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And there's a pass over to Jake Hart, the rookie out of Houston, Texas.

- He kicks the ball over to the sidelines! - Oh, my God. Is that me?

I'm huge! I don't really look like that, do I?

No. No.

Hart has the ball. He dribbles it past the kid

who can't possibly be seven. [chuckles]

He shoots! He scores! [cheering]

- Way to go, buddy! - Oh, Jake, I'm so proud of you.

- Your first goal! - It was nothing.

- Aw. - [laughs]

Okay, Jake. Come on, let's go.

We don't want to be late for your game.

Gee, Reba, you could have at least washed his uniform.

I did. And then he played a game in it.

Oh, you're kiddin'! He had the early game this week?

- And he scored his first goal. - Well, for his own team.

- Hey, Jake. Way to go! - Where were you?

Oh, I'm sorry, pal, but...

I just couldn't think straight. I was up all night with the baby.

It's okay.

Hey, but the good part of it is,

we got it all on tape, and you can watch it with your dad any time.

- It'll be just like he was there. - Oh, but when you watch it,

fast-forward past me.

If only we could do that in real life.

Hey, Jakey, I think I got a way to make this up to ya.

You remember how we were talkin' last year about gettin' a treehouse?

Well, I'm gonna build that treehouse for you, buddy.

All right! Hoo-hoo!

For you, Jake.

- Thanks, Dad. - Hey, you bet.

All right, everybody get cleaned up.

I'm takin' everyone to Fat Tony's for pizza!

Whoo-hoo! Come on.

[grunting]

[Reba chuckling]

A treehouse?

Look, I know you feel bad about missin' the game,

but for once, you have a good excuse.

You have a three-week-old baby at home.

Dear God, it's only been three weeks?

Oh, I had no idea it was this exhausting taking care of a newborn.

I guess the three you already have wouldn't have prepared you for that.

Look, Brock, you've got to stop makin' promises you can't keep.

Jake's just gonna end up disappointed.

Oh, Reba! I've heard this speech a hundred times.

And why do you think that is?

Look, I missed a big moment in Jake's life.

- I want to make it up to him. - Then start small.

Make a promise you can keep.

Take him out for a pizza.

I want to do somethin' big.

Order a large.

[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 ♪

[laughing]

- Van, it's not funny. - Aw, come on. It's a little funny.

[laughing] The whole school thought it was funny.

What's not funny?

I wore two different shoes to school today, because I can't see my feet.

[laughing]

Okay, that's not funny.

Not as funny as watchin' her get out of a chair.

I'm done. I am so tired of being pregnant.

I want this baby out of me right now.

Oh, honey, these things happen in the ninth month.

I remember when I was pregnant with Kyra--

Oh, Mom, please. I cannot hear another one of your

"back when I was pregnant" stories.

Well, hello, hormones.

My body cannot possibly stretch anymore.

My ankles are fat. My back hurts-- Van!

Will you please stop breathing down my neck?

I'm over here.

[weeping] I'm so sick of being pregnant.

If it makes you feel any better, we're all sick of you being pregnant.

I'd do anything to get this thing over with.

That's nice. Th-That's nice.

No, no, babes, I... So you feel more comfortable!

And-and-and not so i-in pain and not so mean.

Special Delivery for Jake Hart.

- Brock, what are you doin'? - Fulfilling a promise.

This is Jake's new treehouse. Everything is in the box.

Where's the guy that's gonna put it together?

- [door closes] - Ha-ha-ha. I'm gonna do it.

When?

Well, I'm not so sure about that part yet.

Brock, havin' a treehouse in a box that'll never get built

is gonna torture Jake.

Let's get it out of here before he sees it. Come on.

Hey. What's that?

And the torture begins.

- Here's your sandwich, Jake. - I'm gonna eat it in the treehouse.

All right. But watch out for squirrels.

When's Dad gonna build it?

Well, honey, that's hard to say.

Your dad's been pretty busy, you know.

I'm gonna eat this at Bobby's.

His treehouse is outside.

But our fridge is a lot closer.

[phone dial beeping]

[line ringing]

- [baby crying] - Wh-hoa.

Hello?

There's a little boy over here waitin' for his treehouse.

Reba?

How many families do you have?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- But B.J.'s still on maternity leave... - [crying]

...and what with me doin' double duty at the office all day,

and then helpin' with Henry at night, I just don't have the time.

And yet you found the time to go out and buy this large box

and put it in my kitchen.

[woman screams]

Boy, that kid's got a set of lungs.

Actually, that one was B.J.

[Southern accent] All right. Let's build us a treehouse.

- Wanna chew? - No, thanks.

Aw, don't be such a wuss. It's just bubble gum.

You know, Mrs. H, it's pretty cool you're buildin' this for Jake.

I just hope someday I'm as good a dad as you.

