It had been almost three months since Reba had moved out. Brock found out through the kids that Reba had moved into a condo across town and gotten herself a job as a real estate agent. She had gotten her certification when Jake was an infant. It was something she had always wanted to do. Brock was walking by Kyra's room when he heard her and Cheyenne talking.

"We should give them some time alone," Cheyenne suggested.

"But where would we go? Mom's house?" Kyra asked.

"No not mom's house it has to be some place where we wouldn't be with either of them," Cheyenne thought.

"Wait why can't we go to mom's?" Kyra asked confused.

"Oh Kyra you're so little sometimes. We can't go to mom's because she's been taking care of us since we were little and we can't stay here because well because dad needs a break." Cheyenne explained. "We need to go some place so they can both have some time alone without having any kids around."

"How about Grandma's house," Brock couldn't help but chime in on their conversation.

"Dad how long have you been there?" Kyra asked.

"Long enough to know you're planning something. So tell me, what exactly are you planning?" Brock asked walking over and sitting on the bed.

"Well we were planning on giving you a week without having to worry about us. We figured that since we have a week off of school for Easter we could go away and give you a vacation," Cheyenne calmly explained.

"And you planned this why?"

"Because you've been taking care of us for the past few months and we wanted to do something nice for you." Cheyenne smiled sweetly at her father.

"And you could stay with your mother why?"

"Because she took care of us before you did. You both need a vacation from being grown ups." Kyra volunteered.

"And your idea of us staying with Grandma is perfect. We could call Grandma Liz and stay at her house. Can you call her and ask?" Cheyenne asked excitedly.

"Sure I'll give her a call and let you know her answer." Brock got up and left the room. The doorbell rang and Brock went to go answer it.

"Hey Mom thanks for coming on such short notice," Brock said opening the door.

"It was no problem at all. My son calls saying my grandbabies willingly want to come visit me I came as soon as a could," Elizabeth laughed.

"Yeah," Brock sighed. "Cheyenne, Kyra, Jake! Come on down your grandma is here!" Brock yelled. The three kids came running down the stairs.

"Grandma!" The kids yelled in unison.

"Alright go get your stuff and we'll get going," Elizabeth announced sending the kids back upstairs to get their belongings. "So why do they want to come with me for the week?" Elizabeth asked.

"They want to give me a vacation," Brock shrugged.

"That's it?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Yeah that's it."

"So what are you going to do during the week?" Elizabeth asked.

Brock shrugged. "I don't know. Reba and I were supposed to celebrate our wedding anniversary on Wednesday. Can you believe we've been together for 16 years and yet we're not going to be together to celebrate it." Brock shook his head.

"I see," Elizabeth nodded. "Kids hurry up or we're going to hit traffic!" She yelled up the stairs. She turned back to Brock. "Good luck sweetie. Try not to think about Wednesday. Take yourself out some where fun."

"Thanks mom. Ill try. I think I'll use my half of the gift I was going to give Reba." When Brock saw the confused look on his mother's face he explained further. "I had a reservation at Magnolia."

"Ok, well enjoy yourself then," Elizabeth said with a smile. The kids came back down stairs ready to go. They said their goodbyes and left with Elizabeth for the week.