"Come here you!" Chassidy mumbled in relief as she pulled Reba into a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you, looking all pregnant..." She whisper teased in Reba's ear before allowing her step-mother to pull away. Nudging Chassidy in the shoulder, Reba shook her head with a laugh.

"Hush." She whispered back as she pulled her loose t-shirt even further away from her body. As of late, her wardrobe mostly consisted of black slacks, pants, and loose fitting shirts. While she was still below the average weight and size of a nearly six month pregnant woman, her body was to the point it could no longer deny the fact that she was indeed pregnant... and growing!

"How have my sweet bundles of perfection been?" Reba beamed as she looked over towards Mason and Jadyn, who were standing in the doorway, not far from their mother.

"Scott and I have been really good, thank you for asking." Chassidy retorted back sweetly as she sarcastically laid her hand on her chest, in a touched fashion.

"I meant my other bundles of perfection." Reba laughed, as she rolled her eyes at her daughter and proceeded to hug her granddaughter tightly.

"Grandma, I've been waiting all week for you to get here!"

"You have to see my room!" Jadyn insisted as she quickly pulled away from Reba's hug, her excitement already causing her to jump up and down. Smiling back at her granddaughter's enthusiasm, Reba nodded in agreement.

"You're darn right I have to see this room."

"Do you think you can fit me in for a tour now?" Reba questioned earnestly. Laughing a bit as Jadyn nodded her head and grabbed her arm quickly; she led Reba down the right hallway to where her new room was located. Pushing the white door open, Jadyn led Reba into a spacious light blue bedroom that was bordered with sparkly red wallpaper. Gasping a bit, Reba turned her head to catch the reaction of her granddaughter as they moved further into the room. Her large, dark brown bed was centered in the middle of the room and her matching desk had been placed just to the right, they were also complimented by a matching bookshelf that was in the left corner of the room at the opposite end of her closet door.

"It's Dorothy themed." Jadyn beamed, as she too, took a long look around the room. Ever since she had been a little girl, her favorite fairytale had been the Little Red Riding Hood, Reba remembered reading Jadyn that story many times over the years that she and Mason had spent at her home back in Gatalin.

"Honey it's gorgeous." Reba praised as she walked over to Jadyn's desk to get a better look at the white polka dot bulletin board that was riddled with pictures of Jadyn and her friends in dance class and softball practice.

"Mom helped me pick everything out," Jadyn said with a smile as she walked over to her closet door where her softball uniform hung, freshly washed, on the doorknob.

"I'm so happy you could make it for the last game of the season." She added softly as she proudly held the uniform up for Reba to see.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Reba beamed back as she walked over to where Jadyn was standing in order to give her one more hug. She couldn't believe that she was already almost eleven years old. Time really flew by.

"J it's time for Mason's practice, are you two ready to go?!" Chassidy yelled from down the hall at Reba and Jadyn. Jadyn, who was still holding her softball uniform, quickly hung it up and followed Reba eagerly out of the room.

"Wahoo, go Mason!"

"Looking good buddy." Reba cheered from the stands, later that afternoon, as she sat next to Chassidy and Jadyn, high up on the park's bleachers. They had been at Mason's baseball practice for about an hour, and Chassidy had already had to remind Reba that it was only a practice at least a dozen times. Grandma had a tendency to get a little excited. Shaking her head and smiling at Reba's avidity, Chassidy couldn't help but chuckle at her step-mother. Her hair, now much shorter, was wild and natural and her black sweater was tightly wrapped around her body. Chassidy was sure that Reba had yet to set her phone down the entire time they'd been there, continually snapping videos and pictures of Mason.

"You know he'll kill you if you post any of those," Chassidy informed Reba as she scooted closer to Jadyn, who was sitting in between the two of them.

"I know."

"I didn't plan on sharing any," Reba replied, her eyes still fixated on the field. Another boy from Mason's team hit the ball hard, throwing his bat to the ground, and taking off for first base.

"Who's that kid?" Reba questioned, as she watched him lean forward, his hands on his knees, giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

"Oliver Pollak," Chassidy responded immediately as her eyes quickly found where Reba was staring. Both Reba and Chassidy peered back over at Mason who was standing on third base, ready to run home at the next hit.

"Interesting name," Reba mumbled as she watched the next boy proceed to bat, her eyes still glued to Mason, who took off as soon as the boy hit the ball, sending it flying out onto the field. Once each boy that was on a base had made it to home plate, the coach called the team over to the dugout.

"Practice already over?" Reba questioned sadly as she set her phone on her lap and watched as Chassidy checked the time on her phone.

"Looks like it." She replied, laughing a little at the sadness in Reba's voice. She then motioned for both Reba and Jadyn to follow her down the backside of the bleachers, where they would meet Mason at the car.

"Great job buddy."

"That was what, three straight hits in a row?" Reba praised Mason, who sat in the seat next to her. Giving Reba a small but appreciative smile, Mason nodded in reply.

"What's for dinner?" Jadyn questioned from the far back seat, peering over the middle chair and at her mother in the review mirror.

"Salmon," Chassidy called back, earning a big smile from her daughter as she slowed the Juke down, coming to a stop at the red light.

"That was delicious Chass, thank you," Reba said sincerely as she set her plate in the kitchen sink, rinsing it off, before placing it down into the dishwasher beside her.

"It was my pleasure, I love that you actually ate the entire meal," Chassidy replied, resting her chin on Reba's shoulder and wrapping her in a hug from behind.

"Are you sure you're ready to tell them?" She questioned as she rolled her head to the side, looking at Reba the best she could.

