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A/N: Can someone please tell me the exact number of Barbra Jean's beanie baby collection? Its been bugging me for a while now.
"He's what?" asked Cheyenne in disbelief. Everyone had reacted to the words that had just spilled from Brock's mouth, everyone but Kyra.
"It's all here: birth records, adoption records, even your mother's and my signatures," said Brock, still reeling from the information. Reba watched the teen with a new scene. A few moments ago he had been some bum who had broken into her house, now he was her son.
"So where does he fall in?" asked Kyra, her voice sounding like a friend was staying the night.
"Between Cheyenne and Jake," said Reba, not taking her eyes off the teen. Kyra's eyes widened as her mother's words sank in.
"You mean he's?" she asked. Reba merely nodded. Kyra had to study herself against the refrigerator as she looked on at the teen. Standing, the teen swung his pack over his solder.
"I'll keep to my promise now and be on way, sorry again for breaking into your place and giving you a heart attack maim," said the teen as he turned to leave. Reba shook her head as she stood herself.
"Cole, I think its best you stay here until we get this sorted out," she said. Cole turned and looked back at his mother.
"I don't want to seem like a free loader maim, I'd rather sleep outside anyway," he said.
"Wait. Mom this guy just showed up out of the blue, handed you a few papers and now your offering him to stay the night?" asked Cheyenne. Reba merely shrugged.
"What can I say Cheyenne? He's your brother," came her reply.
"You still never said where he is on the age list anyway," said Van. Reba rolled her eyes slightly.
"We already said that he was between Cheyenne and Jake," said Reba.
"Where is that exactly?" asked Cheyenne, still not getting what they were saying.
"He's my twin you idiots!" shouted Kyra, at the end of her rope with her sister and brother in law.
"There are two Kyra's now?" asked Jake, fear and defeat in his voice.
"That's sexual discrimination," said Cole in a partial winning voice. Kyra looked at her newly discovered sibling.
"Your wasting your time, he still has a hard time telling bathrooms apart," said Kyra.
"You know he's right, that is a form of sexual discrimination," said Barbra Jean. Cole cocked his eyebrow at Kyra, who grinned.
"I'll have no more talk, Cole your staying here tonight. Tomorrow we'll go down to the doctor's office and get this all sorted out," she said. Everyone began to file out of the kitchen; Brock and Barbra Jean began to walk out the door.
"Do you like hugs?" asked Barbra Jean as she passed Cole. Cole quickly moved away from the tall, blonde haired woman and fell in near Kyra.
"That tall one, Barbra Jean, is she off her rocker or something?" he asked. Kyra looked back at the kitchen door for a moment.
"She has like a hundred beanie babies and bought herself a very expensive tiara once," said Kyra.
"I don't like her," said Cole as they started to walk out of the kitchen. Kyra grinned slightly.
"I'm starting to think that you and me really are twins," she said. In the living room, Reba had dug a few blankets out and as laying them across the couch.
"Hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch," said Reba, her voice slightly upbeat.
"I've slept in boxcars, this will be like staying in a five star hotel," came Cole's reply, his voice containing a hint of humor while at the same time retaining seriousness. Reba sat in a chair while everyone but Cole headed up the stairs.
"So tell me about yourself Cole, it's not every night that you wake up and find your long lost son in the kitchen," said Reba. Cole sat down on the couch and merely shrugged. His hair, either a dark red or a light brown, seamed to shine in the light.
"I don't have much to say maim," he said, not really knowing what to say.
"You must have questions?" asked Reba. Cole looked away for a moment.
"Just one: Why did you guys give me up?" he asked. Reba looked at the blank screen of the TV as she gathered her thoughts.
"When Kyra and you where born, we were told that you were a still born. According to the doctors, you didn't make it and died soon after birth. We never even so much as got a body to bury after that, and we figured that with no one expecting us to have twins we could spare them the grief of a still born child," she said. Cole blinked a few times; he obviously had not been prepared for her response.
"Well someone made a mistake," he said. Reba nodded.
"Cole, I can't imagine what growing up must have been like for you. But I know in my heart that you are that baby boy we were told had died all those years ago. I can't expect you to forgive us, but I can offer you a roof over your head and a place to sleep," said Reba. Cole raised his hand slightly.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I've spent five years looking for you guys, and I finally found you. You don't know how happy I am right now," he said. Reba stood and patted Cole on the solder before she started up the stairs.
"Thanks again, maim," said Cole, looking over the back of the couch.
"Cole, I think its best you start calling me Mom like everyone else," she said before switching off the lights.