adoring his soon-to-be eldest child. "Grandma is gonna be here soon, Cheyenne." Brock happily stated, lifting Cheyenne from Reba's lap. "Honey, I need a hand." Reba said, rocking back and forth to pull herself from the bed. Reba was two weeks past her due date with their second daughter. Her OBGYN had decided it would be best to induce labor today. Brock chuckled shifting Cheyenne to his left arm, extending his strong and muscular right arm out for Reba. "Thanks baby" she said, as he pulled her up. Moving a hand to her back to support her lower lumbar spine, she sighed before starting the exhausting walk back down the stairs. "My Mom should be here any minute." Brock called over his shoulder as he looked out the window. Reba sighed from the couch, knowing her mother-in-law would be all but warm and fuzzy this morning. Reba sat down on the couch and extended her legs onto the coffee table, signing. She was beyond exhausted and tired of pregnancy at this point. She was very swollen and uncomfortable. The smallest tasks had become a chore, and she was endlessly tired. She rested her hands on her round belly and laid her head back onto the sofa, closing her eyes to rest. Brock chuckled at the sight and walked over, sitting next to his wife on the sofa. He intertwined their fingers together and brought her hand up to his lips to kiss. Reba kept her eyes closed but smiled at his gesture. "Another baby" Brock said, rubbing his other hand across his wife's swollen belly. "I'm ready." Reba said, still keeping her eyes closed. "I know you are, honey. It won't be much longer" he said, rubbing his thumb across hers. "Where's Cheyenne?" Reba asked, suddenly sitting up, very much alert. Brock's eyes widened at his wife's question. He was supposed to be watching her. He uncomfortably laughed, slowly getting up from the couch. "Brock!" Reba yelled, realizing he didn't know. "Reba, just relax." He said, heading toward the kitchen. There sat Cheyenne with scissors in one hand and her hair in the other. "No. No. No!" Brock yelled taking the scissors off Cheyenne. "What!?" Reba yelled from the living room. Cheyenne was sitting in a pile of blonde curls. Brock panicked and lifted Cheyenne from the floor. He dusted her hair off her shirt and briskly walked around the kitchen trying to figure out what to do. "OH MY GOD!" Reba gasped from the doorway. "Brock! She cut her hair!" Reba yelled, walking over to the pile of hair on the floor. "Now Reba, let's not overreact here. She's fine, and it'll grow back." Brock calmly stated, carefully watching his wife's every move. "Brock! Are you serious? How did she get these?!" Reba asked, grabbing the scissors off the island. Brock shrugged his shoulders, afraid of what was going to happen next. Reba pulled out the island stool, sat down, and started to cry. "Reba. Don't- Don't do this-" Brock begged, rubbing her back soothingly, unsure of what to do. He adjusted the weight of Cheyenne in his arm. "We are not ready for another, Brock. I can't even leave you with one baby let alone two." She cried out, burying her head in her hands. "Come on, Reba. It was an accident." Brock said. "Brock! Look at her hair!" Reba yelled pointing to the beautiful blonde curls that lie on the tiled floor. Cheyenne started to cry. "Reba, you're upsetting her now." Brock said, lightly bouncing Cheyenne while trying to calm his wife. "Your mom is going to freak out!" She sobbed into her hands, already knowing her mother-in-law would somehow find a way to pinpoint this on bad parenting. Brock signed knowing she was right. "Honey, here take Cheyenne." Brock said, pushing Cheyenne onto an over hysterical, and very pregnant, Reba. Reba took her into her arms and sobbed, running her hair through her botched blonde hair. "Cheyenne, why would you do that?!" Reba cried, clinging onto Cheyenne. Cheyenne, too young to understand, cried into Reba's shoulder. In the meantime, Brock had begun to sweep up her blonde curls into the kitchen dustpan. "Well, keep at least one lock!" Reba cried out as Brock dumped the pan contents into the trash can. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he bent into the trash, retrieving a lock of blonde hair. "Put it in a little baggie" Reba sniffed, wiping her tears onto the sleeve of her shirt. Just then, the door bell rang. Reba froze and looked at Brock. "I'll handle it." He said, taking the little red faced blonde off Reba's lap. "It's okay, Cheyenne." Brock said rubbing her back as she hiccuped from crying. "Brock don't tell her that!" Reba yelled as he walked out to get the door. "Ma!" Brock happily greeted his mother, with a side hug. "There's my boy!" She mused pinching his cheeks. "And what's the matter with Grandma's baby!" She mused at Cheyenne, reaching to take her from Brock. Cheyenne went to Liz and laid her head on her shoulder, embarrassed. "Well, Cheyenne gave herself a haircut this morning." Brock said, trying to lighten the situation. "And where was her mother during this?" Liz questioned, raising an eyebrow. Brock shook his head. "No, Ma. It was me. Reba doesn't get around much these days. I was supposed to be watching her." Liz pursed her lips together, "I see." "Here. Let me take your bags." Brock said, changing the subject and grabbing her overnight belongings. Still holding Cheyenne, she walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa, taking in her granddaughter's awfully uneven haircut. "And where is Re-"
"Here I am" Reba said, sighing, walking into the living room. "Ah, there you are." Liz stated, quickly changing her focus back to Cheyenne. "Reba, I'm going to take her to get this mess fixed." Liz stated, pulling at a few strands of Cheyenne's hair. "Oh, Liz. Don't worry about that. We will when we're back from having the baby." Reba said, patting her belly. "Reba- Cheyenne can't go walking around like this." Liz stated matter of factly. Reba fake chuckled, "Well, Liz, she's three. She doesn't drive, therefore she won't be going anywhere." Reba snarled back, taking Cheyenne from Liz. Liz rolled her eyes. "Brock!" Reba yelled up the stairs. "Grab my overnight bag. We're gonna get going here." She yelled. "Mama?" Cheyenne questioned. "What darling?", "I want to stay with you" she pouted. "Honey, I'd like that too but your Daddy and I have a lot to do today to bring your baby sister home. We will be back tomorrow. Okay?" She said lightly poking the top of her daughter's nose. Cheyenne wrapped her arms around Rena's neck nestled into her neck. Reba smiled and soothingly rubbed her back. "Alright baby, Mama and I will be back before you know it" Brock stated, sitting the bags at the door. Cheyenne's bottom lip puckered just as her chin started to quiver. "Don't cry honey" Brock said peeling Cheyenne off Reba. "You're going to have fun with Grammy" Liz said, walking up to her son and granddaughter. "Come here, honey" Liz said, reaching for her grandchild. Reba leaned in and gave Cheyenne a kiss on the cheek. "I love ya honey. I'll be back soon" she said. "Don't worry about us." Liz stated as the pair headed towards the door. "Oh, and Reba?"
"Yes?"
"Give me another beautiful grand-baby"