"It's to the point where people will start noticing and I want them to hear it from me," Reba stated as she rested her hands on Chassidy's, reveling in the sweet moment a little longer. Proceeding to the family room where Mason, Jadyn, and Scott were, Reba and Chassidy entered a few moments later.

"Guys, there's something Grandma and I need to talk to you about," Chassidy said softly, catching both of her kid's attention. Both Chassidy and Reba proceeded to sit on the coffee table that was perched in front of the couch both of her kids were on.

"What is it?" Jadyn questioned softly as she watched her father, from the corner of her eye, mute the television so that Reba and Chassidy would be heard over the noise.

"Well, it's kind of exciting news actually," Reba replied with a sweet smile. She hoped that they wouldn't be weirded out by her announcement.

"I'm having another baby."

"That means you guys are going to have a new aunt or uncle," Chassidy added quickly once Reba had blurted out the news. Staring intently at her grandchildren Reba watched as they made no sudden movements. Both seemingly a little stunned.

"Like a pregnant kind of having a baby?" Mason asked skeptically as he scooted further to the edge of the couch, not really sure if he understood quite right. He and his buddies were at the point where they knew babies no longer came from large flying birds.

"Like a six month pregnant kind of having a baby," Chassidy answered for Reba, resting her hand on Reba's leg.

"Cool?"

"I think?" Mason replied a moment later, nodding his head a bit.

"You're not angry?" Reba asked back, slightly appalled. At this stage every time she told a new family member she expected or assumed that they would be mad, even though all of her kids, siblings, and mother were thrilled.

"No," Mason replied with a shrug.

"Should I be?" He questioned his face clearly unsure of how his mother and grandmother wanted him to react to the situation.

"Most certainly not!" Reba responded quickly as she went to hug him in relief, they couldn't have been possibly taking the news better.

"How about you J, you okay with this?" Reba asked, turning to Jadyn as Mason made room for her to sit in between him and his sister.

"Are you kidding?"

"This means I get another baby girl to dress up!" Jadyn said with the biggest smile on her face.

"Wait a second, how do you know it will be a girl?" Reba laughed as she pushed a bit of Jadyn's blonde hair behind her shoulders.

"Because Shelby is a boy and like Mason, he needs a little sister, its logic Grandma." She stated as she threw her arms around Reba in a tight hug.

"You know what you should name her?"

"Aria!" Jadyn declared quickly, as she withdrew from Reba's hug and clung tightly to her hands. Laughing again at her granddaughter, Reba turned to Chassidy in surprise.

"You let her watch Pretty Little Liars?" She questioned her daughter in shock as she had remembered the character's name from when Savannah had made her and Kelly watch a couple of episodes the Christmas before.

"She's nearly eleven," Chassidy said with a snort as she looked at her step-mother incredulously. Bringing her granddaughter in for another hug, Reba fake pouted as she looked back over to her daughter.

"No she's not, she was secretly born on February twenty-ninth and is actually only three." She mumbled in a sad voice, as she watched Chassidy roll her eyes back at her.

"Hey, if my birthday's the twenty-ninth then that means it recently just passed, where's my gift?" Jadyn questioned with a tease when Reba finally let her pull away.

"Mother like daughter," Reba responded with a giggle and an eye roll.

"Hey, bub," Reba mumbled softly, later that night as she watched her grandson, quietly peer into the refrigerator, reaching for the milk.

"Grandma?" Mason questioned as he jumped a bit, placing the milk on the counter and squinting in the dark towards the island where Reba was seated.

"You still drink warm milk at night when you can't sleep?" She continued to question as she watched him now head for the cabinets that held the family's glasses.

"How did you know?" Mason asked, a little surprised as he went to pour the milk into a decently sized Dallas Cowboys cup. Holding up her own glass of warm milk, Reba smiled back when Mason's eyes lit up in realization.

"I remember that used to be our midnight snack every time you came to visit, that and cookies," Reba added softly as she recalled all the times that Mason would visit her and Narvel and wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. In order to calm him down she always found that, like with her, a warm glass of milk and cookies always seemed to help.

"Can't sleep either?" Mason questioned softly as he moved over to the island where Reba was and pulled out the black chair that matched the one she was perched on, sitting beside her.

"Haven't been able to sleep properly in months." She confessed in a whisper as she took a small sip of her own glass of milk.

"Is it because of the baby?" Mason inquired again, looking at his grandmother seriously.

"That and other things."

"Does Grandad know?" He said referring to her being pregnant, as he shifted in the chair a little uncomfortably, obviously worried that he might have offended her.

"No," Reba responded back a little guiltily. She knew that Narvel had to be told at some point and having his family lie to him wasn't exactly fair to anyone but she still just wasn't ready.

"Dad said Grandad was an asshole for what he did to you," Mason stated bluntly, causing Reba to choke a bit. Had she just heard her grandson right?

"Mason, I didn't know you used those words." She replied back in astonishment.

"Well, mom said I'm allowed to use them if I'm really passionate about what I'm using them for." He said a little smugly. After all, he was a fourteen-year-old boy now.

"Oh, really and how did that come about?" Reba asked with a chuckle, only her daughter would permit her kids to cuss if they were truly passionate about something.

"I asked her why it was okay for her to cuss at Oliver Pollak's mother when he told the coach I should be the pitcher and she said that cussing was okay as long as someone was really serious about why they were cussing," Mason responded, as if his mother's explanation made the most sense in the world.

"How often does your mother cuss?" Reba questioned once more, still chuckling at her grandson's response.

"That depends, do you mean daily or in general?" Mason questioned seriously, which in return caused them both to break out into laughter.