(Just so everyone knows, I'm using Reba McEntire's age, as if Reba Hart were physically the same person, and all of this is set after the show's finale…or whenever it would seem plausible, excuse my faulty planning… it's my first successful fic. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. ) ~Hannanball13

The phone seemed to ring forever and ever and ever, when Brock answered Reba almost threw up on her kitchen floor,

"H-hey Brock."

"Hi Reba?" Brock replied confused at Reba's strange behavior.

"Can you call Kyra?" Her voice breaking more than she thought it would.

"Why, is everything okay?"

"Umm, yeah she's just a little angry with me… that's all..."

"Why is that so out of the ordinary?, she'll come back home, she always comes back to you Reba, you are her mother, even if she doesn't want to admit it sometimes!"

"These are different circumstances Brock; just call her before she joins the Peace Corps or something!" She was on the verge of tears, her stomach doing flips and turns as Brock remained silent on the other end for a while.

"That bad huh?"

"Yeah that bad…" Reba trailed off.

"Well if you don't mind me asking, what happened that ticked Kyra off, well off more than usual..."

"Brock-"

"Come on Reba, you're still my best friend, please I want you to trust me again…"

"Well you're not my best friend, not anymore." She answered sadly.

"Reba?"

"I'VE TURNED INTO BARBARA JEAN!" Reba lost control, but the statement was so vague she could get away with it with the right choice of words.

"You're having an affair with a married man?" he whispered in shock.

"No Brock, I wish it were that simple…" Reba hung up the phone, picturing Brock still holding the phone to his ear, not knowing what to do.

She placed it on the counter wondering if she should dial Bryan and ultimately realized she should give him a while to think. Reba lay down on the coach with a cold wash cloth on her forehead.

Van came barreling down the steps much like he always did,, like every day so it should have been easy for her to try to make things normal in her head again, but it wasn't,

"Mrs.H Cheyenne is making you a doctor's appointment, she sent me down to tell you." He tried to walk away nonchalantly, but Reba almost bubbled over in rage,..

"CHEYENNE!" Reba stomped up the steps, if the weak steps could even be considered stomping and stepped into her daughters room, startling Elizabeth from her nap,

"Grandma, are you mad at me?" Reba looked at a Cheyenne with rage in her eyes, but quickly softened when she realized Elizabeth was looking at her; her tiny features presented themselves in horror, much like Cheyenne's did when she was her age.

"Oh no honey, Grandma just-" Reba stepped back as a wave of vertigo overcame her, but finished her sentence as soon as it had gone away, "Needs to speak with mommy for a minute okay so why don't you scoot your little butt downstairs and watch T.V with daddy."

Reba wrapped her arms around Elizabeth as she hugged her Grandma by the waist and toddled out the door. As soon as Reba knew she was out of ear shot she began shouting once more,

"CHEYENNE IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO SCHEDULE APPOINTMENTS FOR ME!"

"Mom-"

"NO! I have had the three of you successfully I know how to handle this…."

"Things have changed-"

"WHAT CHEYENNE, is it the fact that I'm not married to your father, or the fact that I'm not married at all! Is it the fact that Bryan went running when he found out about this? Or is it about my age, and how the risks multiply by a billion when you're fifty yet alone if you were thirty six! Cause I've thought about it already Cheyenne, I have, so I don't need you worrying about me!"

"I was just trying to help…" her daughter hung her head in shame and embarrassment, and that's when the tears came, Reba found herself regretting how she exploded on her innocent daughter. She wasn't sure if this misplaced anger was meant for Brock, Bryan or even Kyra, but the last person it was for was Cheyenne. She sat down on the bed next to Cheyenne her had her hands covering her face as if it were hiding the fact that she was crying,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…. Thank you…thank you so much, God forbid I explode on anyone else accept the one who is actually on my side, I didn't mean to Cheyenne I really didn't; It may sound awful, but I'm not looking forward to the next year, I'm not… I did my fair share of buying diapers and waking up at three a.m. already, it just feels like this isn't going to work. Please see where I'm coming from sweetie."

Cheyenne looked at her mother,

"Like I don't know that feeling, like I don't know where you've been, cause I've been there and I've experienced it, you don't think anyone is on your side, you're stared at as if you are a freak show, I've practically been you, but Van, Van embraced me and told me it was going to be okay, Van made it better, I'm trying to say you should talk to Bryan…. Please… for me?"

"I'm afraid to try, you didn't see his face when he heard that I was pregnant… I have to give him time to think."

"Fine… But promise me, you'll call him?"

"Yeah Cheyenne, Okay honey, I'm gonna go."

"Where?"

"To throw up…" Reba clutched her mouth and bolted from her daughter's bedroom.