(Glad you enjoyed the last chapter, makes me smile to see all of these positive reviews, remember, it keeps me inspired friends! Enjoy this addition to my seemingly never ending Reba fanfiction! :D)

"You really will?" he said, wiping his eyes before she could see his tears,

"Brock quit blubbering before I change my mind!" she responded.

"Wait til the kids find out!"

"Wait til BJ finds out..." she swallowed hard, choking back the lump in her throat that was starting to make her feel nauseous.

"I'll bet she'll be ecstatic.." He reassured.

She forgot; it was Barbra Jean, she wouldn't know betrayl if it hit her in her face.

"What will the kids say?"

"Hopefully good things.." he replied trying to keep her positive, the last thing he wanted was for her to change her mind. He kissed her lips, he forgot how soft they were,

"Let me go gussy myself up and we can go tell them." She said, trying to mirror his emotions.

This would be the first time in three or four months that Reba would get out of her robe, or at least happily do so. She searched through her closet, only to finally realize why she prefferred her pajamas, she had barely any maternity clothes, the ones from Jake were old and worn out. She burrowed in her dresser to find a white tank top to match one of her buttons ups, it would be better than putting on a musty maternity blouse, she slid on pair of jeans, buttoning them under her belly to avoid feeling fat. And looked down to see, as she recalled from her previous pregnancies, her feet were gone, hiding behind her expanding middle.

"You're so beautiful.." Brock said when he saw her again, this time drying his hair with a towel from the bathroom,

"Oh Brock..." Her cheeks flushed, matching her hair, "You always were the only one who knew how to make me blush.."

"Well if it's just calling you "beautiful", what kind of guys were you with that didn't say it all of the time?" he asked playfully, enjoying her rosy cheeks, something that always put a smile on his face,because it was a sign that she was happy... And it proved he could still flatter her.

"I'll go down first..." she said as he took her in his arms, too tired to repeat anything what they had done prior, she snuggled into his chest.

"Okay.." he whispered kissing the top of her head.

She didn't want to let him go, thinking if she left, he would go away, or just disappear and she would realize last night never happened. She walked down the steps,

"Cheyenne? Van?' she called cheerfully.

Van stared at her,

"MRS. H, YOU'RE DRESSED!"

"Yes Van I'm dressed." she said as a matter of factly, proud of herself she had finally crawled out of her rut she had made.

"Did you and Brian make up or something?" He chuckled.

"Not quite."

"Haha-"

"What are you laughing about?"

"I had a funny thought.." he chuckled more to himself.

"What was it?"

"It was nothing.." he pressed, trying to make her forget about it, which only made her more curious,

"Tell me Van!"

"I was just thinking that you and Mr. H finally made up, funny right?" He mumbled.

"Oh yeah, real funny!" she laughed nervously.

"MRS.H?"

"What Van?"

"You didn't?"

"I did." she mumbled.

"You did what?" Cheyenne interrupted as she walked out of the kitchen, Ryan on her hip while he slurped at his binky.

"Make up with your father..."

"Oh I'm glad! Jeez I told him he was being childish, not happy about the baby! I'm sure if he tried hard enough he'd like Brian and you could finally reassure Brian he had nothing to-"

"Not like that... At all."

"What do you mean?"

"I made up with him-" she urged, trying to get her to see the point.

"Yeah and I said that's great, now you can tell Brian how you feel, and he wouldn't be threatened-"

"NO Cheyenne!" she stopped her daughter before she could say anything more about her ex- no good coward of a boyfriend.

"Mom?" Cheyenne asked furrowing her brow.

"Your father and I- well we- we-"

"EWWW!" she exclaimed.

"Oh C'MON Cheyenne! You have TWO children! I know you and Van do it!"

"SHUT UP MOM!"

"It's that it was with Dad, what about BJ? She'll be so- so hurt!"

"No she won't!I have a feeling your father didn't tell you either?"

Brock waited upstairs impatiently clapping his hands together, until finally it was too painful listening to Reba fumble around the actual situation, and he interrupted,

"BJ and I are getting divorced, and your mother and I are getting married!"

He exclaimed.

"So you've been, you know, for a while now? Mom, you're the other woman?"

"No, no ,no- BJ asked your father for a divorce a month ago, and we only, you knowed... last night..." she twiddled her thumbs..

"Oh..." Well this is a lot to process.." Van was speechless, maybe for the first time in his life as his wife spoke for them.

"I know- I didn't even believe it..." Reba said, running her hand down Brock's back wishing she wasn't so tired...

"I think- I think I'm happy for you Mom, but Dad.."

"I'm not gonna leave again, you never realize how good you have it until you don't have what made life so good anymore... I've changed.."

"You don't believe in change.."

"I love your mother Cheyenne! And no one is gonna get in the middle of that this time.."

"Okay- well I have a wedding to plan in a month, don't want mom's water breaking walking down the aisle.." she laughed half- heartedly, remembering listening to her mother cry herself to sleep once more but ultimately she convinced her wandering mind, it might be okay this time and her mother wouldn't get hurt , her eyes widened at the not-so-ridiculous thought, after all Cheyenne went into labor on Graduation day, she took a deep breath, knowing her mother wouldn't let that happen, and then finally ending her skepticism and congratulated her parents.