Well, remember me at Father's Day. I could use a shoehorn.

Mom, I need to borrow Van for a second.

- Say no. - Come here.

Van, I need you to have sex with me right now.

Cheyenne, I am not a faucet. You can't just turn me on and off.

Van, I just read in the pregnancy book

that having sex is the best way to induce labor.

Okay, that's not a turn-on.

Okay, Van. I'm ready to go.

Cheyenne, your mother needs me.

Fine. But when you're done, we're doin' it.

All right. I've got boards "A" and "B." You read the instructions.

Okay.

[speaking Spanish]

- [in English] Van, that's Spanish. - I know.

This is gonna take forever.

Forget the instructions. We don't need 'em.

We can build this thang. We've got the tool belts,

- and we've got this thang. - [whirs]

- [shouts] - Ooh.

[chortles]

Step aside, son.

[gasps]

Okay. [chuckles]

That's only fun when you're expectin' it, okay?

All right, just hold the board. All right?

[whining]

Aha! And that thar is how it's done.

Courtesy of Mr. Black and Mr. Decker.

[puffs]

[sighs]

Uh, Mrs. H.

Oh, we can sand that down.

- Well, what do you think? - [sighs]

- It's perfect. - Yeah.

Hey, hey! You built the treehouse.

Little lopsided, isn't it?

Lean your head this way.

Oh, hey. Nice job.

Dad! You built my treehouse!

[chuckles]

Actually, your mother built it. And... it's practically level.

- Uh, I helped. - Mm-hmm.

- It's really cool inside. - Wow. Can I eat in it?

Sure you can.

Can I sleep in it?

Absolutely. Camp out tonight.

Dad! Will you camp out in it with me?

- Sure he will. - Uh, y-yeah. I'd love to.

- Yay! - [laughs]

Aw, great. I do all the work, and he gets to have all the fun?

Now who's makin' promises I can't keep?

Oh, you saw how excited he was.

I kinda got swept up in the moment.

I can see why you make all those promises. It's intoxicating.

Reba, I'd love to stay over,

but I don't know about leavin' B.J. with the baby all night by herself.

Oh, come on. It's one night. I have faith in B.J.

Please don't make me say that again.

And if she runs into trouble, she can call me.

[scoffs] Boy, you are swept up in the moment.

Well, all right. I'll do it.

But listen. After this, neither of us makes any more promises.

I promise.

Hey, my track record's clean.

[mutters, laughs]

I was just thinkin'. You know, I could stay in there with you, if I had to.

Because I built the treehouse, right? I know all the ins and outs.

[baby-talk] Do you wanna sleep in the treehouse, Van?

No. I'm just sayin' that I'm available.

Hey, hey, hey. Who's ready for a campout?

- Me! I'll be in the treehouse, Dad. - [chuckles]

Okay. Okay.

I guess I'll just be sleepin' with my wife then. Okay.

Say, do you realize this is the first time

I've slept over here since the night we decided to separate?

As I recall, you slept out in the yard that night too.

Yeah. You think you could keep the sprinklers off this time?

[laughing]

- Maybe. - Yeah.

Hey, listen, Reba. Thanks for puttin' together the treehouse.

I'm really lookin' forward to some one-on-one time with Jake.

I know it's gonna mean a lot to him.

[doorbell rings]

[baby crying]

I can't do it by myself. I need help.

I said you could call.

- [baby crying] - [B.J.] Reba, I don't know what to do.

He's been cryin' ever since Brock left.

I tried everything, but he just won't shut up!

[gasps]

I'm sorry, sweetie. Mommy loves you.

Barbra Jean, you've got to calm down.

I need Brock. Where's Brock?

Okay, hold on. There's no need to bother the boys.

I'm sure the two of us can handle a three-week-old baby.

Oh, dear God. It's only been three weeks.

[fussing]

Reba, I sing to him, I rock him, I bounce him on my knee,

but he never sleeps.

Have you tried the dryer?

Reba, that's awful.

Barbara Jean, you place the carrier on top of the dryer.

Nothin' works, Reba. Nothin' works.

Oh, what is wrong with me?

I can't even get my own baby to stop cryin'.

- Well, maybe if you'd stop cryin'. - I can't.

Maybe I should go sit on the dryer.

Would you hold him, Reba?

Barbara Jean, you do remember that you conceived that child

while Brock and I were still married.

I don't mind.

I'm gonna go get Brock.

[shushing] Oh, come on. Henry.

Jake, what are you doin' in here?

Getting juice. Dad said I could pee outside,

but I didn't have to go yet.

You're havin' a good time with your dad, aren't ya?

Yeah.

Well, all right. Don't stay up too late, okay?

And aim away from the house.

[baby crying]

I can't believe I'm gonna say this.

