(I know it's pathetic but I haven't had this many reactions before so I'll keep going, it was kind of pointless to write before when no one cared, but yay! Hope you enjoy this part, I really don't remember so much of Bryans personality, so if I fill in the blanks with wrong information I apologize ;) )

"Bry-Bryan, I don't-"

He stood up,

"How did I know?"

"Know what?" Reba asked perplexed, hands on her hips.

"You don't love me, you could never love me!"

"What-what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I think you know what I'm talking about, I'm not your ex-husband, I'm not Brock, and because of that you'll never love me!" He pointed; stretching his finger so far, Reba thought it might just shoot like a bullet right into her face. Bryan slammed the back door, and Reba heard the revving of his car engine and the squealing tires on the pavement as he hurried away. She stood there, her heart had been ripped from her chest for she was starting to feel something for the father of her child, but she knew it would be nothing like her first love Brock, her three beautiful kids were proof that she might never love Bryan that way, and how in the world did he expect only a year of dating to be equivalent to a thirty year marriage? Yeah she had made a mistake by getting pregnant with his child, but she thought she deserved a little bit of leeway in this situation, after all Bryan didn't have to go through the nine months of being a human incubator for a man she barely even had a chance to figure out. Men don't think with their heads, they think with their sex drive, but Reba thought Bryan had always been different, he thought with his heart, and because of that he let her in way too quick, much quicker than Reba could ever let him in. The more she thought about this the more it seemed as if it were Brock's fault, it felt like even a flat tire on her old beat up car, or a stomach ache was Brock's fault after the divorce, but she didn't think she could ever stop loving him. She had closure. That was all. But twenty years wasn't going away in eight, as ridiculous as she may have sounded, her heart didn't work like Brock's.

It had been eight years. Eight long years, and now she knew Brock and Barbara Jean were definitely stuck with each other, first of all, she hoped he would never put BJ through the same experience he had put her, most of all she almost begged to God every night that he wouldn't try to put Henry through what he did to Jake, Kyra, and Cheyenne. Brock knew better now, as much as it was hard to believe these eight years had changed him, whether it was for the better was someone else's call, but she knew they loved each other now. Maybe not eight years ago when BJ was just a fling with his dental hygienist, maybe not when she told him about Henry, and maybe not even when Henry was born, but somewhere down that long, crooked line that eight years had drawn they fell for each other, and she resented them for that. She couldn't move on, Reba had always been the strong one, but it was all too hard now, how come she couldn't move on and have a baby with someone else like her ex-husband did? Why couldn't she just get over the fact that somewhere deep inside of her big heart she did love Bryan? And even if everyone else didn't believe it, or even she didn't believe it now, she loved that baby already….

Kyra closed the door behind her, quietly so Reba didn't quite snap out of the daze she was in,

"Hey mom."

She jumped when her daughter broke her last thought,

"Oh, h-hey K-Kyra."

Kyra looked at her mother knowingly, this stuttering grimace her mother had, only presented itself in times of crisis, or when bad news was just around the corner,

"Oh my God is Pop pop dead?" she covered her mouth on the verge of tears.

"NO! Where would you get a silly idea like that, Pop pop is fine!"

"Then what's up with you?"

"N-nothing, why would something be wr-wrong, what c-could possibly be wrong?"

"Well I stopped at BJ and Dad's house on the way over and Barbara Jean was just going on and on how she had to knit a baby blanket, Oh my God Is Cheyenne Pregnant?"

"NOOO!" Reba replied.

"Then who?"

"Kyra, do you want some pin wheels? I'll make you some!" Reba said trying to change the subject.

Kyra took a slight step forward, and put on a serious, yet all too familiar and joking face, she touched her mother's arm and put on her gentlest face, but behind her lips lurked her sly and sarcastic grin just waiting to show itself after her "joke",

"Mom, are you pregnant." The grin appeared, but disappeared rather quick at her mother's response,

"How-, how's about them pin wheels?"

Kyra now took a step back,

"You're joking right?"

"Now Kyra-"

"C'mon Mom! I'm eighteen now, I just thought we were getting a little normal again! It- it's not right, it's not, I don't approve!" Kyra shook her head in utter disbelief.

Reba stared into the now cold eyes of her youngest daughter,

"Well, I don't need your approval, do I?"

Her daughter twisted her face in a look of disgust,

"I'm spending the night at someone else's place, You call me when someone knocks some sense into you, Jake could probably do it better now than anyone else in this dysfunctional loony bin we call a family…" She stomped away much like Bryan did, slamming the door much like Bryan did, Reba listened to the engine rev much like she did when Bryan left, and listened as the roar of Kyra's old ford rumbled further and further away, it was almost unbearable to hear her daughter give up so quickly, it hurt much more than it did when Bryan wouldn't have it, but if Kyra didn't want anything to do with Reba now, or if she could write her sibling off as quickly as she did, Reba didn't know how she could react, or better yet, if she wanted to react. It would have been much easier to curl up into a little ball than what she decided to do then, she picked up the phone and dialed her Daddy.