After their little heart to heart, Reba and Cheyenne began to talk about stuff that wasn't so heavy, such as kids and work. Reba laid on the couch with Esme dozing on her chest, while Cheyenne sat in one of the chairs.

"Is it weird having a baby after not having one for fourteen years?" Cheyenne asked.

Reba shrugged. "I guess, but I still know how to do everything, so that's good." They shared a laugh before Reba said, "She's a good baby. I don't think she'll be much trouble."

"I wish I could say that about Kasey. He's just everywhere, you know? Elizabeth wasn't like that. She was calm and would play quietly by herself. You remember. But Kasey..." Cheyenne shook her head. "I guess he's just more like Van than me. He hardly ever sits still."

"It's always neat to see your kid's personality emerging."

"It is, but I just wish he'd tone it down a bit. I turn around for one second and he's gotten into a cabinet and pulled stuff out or he's trying to climb up onto the dining room table. He's always trying to bother Elizabeth. Always trying to hit her with something."

"Is Elizabeth getting used to Kasey taking up a lot of your time? Lord knows you didn't like it when I had to tend to Kyra when she was a baby."

"She's doing okay for the most part, but I mean, it's understandable that she feels left out sometimes. That's why I try to include her in everything. Like shopping or doing laundry. Stuff that the two of us can do."

"I remember when we first brought Kyra home, you kept asking when we were going to take her back to the hospital."

"I did?"

Reba nodded. "You would hide her toys so she couldn't play with them, you would scare her, you'd lock her in the closet. You tortured her."

"I don't remember any of that."

"If I did that to my sister, I'd choose not to remember either."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "She probably deserved a lot of it."

"Well, I remember when Kyra was ten months old and she caught pneumonia and she had to be put in the hospital."

"I remember that. Grammy Liz stayed here with me."

"Yes. And when your dad came and picked you up so you could go visit her, when you got there, you started crying because she was in that little box, you called it. You were so scared for her."

Cheyenne sat back. "I really didn't hate her."

"I know you didn't. And she never hated you."

Cheyenne watched as Kasey toddled towards the couch holding his toy car he loved so much. She could only hope her kids would grow up loving each other. She'd hate to see them fight like her and her sister fought. She could only imagine what it did to her mom.

A moment later, Cheyenne was brought out of her thoughts by her little boy passing in front of her. Before she could stop him, Kasey stopped in front of Reba, reared back and whacked Esme on the back with his toy car. She started wailing and Reba opened her eyes as Cheyenne gently grabbed the little boy's arm, pulling him to her.

"Kasey, we do not hit others," She sternly told him as Reba sat up with Esme, patting her back where she had been hit. "I'm sorry, Mom."

"She's okay," Reba assured her, standing. "I think it startled her more than anything. She's just fussy. Plus I think she needs changing."

While Reba headed upstairs, Cheyenne turned her attention back to Kasey. The little boy with blonde hair and chubby cheeks looked at his mother with his puppy dog eyes and Cheyenne almost caved. But she knew he had to be punished in some way or he'd just keep hitting people. That's what he did a lot of the time and Cheyenne didn't know where he had picked it up.

Still holding his little arm, Cheyenne took his toy car away from him.

"Wheels!" He shrieked, reaching for his toy.

Cheyenne stood and put the toy on the bookshelf, out of reach. "No, Kasey. You hit Esme with Wheels. You can't have him now."

"Wheels!" He pointed as tears started streaming down his face.

Instead of giving him his toy, Cheyenne sat him down on the couch and handed him his sippy cup. She knew it would make him hyper, but for a few minutes, he would calm down and then eventually crash.

While he drank, Cheyenne grabbed his diaper bag and began searching for some kind of snack for him but found that she had none. When she looked back over at him, she found that the couch cushion next to her was unoccupied, the empty sippy cup lying where Kasey had been. A second later, a thud was heard and Cheyenne looked behind her. Over by the dining room table, Kasey stood pulling books off the bookshelf, one by one. Eventually, Esme could be heard crying upstairs.

