A/N: based in season 1 and BJ and Brock are NOT married yet, this is my VERY first REBA FF, so be gentle but honest. Reviews would be great…
"HEL-LO!" Barbra-Jean's voice boomed from the back door of the HART house.
Reba rolled her eyes, standing at the bench baking cookies, and mentally preparing herself for a soon-to-have conversation.
Barbra-Jean stepped into the house, poking her head forward and grinning at Reba, in that way that made her want to run from the room.
"Can I come in?"
"No," Reba answered.
Barbra-jean laughed and entered the house.
"Reba, I want to talk to you," she said fidgeting with her hands.
"I don't wanna talk to you!" she stated.
Barbra-Jean recoiled for only a moment, before she ignored her and spoke anyway. "Brock told me about singing at the wedding and how you don't want to sing in front of all those people… I understand how nervous one gets on stage. I myself, performed in the high school play THE 3 LITTLE BEARS… I played goldilocks," she beamed looking proud of that fact.
"So the three little bears didn't eat ya then," Reba said with sarcasm.
Barbra-Jean blinked. "So will you change your mind and sing at our wedding!" she begged.
"I'm the ex-wife!"
"It doesn't mean we don't love you, Reba. You're still part of our family."
Reba scratched her head. "How do I get out of that?"
"You can't get out of being in the family, Reba. That's just silly," Barbra-Jean laughed. "So you'll sing at our wedding?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Please Reba, it would mean the world to me, your BEST FRIEND," she pleaded.
Reba winced at the word. "NO!"
Barbra-Jean pulled out her bottom lip and Reba watched as it quivered, and an odd screeching sound came out. She was crying.
Reba flinched.
"Don't do that!"
"Pl-ease… Re… ba… si… ng… at… our… we…"
Reba put a hand out to stop the noise. "Okay," she caved. "I'll do it. Stop that screeching."
"OH YAY!" she cried happily throwing her arms around Reba's shoulders. She tensed. Her hands dropped to her side, praying that the darn woman remove her hands.
"Barbra-Jean," Reba choked.
Barbra-Jean kept hugging.
"Barbra-Jean I can't breathe," she gasped.
She let go. "I'm gonna tell Brock the good news."
Reba rolled her eyes as Barbra-Jean made her exit, with an added skip in her step. What had she gotten herself into?
She sunk into the kitchen chair with her chin in her hands.
… …. …. …. …. …. ….
She knew it was a mistake the moment she walked into church. She didn't want to be there. It was insanity to expect the ex-wife to attend the wedding of the "other woman". She felt eyes on her, more than one set. Pity. They pitied her.
"Mom are you okay?" Cheyenne asked.
Reba nodded. "Yeah, course I am."
"Are you sure, you look pale."
"You don't have to be here mom," Kyra added.
"Yes she does," Jake said. "Who else is gonna sing."
"It's okay Jake," Reba consoled him. "I ain't goin' anywhere."
Jake poked his tongue out at Kyra.
"It's my pleasure to announce," Barbra-Jean announced drawing the crowd of people forward. "That my very own BEST FRIEND," Reba rolled her eyes at the mere mention of that word, and waited for her introduction. "REBA HART!" the name was said so proudly then, that it was hard for Reba to hate her as much as she wanted to. "Go ahead Reba… stand up and sing for us."
Reba rose from her chair and looked around the church. Eyes watched her. the adrenaline ran through her body.
"I thought I was singing AFTER the wedding," she said.
"No, it's better this way," Barbra-Jean insisted.
Reba pulled a face.
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