- Let me hold your baby. - [sighs]

[cries louder]

Oh, man.

Binky.

- [calming down] - Nappy.

Blanky.

- [cooing] - See, you just gotta stay calm.

[sing-song] And talk to him in a soothing voice.

Yeah. Yes, you do.

Just "cwose" your "widdle" eyes. Now.

And you go to "seep." Yeah.

He's asleep.

- [snoring] - And so are you.

Mom, what are you doing with Henry?

What did you do to B.J.?

Well, she's asleep, and I'm helpin' with the baby,

and Brock's out in the treehouse with Jake.

Hmm. That's right. Rub it in.

Where have you two been?

We walked for five miles tryin' to induce labor.

And we got nothing.

Oh, but we had another option.

What are y'all in such a hurry for?

That baby's gonna come out when she's ready.

Yeah, but we're ready now. [sighs]

[chuckles] He is so cute.

Yeah.

Mom, can I hold him?

Oh, sure.

- Support his head. - Okay. [chuckles]

There you go. [laughing]

Oh, my God. He's so tiny.

[fussing]

- Uh-oh. - Relax.

- Uh-oh. - Relax, they can smell fear.

Cheyenne, what are you doin' to him?

I'm not doing anything to him.

- [crying] - Oh. He must be hungry.

I'll go warm up his bottle.

Oh. Oh, no. Mom. Mom.

Mom, don't leave me. Please. Mom...

Cheyenne, what's wrong? You've held babies before.

Yes. But I always pass 'em back when they start to cry.

- Here. - What are you doing?

Well, it's... it's your turn. You need the practice.

- Yeah, you hardly practiced at all. - [crying continues]

And like, I don't know anything about babies.

Van? Here.

- I-- - Support the head.

Okay. Yeah.

[breathlessly] Okay.

- Okay. I can do this. - [softly] Okay.

Oh, yes. Yeah, he's like a little football.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Oh, his little arms and hands and legs...

- [crying] - And a head.

- He's nothing like a football. - [loud whisper] I know.

[both] Mom.

Well, look at that.

Walkin' and supportin' the head, all at the same time.

Mom, I don't know what we were thinking.

We are not ready for this.

Cheyenne, it's a little late to change your mind.

Look, I know how you feel. I remember the day you were born.

Oh, wait. You don't like those stories.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Please. Tell us. We're that desperate.

Well, when the nurse first handed you to me, I was petrified.

I thought, how am I supposed to keep this little, tiny thing alive?

And then I looked into your eyes, and my maternal instincts just kicked in.

And I knew somehow... we'd figure it out.

You think I have maternal instincts?

Yeah.

And I'm just gonna know what to do?

No.

But you'll love her so much that you'll learn.

- [Van] Uh-oh. - What?

What's that smell?

Here. Take him.

And that's your paternal instincts kickin' in.

You don't have a dirty didy. No.

Somebody's been tellin' stories on you.

- Yes, they have. - [door opens]

I'm havin' a dog of a time gettin' to sleep out there.

I keep thinkin' I hear a baby.

- Is that Henry? - Yes.

- Well, where's B.J.? - [snoring]

You killed her, didn't you?

No, I been too busy.

Reba, this isn't right.

You can't keep coverin' for me.

It's not your job to build treehouses or take care of my baby.

I know.

Well, I better get B.J. and little Henry home.

- You're leaving? - Oh, Jake. Wait. I--

Here. [sighs]

Oh, man.

I'll go talk to Jake. I got ya into this.

No, no, no. I'll go talk to him.

I'm the one that caused all of this mess.

Well, it looks like it's just me and you again.

Let's go make fun of your mama.

Jake?

We need to talk. Look... [sighs]

I don't want you to be mad at the baby. It's not his fault.

I'm not mad at him.

I'm mad at you.

Well, okay. That's... That's good.

But you know, in a way, it sorta is the baby's fault.

No, no, it's not. It's all my fault.

Oh, Jake...

I'm so sorry about what happened tonight.

It's just that... Well...

When there's a new baby in the family, things change.

You know, there... there are times that I have to spend with him,

and there are times that I get to spend with you,

and there are times that we get to spend together.

Now, I haven't figured out quite how that's all gonna work yet.

- But I will. - But I miss you.

Yeah. I miss you too.

How's everything goin'?

You know, I think we're doin' okay.

Barbara Jean and Henry are ready to go.

Well, I'll see ya, partner.

[Southern accent] Hey there, camper.

Mom, will you sleep in the treehouse with me?

I only build 'em. I don't sleep in 'em.

But I know someone who's been feelin' a little left out.

[Van] Ooh. And I nailed that there, and I tightened that hex nut.

I bolted that crossbeam right there.

Ooh! And that's my blood there.

- And, uh-- - [Jake] Can we go to sleep now?

[closing theme music playing]