Rushing to his side, Cheyenne pulled Kasey away and began putting the books back while the almost two years old little boy crawled off to places unknown.

When Cheyenne finished cleaning her son's mess, she stood and looked around the corner for him. Up the stairs a bit, he sat on his knees, dragging something colored across the wall.

"Kasey!" Cheyenne exclaimed, grabbing the tube of lipstick from him. "Where did you get a hold of this?"

The blonde boy just looked at her as she inspected the damage. All over the white wall was red lipstick in a zigzagged pattern. Cheyenne put her head in her hands as she scooped Kasey up and put the lipstick tube up on the shelf by his toy car. She carried him into the kitchen and set him down in the highchair that was kept at Reba's house, and put a container of yogurt and a kiddie spoon in front of him. Usually, that kept him busy for fifteen minutes or so. Just enough time for Cheyenne to sit down and recharge.

While he was eating, Reba came back downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

"What's with the bloodstain on the wall?" She asked, going to the refrigerator and taking out a bottled water.

Cheyenne lifted her head from off the counter where she was sitting. "It's lipstick. I'll take care of it in a minute. I've been going nonstop all day. I just needed a second to sit down and think."

Reba nodded. "I understand. I haven't slept but maybe four hours since Thursday night and your dad hasn't had much rest either."

"Then go to bed, Mom. I don't need you to entertain me. It's almost midnight. I'm sure the concert is almost over. Everyone will be back soon."

Reba shook her head. "I'm fine. I don't get to see you much."

"Yes, you do. Like, every other day."

"Well, I got so used to seeing you every day that every other day seems like forever."

Cheyenne laughed as Reba wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "You're a good mommy."

Cheyenne leaned her head on Reba's shoulder. "So are you."

A short while later, after Cheyenne had finally gotten Kasey to go to sleep in her arms, she heard a car pull up in the driveway and she knew everyone was back. As Brock unlocked the door and led the laughing family inside, Cheyenne stood.

"Stop."

They all ceased movement and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" Van asked.

"I just got Kasey to fall asleep. Be. Quiet."

They all tiptoed in and sat down to relay stories from earlier in the night.

"Did you have fun, Lizzie?" Cheyenne asked her daughter as she crawled onto the couch beside her.

"Yeah!"

"Kyra let her go onstage and sing Miley Cyrus," Brock said.

"No, it's called Pumpin' Up the Party, Grandpa," The little girl explained with an eyeroll.

"She did?" Cheyenne asked her dad.

"During the run-through before the show, yeah."

"Well, I'm glad you all had fun." Cheyenne glanced at Van who was falling asleep in the chair. That was when she stood and said, "I think it's about time we get going."

At that moment, Reba came downstairs and noticed everyone was back. "Hey. Did everyone have a good time?"

Elizabeth stood and ran to her. "I got to sing!"

"You did?"

The little girl wrapped her arms around Reba's legs and nodded. "I want to be a singer. Just like Aunt Kyra."

Reba smiled and looked down at her granddaughter. "If you work at it, you just might be."

Cheyenne thought about what her mother had told her earlier. If Elizabeth wanted to be a singer so badly in the future, or any other thing for that matter, she hoped she'd let someone know and not go through life with so many 'what ifs.'

"Van, let's get going," Cheyenne said, standing with Kasey. "Can you drive?"

Van opened his eyes and looked at Cheyenne. "Huh? Yeah. I'm fine. I'm good. Just a bit drowsy."

"Okay. Well, let's hurry. Elizabeth needs to get in bed."

Cheyenne looked toward the little girl who was still over by Reba. Elizabeth motioned her to bend down so she could whisper something to her. When Reba shook her head no, Elizabeth folded her arms and started pouting.

"Elizabeth," Cheyenne said. "What's wrong?"

