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Whatcha doin'?

Just getting things ready for the newlyweds.

Aw, I can't believe my little girl's married.

Can you believe she's pregnant?

I'm gonna be the only aunt in seventh grade.

My grandmother made this when your father and I first got married.

She wished us a long and happy life together.

Well, we know it's not a magic pillow.

They're back!

Hey!

The Montgomerys are here!

- We missed you so much! - Oh, me too.

We had the best time in Galveston.

We swam and walked on the beach...

and bought matching puka shell wedding rings.

Nothin' says eternal love like the puka.

You know, I always dreamed of having a honeymoon in Hawaii,

but Van showed me that it doesn't matter where you are,

as long as you're in love.

Oh, Van, that's beautiful.

Yeah. You spend most of your time in bed anyway.

Oh!

Okay. Well, um...

I've been fixing up the room.

Actually, I was gonna talk to you about that.

Since my room is so small,

- and your room-- - No.

It's... it's so much bigger...

- No. - And with Dad being gone,

- I just thought-- - Let it go.

It doesn't matter where we sleep.

Anyplace is fine as long as I'm with...

- my wife. - My husband.

My lunch.

Notice anything different about the room?

Oh, Mom!

Meemaw's pillow!

Mom! Thank you.

You're the best.

Thanks for being so cool about all this.

Hey, I'm cool.

So I'll get outta here and let y'all get settled in.

Honeymoon's over. School's tomorrow.

We still got tonight. [chuckles]

Come on, Mom. You're not this cool.

[theme song playing]

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

All right. Here's what you do. Take your pancake.

Slap some ham on top.

Roll it up.

And you've got yourself a Vanwich.

Look, Mom. I made a Vanwich.

You like having him here, don't ya?

Yeah.

Well, I don't.

I had to listen to Cheyenne making a Vanwich last night.

I beg your pardon?

Shows what you know. We didn't even do anything last night.

We did it this morning.

Cheyenne, there are children present.

I'm present.

Ah, ah, ah!

Not at the breakfast table or anyplace else I can see it.

What's wrong with showing affection? Isn't that what married people do?

Depends on how long they've been married.

- Van. How do I look? - Mmm.

-Muy caliente. - [giggles]

That's Spanish for "good."

Van, honey, I have to look better than good.

I have to wear something that says

"Mrs. Van Montgomery."

How about "I'm With Stupid"?

Kyra, you two go brush your teeth. You're gonna miss the bus.

Hey, Van, where's your ring?

I can't play football with a ring on.

What about all day?

You don't have to play football till after school.

You want me to wear a puka shell ring to school?

You wore it in Galveston.

Yeah, I wore your bra in Galveston.

- Just for-- - Ah! Uh-uh.

Van, I thought you liked your ring.

I do. It's just, you know,

I don't usually wear rings to school.

But I will today, so everyone will know

I married the most beautiful girl at Westchester High School.

Oh!

[clears throat]

Am I the luckiest girl or what?

Check back with me when you've been in labor for 36 hours.

[knock at door]

- Hey. - Hey.

Kids get back from their trip okay?

You mean honeymoon.

Oh, that just sounds so dirty.

You should've been here for breakfast.

Say, have you seen my bowling ball?

B.J.'s church is having their "Bowling For Jesus" fund-raiser.

Don't start.

Check the box in the garage marked "Crap That Don't Belong Here No More."

Ah!

When you knocked up your hygienist, you lost the right to touch my muffins.

Brock, sweetie,

I hate to interrupt, but I really have to

[softly] wee wee.

- Go ahead. - Oh, you're a peach.

"Wee wee"?

Oh, what have you got against her?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes, this is Cheyenne's mother.

Sure.

No, you don't have to call him, I'll tell him.

Okay. Bye.

That was Cheyenne's school.

The principal wants to talk to both of us as soon as possible.

What about?

They wanna change the school colors! What do you think it's about?

All right. I'll drive.

Come on.

[B.J.] Whoo!

Who knew a baby the size of a peanut could play such heck with your bladder?

Brock?

Reba?

Well, hello.

Mrs. Hodge, I'm sorry I didn't inform you about Cheyenne in advance,

but things have been a little crazy.

Oh, you don't have to tell me. I saw the honeymoon Polaroids.

But there's no need to apologize.

You know, I'm one of Cheyenne's biggest supporters.

She's been a wonderful student, and that's why I want to help her now.

"The Holly House School for Pregnant Teens"?

It provides a judgment-free environment

for women like Cheyenne to continue their education.

Good Lord. Look at the size of those desks.

Is this really necessary?

Well, we have to think about what's best for Cheyenne.

For those who don't fit in, high school can be a very cruel place.

You should see the way they treat the fat kids.

[chuckles]

Mr. Brown brought that nude model to art class again.

Oh, dear.

This may take a minute.

Feel free to sit there for as long as you need.

I should've shut down that Fine Arts Department years ago.

