Reba What If

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Reba sighs and sits down on the couch. Brock sits down next to her, and takes her hand is his.

"What's wrong Kyra?" Reba asks.

"Well..." Kyra says trying to avoid the subject.

"Kyra..." Brock says in a warning tone.

"Mom, Dad; I met a boy. I really like him. We want to start dating." Kyra says.

"Kyra, have you been sleeping with this boy?" Brock asks Kyra in a serious tone.

"I don't know." Kyra says.

"What!?" Reba and Brock holler as they jump up off the couch at the same time.

"No! I was being sarcastic. We are not having sex, but I think I would like to." Kyra says and she gets flustered.

"Kyra, we have had the talk over and over. Do you really think that it's the best thing to do? I don't even think you should be dating, you are only 15 years old." Reba says trying to be rational with her.

"Come on mom! I can take care of myself. I love him." Kyra says being the usual teenage girl.

"Do you really love him or do you just think you love him Kyra?" Reba asks her.

"Are you going to forbid me to date him?" Kyra asks looking at her mom suspiciously.

"I can't forbid you of anything, because if I forbid you, then you will sneak off with him. But if I could forbid you something, I would forbid you this. I am just trying to stop you from making the same mistakes that your father and I made." Reba says to Kyra.

"What?" Cheyenne says surprised.

"Cheyenne, Kyra. You're mother's parents and my parents didn't want us to get married, so we went and married anyway just us." Brock says. Cheyenne and Kyra's jaws drop.

"So we regret the way everything happened, but we don't regret our life or any of you kids in anyway. We love you no matter what, we just wish we would have waited until we were a little bit older when we got married. I mean, I got married when I was 20 and your dad was 23." Reba says.

"I'm sorry, mom. I never realized that. I think I will wait." Kyra says, "I just really liked him; but if I can wait until I get married then I will. Thank you for showing me the error or my ways."

"Me too mom. I can't believe that all that happened. I'm sorry mom." Cheyenne says.

"It's okay, Cheyenne." Reba says.

"Well I am going to go and tell Van that I don't think that we shouldn't have such a serious relationship." Cheyenne says.

"I am going to go upstairs." Kyra says. As Cheyenne goes outside, and Kyra goes upstairs, Reba and Brock sit back down.

"Do you regret our relationship, Reba?" Brock asks.

"Do you want the truth?" Reba asks looking deep into Brock's eyes.

"Of course I want the truth, Reba." Brock says.

"No. I do not have one regret of our marriage. I love you very much. Even if we did get married against our parents wishes, and at a young age; I still love you, and I always will." Reba says to Brock.

"Oh Reba, I love you; I don't regret our marriage either. You and our kids mean the world to me. I hope that you will always remember that." Brock says. Brock looks at Reba and slowly and softly kisses her soft, ample lips.

"Do you want to finish what we started earlier?" Brock asks Reba.

"Sure." Reba says. Brock takes Reba's hand in his and they head over to the stairs. As Reba and Brock are walking, Jake falls down the stairs.

"Jake! Jake! Are you okay?" Reba rushes to the side of her precious baby boy. Jake turns over in pain.

"Yeah, I'm alright. I found this outside Kyra's door. I heard her crying." Jake says wearily.

"What is it son?" Brock asks Jake. He picks it up off the floor, and then just trembles as he looks at it. Reba gives Brock this worried look.

"Brock, what is it?" Reba asks.

"It's a home pregnancy test." Brock says and then he drops it on the floor.

"Are you kidding?!" Reba hollers, "what's it say Brock?"

"It was positive." Brock says stuttering.

"I think I am going to go have a talk with Ms. Kyra. I can not believe she would do something so stupid!" Reba hollers out.

"Hey, Reba. Don't yell at me. Talk to your daughter." Brock says.

"I think I will." Reba says. Her face is just blood red, redder than her hair. She's just huffing and steam is blowing out her ears. Reba rushes up the stairs and beats on Kyra's door.

"Kyra Eleanor Hart! Open this door right now!" Reba yells standing holding the door knob. Kyra is sitting on her bed crying.

"Mom, just go away, and let me think this over before you go haywire on me." Kyra says. Reba opens the door and stands next to Kyra's bed.

"How could you do this, Kyra? We always thought Cheyenne would be the one who got pregnant in high school. How could you do something like this?" Reba asks. Brock enters with Jake behind Kyra.

"You're the good one, Kyra. I thought you would remember that." Brock says holding Jake's left shoulder because he hurt himself.

"Dad, I didn't mean to. I was at school, and one of the teachers..." Kyra says crying but she doesn't finish her sentence from crying too hard. Brock and Reba finally stop and realize what she just said.

"What teacher Kyra?" Reba asks rubbing the side of Kyra's head while she lays it on Reba's stomach.

"Come on honey, we're not mad; just tell us what happened." Brock says softly.

"My English teacher Mr. Myers. He..." Kyra is just SOBBING, "he told me that I wouldn't pass his class without taking a class participation after school, and when I showed up I was the only person there and he did a few various things to me."

"What? What'd he do, Kyra?" Brock asks. Kyra looks over at Jake.

"Does Jake have to be in here when I tell you if I tell you?" Kyra asks.

"Jake, would you please go downstairs, and see what's on TV while we talk to Kyra." Reba asks.

"AW," Jake says, "I wanted to hear about it." Brock rubs the top of his head.

"No, you don't son. Not yet." Brock says. Jake leaves and closes the door behind him. Reba and Brock sit next to Kyra on the bed.

"Now, if you can't tell us, you don't have to; but if you don't tell us then we can't do anything about it." Reba says to Kyra rubbing her arm.

"He told me I was a good student, and that I just needed to apply myself more, and then he took me into the bathroom and made me take my clothes off. I'm not stupid mom, I knew what he was wanting to do, and what he was asking me, but he told me not to tell you or that he would hurt Jake, and I couldn't let that happen." Kyra says and she just collapses onto the bed next to Reba.

"Don't worry Kyra, we will take care of this, and no harm will come to Jake." Brock says.

"That's right, I am going to talk to this Mr. Myers right now! He has no right to treat a student like this!" Reba says as she storms out.