Reba What If

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Reba and Jake were in the kitchen together getting the peanut butter, jelly, whole wheat bread, and a butter knife. Reba gives Jake a suspicious look.

"Jake, what's going on? You know I haven't made your sandwiches in years. When you can reach the counter you can make the food yourself." Reba says looking at him. Jake blushes.

"I should have known that the sandwich would give me away." Jake says as he spreads the peanut butter on the bread. Reba picks up the container after Jake puts it down and puts the lid on it.

"Given you away for what?... Jake?" Reba asks when he doesn't respond.

"Do you really think my walls are that thick?" Jake asks just looking at Reba with an expectant answer look. Reba can't look straight at him anymore.

"No, I don't think that your thick, for a fact I know they are only about an inch wide." Reba says.

"So why were you and dad doing what I think you were doing in your room when you knew all 3 of us kids were home?" Jake says, now he can't look at his mom either. This topic is one that Reba and Jake have never really talked about.

"What can I say? I wanted Brock to talk to him. I can tell he's done his usual bang up job. Thanks Brock." Reba thinks to herself.

"Are you going to answer me?" Jake says staring at her while opening the jelly. Just then Brock comes down the stairs tucking his shirt into his jeans. Reba sighs a sigh of relief. Reba walks over to him and punches him in the stomach. Brock looks shocked.

"What's that for Reba?" Brock asks.

"Nice job Brock. Did you ever give Jake "the talk" that I asked you to give him?" Reba asks looking at him with the same look Jake gave her only a few minutes earlier.

"What talk?" Jake asks as he walks around the counter. Reba just smirks at Brock.

"Well if you didn't give it to him before, now is the best time to give him the talk." Reba says before she walks out of the kitchen. Brock just looks at Jake like he doesn't know what to say. After a long pause he motions for Jake to sit down.

"Well son, the talk is something that a father gives his son when he thinks he's ready to know about the torture he will endure when he gets married." Brock says.

"I can hear you. And I don't like the way you're headed Brock." Reba says from the living room.

"See what I mean?" Brock asks. Jake just nods and takes a bite of his sandwich.

"Anyhow," Brock continues, "when two people get married and they love each other and they are away from their parents, the 2 people get together, and-" Brock starts saying.

"Not to graphic Brock." Reba interrupts from the other room. Brock rolls his eyes, but he listens to what she said.

"Fine, they get together and they have children. Now a man has specific urges that allow him to feel good about different women. Now, son you can't go for every woman you see. I mean because when you find the woman you truly want to marry you don't want to have a history." Brock says. Reba walks into the kitchen and sits down between Brock and Jake.

"Jake, why don't you go upstairs so I can talk to your dad?" Reba asks with her chin laying on her fist. Jake gets these really big eyes knowing that his dad is in trouble, and runs up the stairs.

"What I'd I do now, Reba?" Brock asks.

"Everything, Brock! That's not the talk. Well I mean it is A talk, but it's not the talk we wanted to give our children. Now, I told you that I would give Kyra and Cheyenne the talk if you could give Jake the talk when he got bigger. I can't believe that I trusted you to give our 12 year old son a serious talk. I am going to go talk to him." Reba says as she stands up with a sigh.

"Reba, don't do that. I was trying to be serious. I thought I was doing the right thing for him." Brock says.

"You know Brock, when people say it's the thought that counts, it's not really." Reba says, and then she walks out of the kitchen and sighs loudly. Cheyenne walks down the stairs, and looks at Reba strangely.

"You okay mom?" Cheyenne asks.

"Your dad can be a pain in the butt sometimes." Reba says holding onto the rail of the stairs.

"I know that mom. Do you think I don't listen to him? What are you going to do?" Cheyenne asks.

"I have to go give Jake "the talk" and see if I can fix what your dad messed up." Reba says.

"Shouldn't a man give Jake that talk? I mean mom, no offense but you can't tell a boy what to expect because you aren't a man, and you were never a boy... Hey what if I change my plans and get my friend Van Montgomery to talk to him?" Cheyenne asks excitedly.

"No... There is no way I am letting you and your boyfriend go into your bedroom alone." Reba says.

"What?" Cheyenne asks innocently, like she doesn't know what Reba's talking about.

"Come on Cheyenne, I'm not stupid. I know that you like him, and I don't want grandchildren until I am at least 60 years old." Reba says.

"I think that is a naive thought, Reba." Brock says walking in, "that would make Cheyenne and Kyra in their 40s. That's a nice wish." Just then Kyra walks in.

"Mom, Dad; I have something to tell you." Kyra says...