What were we thinking, sending Cheyenne back to school

like nothing's happened?

I haven't had time to think, what with planning a wedding

and trying to figure out where to put everybody.

And going to the grocery store six times a day.

Yeah, it's been rough on both of us.

I don't know how you've managed.

Reba, do you really think Cheyenne could be happier

if she stays here?

Well, it's not gonna be easy,

but I don't believe in running away from a problem.

Well, this isn't you, Reba.

This is Cheyenne we're talking about.

She's 17.

Until now, her biggest worry's been how to hide a zit.

Yeah, that's true.

She sure can't hide this problem behind bangs.

The looks we were getting out there

are gonna be a hundred times worse for her.

The most important thing is for Cheyenne to graduate.

And if this is the best place for that,

well, then I guess we should at least discuss it with her.

You know, who knows?

- She might even like Holly House. - Yeah.

I mean, look at all those happy pregnant women.

Oh, my God! Barbra Jean!

I am not going to a special school, Mom! I'm not a freak!

Nobody said anything about freaks.

Man, those girls are huge!

Mom, this is my senior year, the best year ever.

Cheyenne, this is not gonna be the senior year you've dreamed about,

unless stretch marks and hemorrhoids were part of that dream.

Mom, ew!

Well, I just don't think you understand how hard this is gonna be.

Believe me, I understand.

Today, I watched Scarlet Stevens take my place

as co-captain of the drill team.

My high kicks are so much better than hers.

It's true. She can kick a juice box off the top of my head.

Cheyenne, Scarlet Stevens is only the beginning.

Your friends, your teachers,

they might say things, hurtful things.

I know. Before we even got back from our honeymoon,

Kelsey Parks told the whole school

the only reason Van married me was 'cause I was pregnant.

Jump in at any time.

I was chewing.

[sighs]

Cheyenne, you gotta admit, it was a reason.

Well, not the only reason. He also loves me. Right?

Right. I don't want Cheyenne going to that place either.

A husband and wife belong in the same high school.

Mom, please?

I can handle it.

I really want to graduate with my friends.

All right.

If that's your decision, I'll support you.

Thank you.

So how's the room working out?

Oh, it's good.

Van fell in between the bed a couple of times.

Once when we weren't even doin' anything.

Yeah.

I really gotta stop askin' questions.

I appreciate your concern.

We know it's gonna be tough, but Cheyenne is determined to stay.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear.

I wasn't simply... suggesting that Cheyenne go somewhere else.

Then what were you... suggesting?

I was hoping you could make this decision by yourself,

but I see that I'm going to have to make it for you.

You can't kick her out of school for being pregnant.

No, but I can suspend her for three weeks,

which should be enough to ruin her grade point average

and keep her from graduating.

Suspend her for what?

You need a reason?

How about toilet-papering the school?

The entire drill team admitted to that.

That's not the way I heard it.

You know, I'm beginning to believe

all those things I read about you on the bathroom wall.

Well, I'm not interested in what you or those...

liars think of me,

only in maintaining the reputation of my school,

which does not include pregnant girls parading through the hallways.

And what about the boys that got 'em that way?

Setting limits has always been the girl's responsibility.

You know the old saying. Boys will be boys.

Yeah, I'm familiar with it.

I've just never known anybody stupid enough to repeat it.

This discussion is over.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

[Susan] Perhaps we should get started without Brock.

He'll be here.

[knock at door]

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

There he is. Now you can start.

Maybe I should sit over there.

I don't want to get in the way. [chuckles]

Too late.

Hello. I'm Barbra Jean.

You brought her?

It's 106 degrees in the car.

Crack a window.

My, isn't this cozy?

Well, shall we start?

Well, they kicked me out of school.

Cheyenne, sweetheart,

I don't understand why you'd wanna go to a school that doesn't want you.

Maybe Coach is right, Cheyenne.

Easy for you to say, since you get to still play football

and graduate with your friends.

Oh, that's not Van's fault.

God built women to carry babies and men to carry footballs.

You are just precious.

You know, It's not fair. Why am I the only one that has to suffer?

I'm sorry, but what am I supposed to do?

Quit school and stay home with you?

No.

- Yes. - What?

That's exactly what you're gonna do.

As long as Cheyenne's suspended, you stay home.

No school and no football.

- No football? - That's ridiculous!

Pulling Van out of school isn't gonna make things fair for Cheyenne.

Wanna bet?

Reba, the whole school is counting on him.

There's no way the Wildcats can go all the way to state without Van.

Exactly.

Nice.

What?

Oh, she said, "Nice."

If the game's as important as you say it is,

it's only a matter of time

before Mrs. Hodge invites Van and Cheyenne to return to school.

Go, Mom.

- Are you sure about this? - I'm sure.

What's more embarrassing to a Texas high school?

A pregnant teen or a losing season?

Ooh! I know.

The Booster Club has made over a hundred phone calls to Mrs. Hodge,

and she has shown no signs of backing down.

