"Morning, mom. Morning, Barbara Jean," Cheyenne said, bounding down the stairs. "You're here early."
Barbara Jean just exchanged looks as they sat on the couch, having really moved that morning to get coffee not too long before Cheyenne had walked into the room. The pair hadn't decided how to tell the children about them. Deciding they were ready was one thing, but coming out and informing your children about such a big move and change was far easier said than done. Instead the pair focused on what Barbara Jean would need to bring over first and what could wait to be moved and what could be placed in storage until they needed it. They were also deciding Henry's rooming arrangements.
Cheyenne continued into the kitchen, not paying the whispering women any mind.
Van stumbled down the stairs soon after. "Morning, Mrs. H," he yawned, also making his way into the kitchen.
"Well, we could always put Henry in with-"
"Mom!" Jake called from upstairs, "do I have to go to school today? I don't feel good."
Reba sighed, putting her hand up to tell Barbara Jean to wait a second, "Maybe that has something to do with the gallon of ice cream you ate last night. As well as the six hot dogs. You're going!" she yelled. She turned back to Barbara Jean, "We could put him in with Jake… If you still want to move in." She laughed.
"You can't scare me away that easily," Barbara Jean said, joining in Reba's infectious laughter. "Morning, Kyra!"
Kyra eyes widened as she spied Barbara Jean and her mother sitting on the couch. "Morning, Barbara Jean," she waved before hurrying into the kitchen, refusing to meet her mother's eyes.
Reba made a face before shaking it off, assuming that Kyra was simply in one of her teenage moods. "Okay!" Reba said, standing. "Let's go then! We should be able to make a few trips today and we'll grab the necessities. We should have you moved in within a few days."
"Oh! This is so excitin'!" Barbara Jean giggled. "I've never really lived with someone I was dating. I mean, I lived with Brock for a few months before we were married, but he was married to you and I was pregnant, so we kinda had to. I mean-"
"Barbara Jean?" Reba interrupted.
"yeah?"
"Can we just go, please?"
Barbara Jean nodded and the pair began walking towards the door. Cheyenne, however, cut in front of them, Van on her heels.
"Gotta go, mom! Late for school!"
"I have to go, too. Those houses won't sell themselves, you know!"
"Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, you two! What about Elizabeth?" The pair turned around, confused. "Your daughter?" Reba supplied.
"We know who she is, mom," Cheyenne answered. "We'd just assumed you'd watch her."
"Well, I'm busy today. One of you will have to bring her along. Come on, Barbara Jean," Reba said, pulling a jacket on. And grabbing her purse before exiting, Barbara Jean following closely.
"Reba!" Barbara Jean whispered as they walked to the redhead's car.
"What is it?" Reba asked.
"We're wearing our clothes from yesterday," the blonde hinted. "We never got changed."
"So?"
"So," Barbara Jean trailed off, her eyes deliberately staring at Reba's shirt.
"Crap!" Reba said, catching on as she realized two things. One: Brock hadn't merely unbuttoned her shirt in his haste the day before, he ripped it open. This meant that a number of buttons for the top half of her shirt had popped. Two: because her shirt's buttons had been popped off, she had been walking around all morning with her bra showing. Reba quickly zipped up the jacket she was now very grateful she had taken. "Thanks!"
Barbara jean nodded, suppressing a giggle, "Any time!"
"What was that about?" Cheyenne asked, peering out the window as the giggling women climbed into Reba's car as Van returned downstairs, Elizabeth in tow.
"Mom's seeing someone," Kyra said, shifting uncomfortably.
"She is not!" Cheyenne argued, shaking her head. "She would have told me! I'm, like, her best friend."
"Well, she didn't tell you. Some best friend."
"Yeah? Know what she did tell me? Shut up, Kyra," Cheyenne retorted, feeling proud.
"No, seriously, Cheyenne. She's seeing… Someone."
"Who?" Cheyenne squealed in excitement. "Is it dad? I saw him coming up the driveway yesterday when I was on my way out."
"You mean she's back with Mr. Hhhhot?" Van asked, smiling. "That's some chemistry. I did think that she was wearing the same outfit as yesterday. She must've snuck out."
"Why would she have done that?" Cheyenne asked.
Van looked at Elizabeth and covered her ears. "Bow-chicka-bow-bow!"
Kyra scowled, angry that the two were so okay with their divorced parents getting back together. It wasn't that she didn't want her parents to be happy, but had they seen their father's track record with marriages? Besides, they hadn't entered the house through the kitchen door and into the family room to see their mother wrap her leg around her father's waist as he kissed her neck and groped her. They hadn't heard her moaning their father's name. Kyra shuddered at the memory from the day before and suppressed the nausea that welled up in her stomach. After that, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to look her parents in the face again.
"Jake!" Kyra called, changing the subject as her sister and brother-in-law discussed their divorced parent's sex life. Kyra had her fill of that subject. "Your ride is leaving. Let's go! Now! Move it!"
Jake rushed down the stairs, "I'm coming! Don't have a cow!"
Kyra led the way out of the house as the other four followed close behind.
Hours later, Reba and Barbara Jean gathered the last boxes from the car and carted them to Reba's bedroom. "Reba, I can't believe this is my room now, too! This is so excitin'!" Barbara Jean exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air and spinning in a circle.
She stopped suddenly as she caught sigh of Reba peeling off her jacket.
Lugging boxes had made Reba's half-open shirt bunch in the back, causing it to hug her in all the right places. Particularly, her chest, which was eagerly attempting to pop the remaining buttons.
"What?" Reba asked as Barbara Jean eyed her. "What is it?"
"You look hot!" the blonde answered, still unable to tear her eyes away.
