Flashback:
"Honey, we are going to be back in two sleeps." Reba said, holding up to fingers to a very upset Kyra.
"But I wanna go with you." Kyra Hart, Reba's five-year-old daughter said, tears brimming her eyes.
"Kyra, honey, don't you want to see Grammy and spend some time with her?" Reba questioned, hunkering down to Kyra's height.
"I don't want you to leave." She cried, wrapping her arms around Reba's neck.
Reba stood up holding her baby girl in her arms.
"It's two sleeps, baby. And Daddy and I will be sure to bring you special something home." Reba mused, swaying Kyra side to side.
"What's the matter with my girl?" Brock Hart questioned, walking into the couple's bedroom.
"Well, little miss independent doesn't want us to go." Reba said, stroking Kyra's hair down her back as she sniffled into Reba's shoulder.
"Why not, honey?" Brock asked sympathetically, rubbing his hand down the little girls back.
"I want Mommy to stay here." She mumbled, squeezing tighter to Reba and nestling into her neck.
Reba looked at Brock and made a pouting face while still stroking her hair.
"Daddy's gonna take Mama out for our Anniversary!" Brock said, trying to cheer her up.
Kyra lifted her head and rubbed her eyes with tiny fist.
Reba's heart naturally was broken. Kyra was so independent, so young. She wanted to soak up alllll the cuddle time she could. Reba kissed her cheek again and again and causing Kyra to squeal and squirm in her arms.
"Why don't you help me finish packing?" Reba asked, trying to excite Kyra.
Kyra nodded her head and grinned as Reba assisted her back to the ground.
"See, I knew you were a big girl." Brock said, rustling Kyra's hair as he walked by to the closet.
"Daddy!" Cheyenne squealed coming into the room.
"Yes, princess?" Brock questioned, taking a couple of T-shirt's from a folded pile.
"Are you going to bring me back something?" Cheyenne asked, climbing up onto the couples bed.
Reba giggled, taking folded items Kyra was handing her and arranging them inside the suitcase.
"Of course I will." Brock said kissing her on the head.
"Me too Daddy!" Kyra stated.
"Yes, you too." Brock mused, kissing her on the forehead.
"And what about me?" Reba asked slyly.
"You have no idea what I have for you." He said back in a sexy tone, pulling her into his arms and giving her a passionate kiss.
"Ewwwhh" both girls squealed, covering their eyes with their hands, causing the couple to chuckle.
"Alright, let's go, Grammy will be here any minute." Brock said, signaling the girls to head downstairs with him.
Kyra hesitantly went looking back to see her Mama.
"Go on. I'll be down in a minute." Reba assured her, zipping up the suitcase.
XXX
"Grammy!" Cheyenne squealed, running into her Grandmother's open arms.
"There's my girl!" Liz beamed, squeezing Cheyenne, and kissing the top of her head.
"Thanks again for doing this Ma" Brock said, walking over to give his mother a hug.
"It's my pleasure." Liz smiled, pinching his cheek.
"Hey, Liz!" Reba greeted her mother-in-law, as she entered the living room.
"Hello." Liz replied, eyeing Reba up.
"Kyra, Grammy is here." Reba yelled into the kitchen for her youngest daughter to greet her grandmother.
"Hi, Grammy." Kyra said with a soft smile, wrapping her arms around Liz's legs.
"Hi there my little Angel." Liz replied, hunkering down a bit to embrace the little red headed girl.
"Kyra's a little upset about us leaving." Brock stated, grabbing his jacket off the coat rack.
"But we told her, only two sleeps!" Reba said, looking at Kyra, tweaking her nose.
Kyra smiled.
"I'm not scared." Cheyenne said, proudly.
"That's a girl." Brock replied, patting her on the back.
"I'm not scared!" Kyra voiced, frowning at Cheyenne.
"Of course you're not." Reba assured her.
"You just love your mama". Reba said, rubbing Kyra's back with her hand.
"Alrighty, well we better get going." Brock suggested, looking at his wife.
Reba nodded.
"I love you." She said to Kyra. Giving her a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Love you mama." Kyra replied, wrapping her arms around Reba's neck.
"And I love you." Reba said to Cheyenne, pulling her into a hug. Cheyenne wrapped her arms around Reba's waist, as Reba pulled her in close to her, giving her a kiss on the top of the head.
"Love you Mom." Cheyenne replied, closing her eyes in contentment.
"We're going to have a grand time." Liz beamed, taking each girl by the hand and walking them away from the door.
"You girls behave." Brock stated, as the couple grabbed their weekend belongings and headed out the door.