Now, the game starts in ten minutes.

I should be busting through the big paper "W" right now.

I love runnin' through the big paper "W."

She's gonna call. She's just makin' us sweat.

I know this is the right thing. Just have a little faith.

- [doorbell rings] - Oh, thank God.

No, no, no. Let me.

I've been looking forward to this.

[growls]

Down, kitty.

No call yet?

Y'all, pre-game warm-ups are over. They're about to kick off.

Oh, now you hear that? It's kickoff.

All right. The assistant coach and the star player are leavin'.

- Let's go. - Hold it.

[Brock] Reba, it's over.

Look, I don't think what's happening to Cheyenne is fair either,

but there are gonna be college scouts at this game.

This is his future we're talkin' about,

and his future affects our daughter's future.

Now, come on. We can still make kickoff.

You should go. I'll be fine.

No. I'm staying.

Aw, gee!

You know, I'm sorry, Coach,

but these puka shells aren't just fancy jewelry.

I'm married now.

And I don't wanna play for a school that doesn't want my wife.

Oh, sweetie.

So we're not goin' to the game?

Nope.

Maybe we should pray.

Or just me.

Don't look so down.

We should be proud for standing up for what's right ahead of football.

That's something to cheer about too.

[doorbell rings]

Thank you, Jesus!

- Hello. I'm Mrs. Hodge. - I know who you are. Come in.

Come in. She's right over here.

Shouldn't you be at the game?

I was booed at pre-game warm-ups.

I've never been booed before.

That's surprising.

We've been fielding offers all night long.

Turns out, there are plenty of schools who would love an All-State cornerback.

And they think a pregnant girl

who can throw a baton would be a real crowd-pleaser.

Might I have a word with Van and Cheyenne?

I'm told that we can't win the game tonight without you.

Well, I don't like to brag--

Brag.

We'll be slaughtered.

You're 17.

It's your decision whether you go to school or not.

Now, is this your choice?

I wanna go to the same school as my wife.

And if that means Holly House School for Girls,

then I'm there.

I see.

Cheyenne, it's come to my attention

that your suspension may have been...

unfounded.

You're hereby reinstated in school.

Here we go! Yeah!

[laughing]

Honey, Mrs. Hodge just said you could return to school.

Now it's your turn.

Cheyenne, this is where you say,

"Yes, Mrs. Hodge, I would love to come back to school."

No.

I don't wanna go to Westchester High anymore.

Nobody move.

Cheyenne, what's wrong?

Why would I wanna go to a school

when the only reason they want me is 'cause I'm married to Mr. Football?

If Ernie Glickman from the chess team had gotten me pregnant,

I'd so be at Holly House.

I know it's not the best option,

but an hour ago, you didn't even have an option.

Mom, I'm a role model. The freshmen girls look up to me.

Since when do high kicks make you a role model?

Kyra.

I'm sorry, but in my book

this is the coolest thing you've ever done.

You think it's cool that I got pregnant?

No, that's the dumbest thing you've ever done.

Kyra.

No, Mom. It's okay.

I mean standing up for yourself.

You make good grades, you go to all the school functions,

you rah-rah for all the sports teams.

Don't let them hide you away like you're some pregnant freak show.

Hi. Anything I can help with?

There's a Frisbee on the roof.

Cheyenne, your sister's right.

Everybody makes mistakes.

But it's how you handle them that makes you a role model.

Oh, sure.

Hey, kids, don't be like me.

Come on, if you wanna go back to that school,

you go in there with your head held high.

And anyone who's uncomfortable is just gonna have to get over it.

Mom, you can't even get over it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, Face it.

You're just as uncomfortable with us as Mrs. Hodge.

That's not true.

I'm not allowed to kiss my husband in my own house.

Since Van and I got married,

whenever we're within three feet of each other, you wig.

I do not wig!

All right. I wig.

But raising married teenagers wasn't exactly in my plan.

Well, we are married teenagers.

I know. I know.

Just give me some more time. This is hard.

You're gonna be a mom soon. You'll see.

It's not that easy on this side.

You're not that bad at it.

- Well, thanks. - [chuckles]

You two can help.

No more wearin' bride and groom T-shirts to school,

and no more braggin' about sex at the breakfast table.

Why would I brag?

We've only done it like four times this week.

And no more sayin' stuff like that.

Is everything going okay?

I think so. But it's your call.

Oh, let's go.

Mrs. Hodge?

I'd like to come back to school.

All right!

Hey.

Sticking up for me was very studly, Mr. Montgomery.

You like that, huh?

Uh-huh. [giggles]

Oh, go ahead.

Hey, y'all, the game clock is ticking.

[Van] Let's go!

Shall we kick some Willowbrook butt?

Praise the Lord!

Oh!

Who is she?

My husband's pregnant hygienist/girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Come on.

What?

What you said about me.

I feel like family.

Can I get a hug?

When I get my Frisbee.

[closing theme music playing]