"She wanted to stay over," Reba explained. "And I told her that it was probably best if she just went home with y'all. The baby's gonna be up all night and I want her to get her rest."

"I wanna stay with Grandma!" Elizabeth announced, a bit louder than Cheyenne would have liked.

"Don't yell," Cheyenne warned. "Inside voice."

"But I wanna stay!"

"You have school in the morning, Elizabeth. Don't you want to see all your friends and Miss Carmen?"

"No!"

"Elizabeth," Reba said. "You have to go to school so you can draw pretty pictures and learn new things. It's fun!"

"I hate school."

"You do not," Cheyenne said. "Now, come on. We have to go."

"No!"

Van walked over to his daughter and scooped her up. "Let's go."

She started screaming and kicking, carrying on as Van carried her out to the car. Cheyenne looked towards her parents.

"I'm sorry."

"You reap what you sow," Reba said with a smile. "She'll be fine."

"Yeah. She's just tired."

"She'll have forgotten all about staying over by the time she gets home. I promise."

Brock handed Kasey's diaper bag to his daughter and said, "You always forgot."

Cheyenne nodded. "Thanks, you guys."

"You're welcome," Reba told her. "Now get on home. I'll talk to you later."

Cheyenne said her goodbyes and walked out to the car, still hearing Elizabeth shrieking. As she opened the door to Kasey's side, she heard what her daughter was upset about.

"I want to listen to the Kids!" She announced, sitting in her car seat. Van was up front, pounding his head against the steering wheel repeatedly.

"What's going on?" Cheyenne asked.

"She wants to listen to the CD of the Kids singing, but I told her no. She won't listen."

"Elizabeth," Cheyenne said as she strapped Kasey in. "We can listen to the Kids on the way to school tomorrow, alright?"

"But I want to listen to them now!"

Cheyenne finished buckling Kasey in before going around and getting in on the passenger side of the car. The whole way home, they listened to Elizabeth carry on. Cheyenne knew it was only because she wanted attention, but she wasn't going to give in.

When they arrived home, Cheyenne put Kasey to bed, then went to tuck Elizabeth in as well. She was already in her pajamas, with the help of Van, and was sitting up in her princess bed, waiting.

"You all ready for bed?" Cheyenne asked, turning on Elizabeth's lamp before turning out the overhead light.

"Yep!" She pulled the covers back and showed her mother the front of her shirt. "Look. It looks like Aunt Kyra!"

Cheyenne studied the picture of Strawberry Shortcake her daughter was showing her, and thought about how her sister would never be caught dead skipping through the woods in a pink dress, holding a basked of strawberries.

"It kind of does."

Elizabeth smiled and snuggled beneath the covers. Cheyenne leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm sorry that Kasey has been taking up a lot of my time," She said. "But that doesn't mean I love you any less. Okay?"

"Okay."

"We'll go do something together this weekend. That sound good?"

"Can we go to the bounce-arounds?"

"Yeah, we can do that."

"Just me and you?"

"Just me and you."

Three A.M. rolled around and Reba was up with Esme, who was screaming her head off. Reba tried feeding her, changing her, singing to her, bouncing her. Nothing worked.

"Baby, please go to sleep," She begged, walking around the room with her. "Mommy has to get some rest."

Esme just kept on wailing. Reba looked down at her baby and realized what the issue was. Her pajamas were too small for her.

"Is that what it is?" Reba chuckled and laid Esme on the changing table, exchanging her white onesie for a pink one. "There you go. That better?"

The screaming let up a little and Reba picked her up again, running her fingertips across her forehead. "You sure are a girl. Crying 'cause your clothes are too tight." Esme yawned and Reba smiled. "But you're beautiful in every way. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Before long, Esme quieted down and fell asleep. Reba placed her in her bassinet and turned on her mobile before laying down at the foot of her crib on the floor. And that was where they stayed for the rest of the night.

That was the longest chapter I've written yet! Thanks for all the reviews, guys. (: I promise it'll get more interesting.