Kyra and Reba talked for hours it seemed like. The nineteen-year-old told her mother all about her adventures and experiences in Los Angeles with her band and how they got signed to a major label. She spoke of how she was opening for Green Day that night at Reliant Stadium and wanted to know if everyone could come. The extra tickets she had her manager hold back would be sitting at will call.

"You're playing stadium shows?" Reba asked.

Kyra nodded. "That really doesn't happen this early on, but I guess their manager saw us playing in a club and contacted our manager and now we're opening for them on their new tour. They're really cool people."

Reba shook her head, placing her chin in her hand as the two sat at the kitchen table.

"Promise me you're being careful with all this fame and fortune stuff. It can change a person."

"I'm still the same Kyra. Money doesn't change that. I'm doing what I love, Mom. I'm not going to jeopardize that. The time I spent away from everyone was good in a way. It helped me figure out what I wanted in life. I had to actually go out and make decisions for myself. And I'll admit that it was scary at first."

"Growing up always is."

Kyra nodded. "The band really helped me through it."

"And your dad helped me."

"I hope so."

Reba sighed. "You dad and I really do get along better this time around."

"Well, you had another baby with him, so I'd say that that's probably the truth."

Reba sat back in her chair. "You've missed so much, Kyra."

"So have you."

"Your dad and I got married a few months ago."

"I noticed your ring. I got engaged."

"You what?"

"Kidding." Kyra smiled and laughed as Reba's eyes went from normal to the size of plates.

"Not funny."

"It was." She sat back and crossed her arms. "What does everyone else think of it?"

"Me and your dad getting married again? They were all for it."

"Well, I guess if I had stuck around, I probably would have warmed up to the idea."

"Everything happens for a reason. If we hadn't have had that fight, you wouldn't have left and you wouldn't have gotten your record deal. There aren't any hard feelings on my side. I hope there aren't any on yours."

Kyra scoffed. "I've grown up a lot, Mom."

"You seem to have."

"I realize what I did was immature. If my daughter had done that to me, I would have grounded her for life."

Reba laughed and Kyra shook her head.

"I'm serious. Why don't you hate me?"

"Mamas aren't allowed to hate. They're programmed to love you no matter what."

It was decided that everyone but Reba and Cheyenne would go to the concert. They had to stay home and take care of Kasey and Esme, who were too small to go. Reba insisted she could handle both of them so Cheyenne could go along, but she refused. Reba knew that part of it was because she was still upset with Kyra, big recording artist or not, they were still quarreling sisters.

"What do you think she's doing right now?" Reba asked as her and Cheyenne sat on the couch after everyone had left.

"Probably sitting in her dressing room or something." Cheyenne handed Kasey his sippy cup and the two watched as he toddled around the room, playing.

"I always wondered what that would be like, getting to sing onstage every night, sign autographs, live in a tour bus. A long time ago, it seemed fun."

Cheyenne looked at her mother. "You never told me that."

Reba nodded, looking down at Esme. She was sleeping, thankfully.

"Yeah, I had big dreams when I was younger."

"Of singing? I thought that was something you only did for fun."

Reba shook her head. "Nope. I wanted what Kyra has so badly."

"Why didn't you go for it?"

Reba looked at her daughter, almost with a sad face. "I met your dad, we got married, and had you."

Cheyenne blinked a few times. "I'm sorry."

Reba smiled. "What are you sorry for?"

"You make it sound like you blame me."

"Honey, I don't blame you. I wouldn't trade a single thing. You kids are my world."

Cheyenne watched her son. "You could have made it big, Mom. You know that."

"I really could have. A label in Nashville wanted to sign me."

Cheyenne turned to her mother with wide eyes. "What?"

"I sang at a lot of honkytonks and rodeos when I was younger. Back then, talent scouts were everywhere. A few approached me, and offered me a contract. But I was fixing to move to Houston to be with your dad, so I turned them down."

Cheyenne stared at her mother. "How? I mean, if I had big dreams like that, I don't know if I could have made that decision."

"It wasn't an easy one, that's for sure."

"Does Dad know?"

"No."

"Will you ever tell him?"

Reba shrugged, patting Esme's back to keep her asleep. "I never saw a reason to tell him. He'd just blame himself."

"Why did you tell me?"

"To show you that you kids are all equal. I turned down a recording contract because I knew that I wanted to have a family with your dad. Soon, I had two little girls running around. Two little girls who didn't always get along with each other, but two little girls who loved the other with all their hearts because they were sisters. You're not any better than Kyra, Cheyenne. And she's not any better than you. Don't waste precious time by fighting." Reba nodded towards Esme. "Now I have three little girls. She's going to grow up wanting to be just like you and Kyra. I want you two to set an example for her."

Cheyenne stared at her baby sister, realizing that what Van said all the time was true. Their family truly was crazy. But she wouldn't trade a second of it.

"Alright. I'll...talk with her."

Reba wrapped an arm around Cheyenne. "Thank you. It means the world to me."

Cheyenne laid her head on her mom's shoulder. "Sometimes I wish I was still little."

"I know you do, honey. But you have a beautiful life with Van and Elizabeth and Kasey. And I know you're thankful for it." Reba laid her head against Cheyenne's. "Please be careful of how you treat that life."

Cheyenne nodded. "I will."

"Not everybody gets a second chance. Lord knows I never thought I would."

"You and Dad have got to be the luckiest people alive. You have the sweetest love story."

"Sweet? That's not the word I would have chosen."

Cheyenne laughed. "You fell in love in college, stayed married for twenty years, had three kids, fell apart, got back together and had another baby. Sounds pretty sweet to me."

"I wouldn't have changed a thing. Best part about it is I didn't lose a thing. Only gained."

Thanks for all the reviews! I'm going to start getting into Van and Cheyenne's life a bit more. I haven't seen a lot of authors do that, but don't worry. The main focus is still on Breba. ;D