Reba blushed, "No I don't. I'm all sweaty and I haven't showered yet today, and my hair is a mess, an-"
"You look hot!" Barbara Jean repeated, interrupting her. She stepped closer and kissed Reba gently on the lips.
Reba smiled flirtatiously and sauntered to the bed. "Hot, really? What, exactly, is hot?"
"Well, the shirt, to start with," Barbara Jean answered, following Reba.
"Really?" Reba asked, pulling her close. Something in Reba snapped and, although she had never bee the aggressive one when it came to her relationship with Barbara Jean, she could herself sweeping the boxes from the bed and pushing her larger companion onto it. She then climbed onto the bed as well, straddling Barbara Jean's hips.
"Reba!" Barbara Jean gasped in surprise. The redhead only smiled in return and leaned in to kiss her. "You shirt," Barbara Jean said once Reba had pulled away.
Reba looked down and found that her shirt was holding on by four measly buttons. She shrugged, knowing it would be too much trouble to repair. She tore her shirt open, popping the remaining buttons, and threw it behind her.
Barbara Jean watched Reba with amazement. Reba never took charge like this and this aggressive side was one Barbara Jean was enjoying.
Reba paused for a moment, deciding the best way to remove Barbara Jean's shirt. She smiled wickedly, having made her decision. The redhead leaned in and began kissing Barbara Jean's neck as she slowly undid the first button. She then kissed this newly exposed skin as her fingers expertly worked the next button.
Barbara Jean arched her back, moaning in the back of her throat. She moved to help Reba with the buttons, wanting to get this layer of cloth separating her body from Reba's off, but Reba swatted her hands away and continued her- in Barbara Jean's opinion- painstakingly slow and teasing work.
Reba trailed kisses back to Barbara Jean's neck while pinning her arms to the bed by entwining their fingers.
Barbara Jean moaned again, desperately wanting Reba to remove her shirt.
Instead, Reba nibbled at her ear. "I love you, Barbara Jean," she whispered.
Barbara jean responded by pulling Reba into an intense kiss, which Reba melted into. Never one to miss an opportunity, Barbara Jean took advantage or Reba's brief lapse of control and tore off her own shirt, throwing it as Reba had.
"Hey!" Reba laughed breathily into her lover's ear. "You cheated! I had plans for that shirt."
"Have I been a bad girl?" Barbara jean asked, feigning innocence. "If I've been naughty, you should punish me." She shifted her legs slightly beneath Reba causing her to gasp in pleasure.
Quickly regaining her composure, Reba smiled seductively. "I intend to." She leaned in and kissed Barbara Jean again, her hands beginning to roam.
Suddenly, Barbara Jean stopped kissing back and she grabbed Reba's hands, stopping their exploration.
"What?" Reba asked, pulling away.
"I…" Barbara Jean stuttered. "What made you stop yesterday? With Brock."
Reba's face took on an embarrassed look. "I…" she sighed. "He didn't ask."
Barbara Jean looked confused. "Ask?"
"Before you unzip me. You ask. He didn't ask. He just… Didn't. And you always ask. It was this sweet, respectful, mood-killing thing you always did to make sure you weren't pushing me or forcing me to do anything I wasn't ready for."
"And that's what shocked you out of it?" the blonde asked. Reba nodded. "Reba?" Barbara Jean moved her fingers towards the redhead's jeans' button.
Reba smiled, "The answer will always be yes. But… I love that you ask."
Barbara Jean returned the smile and helped Reba peel her jeans from her legs, tossing them.
Reba quickly returned the favor, careful not to let her companion stray too much from her position on the bed.
Clad only in bras and panties each, Reba again straddled Barbara Jean.
Barbara Jean eagerly pulled Reba into a kiss, which Reba hungrily returned. She then quickly removed Reba's bra before rolling over so that she was on top of Reba. She circled Reba's erect nipple with her tongue causing the redhead to moan loudly as she threw her head back in pleasure.
Reba bit her lip, moaning, as she fought to regain control as Barbara Jean kissed her neck and ran her hands down her body.
Reba finally rolled herself over, straddling Barbara Jean once again. She leaned in and blew in the blonde's ear causing her to arch her back again, moaning with desire. Barbara Jean ran her hands down Reba's back as the redhead stuck her tongue in her companion's ear.
"Mom? Sorry I didn't know. I just wanted to grab a- Oh, my God!" the women heard a voice screech.
Reba froze, eyes widened in shock and fear. She heard footsteps retreat and a door down the hall slam. Reba quickly removed herself from Barbara Jean's body and pulled on a bathrobe, Barbara jean following suit.
"What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?" Barbara Jean panicked as she paced. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
Reba grabbed the taller woman by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It's. Okay. Now, let's go talk to Kyra." Barbara Jean nodded in response.
The pair walked to Kyra's bedroom and knocked.
"I don't want to talk to either of you!"
Reba sighed, "We need to talk. Open the door, or I will."
Silence.
"Fine." the door swung open and Kyra retreated back to her bed.
Reba took a deep breath and walked into the room. "Now, Barbara Jean and I want to explain what you saw. Right, Barbara Jean?" The redhead turned around. "Barbara Jean! Get in here!"
The blonde quickly shuffled in, eyes downcast. "Right!"
"I know what I saw. I'm 17. But I suppose now we know why Cheyenne became a teenage mother."
"What is that supposed to mean, Kyra Eleanor Hart?" Reba asked, anger evident in her voice.
"Well, she had to learn it somewhere," Kyra answered dryly.
"Learn what?" Reba demanded. "Because you will not disrespect me or imply anything about your sister."
"I saw you," Kyra responded simply.
"Yes, we know," Barbara Jean interjected. "That's why we're having this fun little conversa-"
"No, mom," Kyra interrupted, looking solely at her mother. "I saw you."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Reba asked, losing her temper. "Saw m-"
"I saw you with dad!"