Xxx
"Brock this is so relaxing." Reba sighed, sinking deeper into the hotel hot tub.
"Yeah, we needed a weekend away." Brock chimed in, descending down the hot tub steps with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses held by the stem in the other.
"11 years." Reba smiled, accepting a glass from Brock.
"11 years, with the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen." Brock stated, sitting next to Reba in the hot tub.
Reba smiled at him as he poured both of them a glass of the bubbly.
"Here's to 11 more." He declared, clinking their glasses together. Reba giggled, and moved onto his lap. She wrapped her arm around his neck, taking a sip of champagne.
"11 more." She repeated, setting her glass on the wet deck.
"It's so peaceful here." Brock stated, setting his glass next to hers before wrapping his arms around his wife.
"I think anywhere without kids is peaceful." Reba stated, laughing.
Brock smirked, "yeah you're probably right."
"I love you." She said softly, leaning forward, brushing her lips against his.
"I love you more." He said back, their breath becoming one.
Reba pressed her lips gently against his.
Brock deepened the kiss and brushed his tongue long her lips, begging for access. She sighed contently into his mouth. Their tongues battled against one another as the kiss became more and more heated. Reba was now pulling Brock's hair, giving him a effortless sexy look. Brock had moved his lips down to Reba's neck, gently caressing her right breast under the water.
"You're beautiful." He said, in between kisses.
"Let's go back to our room." She replied.
"No. This will be exciting." He said.
XXX
"Well, that was different." She breathed out heavily into his shoulder.
"What? Sitting down, standing up in a hotel hot tub?" He jokingly jabbed, kissing behind her ear once more.
She sighed, running her fingers across his chiseled chest. "I love you." She said, kissing him again on the lips.
XXXX 9 months later XXXX
Flashback:
"Cheyenne! Please stop picking on your sister." Reba pleaded from the kitchen after hearing her youngest daughter screaming.
She was tired, hugely pregnant, hot, and miserable.
"I'm not!" Cheyenne mouthed back at her mother.
"Cheyenne, don't make me come out there!" Reba yelled, wiping up the breakfast remnants from the table.
Brock had left for the day for a golf outing. Leaving Reba with a bratty 8 year old and crying 5 year old.
"Mommy!" Kyra came running into the kitchen, crying.
"Honey, I cannot hold you." Reba said as Kyra reached for her.
Kyra wrapped her arms around Reba's legs and threw her head back in a tantrum.
"Cheyenne!" Reba yelled.
"What!?" Cheyenne huffed, stomping into the kitchen.
"No more of this when the new baby comes. You're old enough. You need to act like a big sister."
"She started it!" Cheyenne yelled, pointing at Kyra.
"No I didn't!" Kyra yelled.
"Don't make me call Daddy." Reba yelled above them both. "You girls need to learn to be sisters." She stated, tiredly.
"I hate her!" Cheyenne yelled, stomping off.
"Cheyenne!" Reba yelled after her.
"Get you butt back down here." Reba yelled up the stairs to her eldest daughter, who sat on the top step with a grin spread across her face. Cheyenne was going through a phase, or at least they hoped it was, of acting out to get attention. Knowing Reba couldn't catch her, Cheyenne held onto the stair railing and hung her head backwards, her arms and now legs holding the weight of her body up off the stairs. She was dangling upside down.
"Cheyenne!" Reba scolded. "That's it, I'm calling Daddy." Reba said, turning her back from Cheyenne.
"No!" Cheyenne screamed, releasing herself from the railing.
"You were warned." Reba stated, waddling towards the cordless phone that sat docked on it's charging port.
"Mommy! No!" Cheyenne screamed. Running down the steps, trying to pull the phone from Reba's grip.
"Knock it off, Cheyenne." Reba scolded her, getting angrier by the second. "I don't love you anymore!" Cheyenne yelled before, running up the stairs.
"Hey Re-" Brock's voice was cut off by Reba crying.
"Honey, I'll leave right now." Brock quickly replied.
"I can't do this." She mustered out in between tears.
"Reba, just hang on. I'll be home in 30 minutes." Brock reassured her.
"I love you." He said, hearing her sniffle.
"I love you, too." She whispered before clicking the phone off.
"Mama?" Kyra came running from in the kitchen.
Reba sat on the couch, and ran her hands over her face.
"Yes, baby?" Reba finally responded.
"I'm sorry." Kyra said, her lip puckering.
"It's okay, honey." Reba said, as Kyra climbed up onto her lap. Reba pulled the teary eyed girl close to her and pressed the child's head against her chest.