The next morning Reba was in the kitchen making her breakfast when van and Cheyenne walked in. "Morning mom" "Morning Mrs. H or Should I say Mrs. M" Can paused and shook his head. "Mrs. M that doesn't sound right do you think you could change it?" Reba laughed. "Van I'm not changing my name" Reba said. "Well suit yourself stick with it then" Van said sitting down at the kitchen table Cheyenne sat next to him.
"So mom how was your night last night?" "Yeah we didn't hear anything in inappropriate if you know what I mean" Van winked. "Van!" Cheyenne said hitting him on the shoulder. "What? You can ask but I can't?" Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "First off she's my mother and second the way you talk it sounds dirty…" Cheyenne said. "Dirty that's the way it should be…am I right?" Van said looking for a high five and all he got was a glare from both Cheyenne and Reba.
"Soooo mom are you talking to dad today?" Cheyenne asked. "Do I have a choice? Do I ever have a choice when all they do is pop in?" Reba joked. "Mom be serious you have to tell dad about marrying Jack" "I know I do and I will do it right after work but right now I have to be going" she said. "What about breakfast?" Van asked. "Cheyenne can make breakfast" "you're joking right?" Van laughed. Reba raised an eyebrow. "You're serious? Mrs. H!" Van whined. "See you guys later" Reba said walking out the door. "Why don't you want me to make breakfast?" Cheyenne asked crossing her arms over her chest. "Well honey…you can't cook…what I mean is you do cook you just…look at the time…I should be anywhere but here right now" Van said nervously. "Uh huh" Cheyenne said shaking her head.
Work went by slowly for Reba she groaned as she walked into the house closing the door and putting her jacket away. "Hey!" Barbra jean said popping up from the kitchen. "Ahh" Reba said. "Barbra Jean! You almost gave me a heart attack" Reba said. "Look Barbra Jean I had a really hard day at work I really don't want to talk" she said going into the kitchen. "Well this will only take a second" "I'm sure" she mumbled. "What's up Barbra Jean?" "You have to tell Brock about you and Jack" "Barbra Jean" "Please Reba! I can't keep a secret like this much longer and he's starting to get suspicious" "Fine I'll tell him later but first I need to relax" "How about now" And right on cue Brock walked in. "You did this on purpose" Reba said.
"Well I'll leave you two to talk" she said exiting out of the room. "What was that about?" "It's Barbra Jean it could be anything" Reba shrugged. "No something's up she's been acting really weird ever sense last night" Brock said. "I think I know what it's about" Reba said. "You do?" "Yeah…well you remember last night when we said we were getting a dog?" "Yeah I do" "Well…the dog wasn't exactly the truth" "then what is the truth?" "Well…." "Reba and Jack are getting married!" Barbra Jean shouted from the living room. "Barbra Jean!" Reba said. "I'm sorry Reba but women you were taking forever and I thought just rip the band aid off." She said walking back into the kitchen. "Is that true?" Brock asked.
"Yeah it is…" she nodded. "Huh…" "So are you okay with all this?" Reba asked. "Of course I am Reba I want you to be happy" Brock lied the truth was he was a little bugged by it okay more than bugged. "See Reba that wasn't that hard" Barbra Jean said. "Yea you're right" Reba mumbled kind of upset about Brocks reaction at least he could have had one. Reba thought.