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A/N: Enjoy!

The air was so still in the brilliant summer that you could hear the birds and every sound for miles, as Reba sat peacefully looking out her window. Over the past year so much had happened; it all seemed like a blur. After years of working on their marriage, Brock and Barbra Jean finally called it quits. And after many dates with a man named John Lexington, she became really attracted to him and agreed to take his hand in marriage. Nothing fancy, just a small ceremony and small reception in a ocean view restaurant. One hundred guests, wonderful music that seemed to go on all day, and all six bridesmaids who looked adorable in their delicate peach-colored organic dresses. John paid for everything.

Did she mention this man John Lexington was filthy rich?

John Lexington, a rich lawyer, graduated from Princeton. His face printed on over twenty billboards. And owned over five law practices placed around the United States. One in New York, Los Angeles, Tennessee, Florida, and in Houston, Texas, where he had met Reba. They both fell in love instantly. He was a bright, lively man, always playing pranks on his friends, and intent on seeing to it that everyone had a good time, wherever they went particularly Reba. John was seldom serious about anything and always joking. Reba was touched by how attentive he was, and amused to find him always in such good spirits. He was fun to be with, easy to talk to, and his laughter and high spirits seemed to be contagious.

Everyone liked him. Except Brock of course. Although it had been hard to finally give Reba away, after many years of loving her, he couldn't bear to see her in the arms of another man. He began to think this man's gentility was all a façade. One that would over time demolish.

But since when did anyone listen to Brock?

The wedding was scheduled for June of last year. Four weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii, is one of the places they chose for their Honey Moon. Four weeks later, they returned to a small apartment that John had bought for them. When they returned, it was then that she noticed he did a good deal of drinking, to a point where sober was out of the question.

By then she hardly saw John.

Reba was worried about his drinking. He'd come home drunk, late every evening. She started to have suspicions. Did he go to work? Was he actually spending all this time in his office? The one thing she didn't doubt was John's affection for her, or what a kind man he was. He was always so compassionate to her, and had an answer for everything.

That's probably why he made such a fine lawyer.

Months passed and the drinking continued. It was by January of the new year, Reba began to look pale.

No one said anything, except for Brock. He wanted to know what was going on with her. So, he invited her over his house for a cup of coffee, while every one was out.

"I'm fine." She tried her best give him a reassuring smile before Brock could ask her anything. She tried to seem amused that her ex-husband was concerned. When the coffee was served, Reba turned paler and didn't attempt to drink it.

"Darlin', what's wrong? Please tell me, everyone's worried about you." He'd been worried about her since the day she came back from her honeymoon. She seemed unusually quiet lately. Even during the speech John had given about her on Christmas dinner; which was one speech that someone wouldn't fail to remember.

"Really, I'm fine." Reba insisted, and then finally began to cry. She found herself sobbing in her ex-husband's arms and admitting that she wasn't fine at all. She was miserable. She told him about how John was never home, or how he'd come home late drunk. Reba talked about how she'd try to get him to spend time with her, but he'd brush her off till later. She told him that John's drinking became worse than ever and he'd have his drink every day long before noon and even as soon as he'd wake up. Then to make matters worse, she had learned she was pregnant.

"That's great!" Brock shouted and made an attempt to make himself sound excited.

Reba smiled through tears at his attempt of sounding happy for her. She was unable to explain how unhappy her new life really was. He tried to convince her that everything was going to work out happily, especially after they had the baby.

"Remember, when you told me you were pregnant with Cheyenne? I was so excited, I carried you every where, afraid that you were going to get hurt or too tired." Brock chuckled, reminding her of times so long ago.

Times where she was happy.

Reba smiled once again before giving him a hug. She whispered a 'thanks' in his ear. She was in a way happier now. That was until she returned to her lonely, empty apartment. John wasn't there, as usual, and this time he didn't even come home that night at all.

The next day he was contrite when he came home at noon, explaining that after work he went out with a couple of friends and played cards till 4 a.m. and then stayed where he was because he didn't want to come home and wake her.

Reba couldn't help but think that these 'friends' were 'lady friends'.

"Is that all you do?" For the first time, she turned on him angrily which startled him. He noticed the vehemence of her tone. She had always let things slide after he'd explain them, but this time she was clearly very angry.

"What do you mean?" he looked shocked at her question, his innocent brown eyes opened wide.

"What I mean is, what exactly do you do when you stay out until one or two o'clock in the morning? Sometimes you don't even come home." There was real anger in her voice with a tint of pain and disappointment.

He smiled convinced he would always be able to delude her. "Well sometimes I have a little too much to drink. That's all. It seems easier for me to stay wherever I am when that happens, than to come home and bother you while you're asleep. I don't want to upset you, Reba."

"Too late for that isn't it. You're hardly ever home. You're always out with your friends, and you come home drunk every night. That's not how married people behave." She was steaming.

"It isn't? Are you referring me to your ex-husband, or normal people? Should I cheat on you or have an affair with my secretary? Is that a real marriage? I'm sorry to crush your dreams, honey, I'm not Brock."

"I never asked you to be. But who are you? Who am I married to? I never see you. I only see you at parties or family events, and even then you're off with your friends, playing cards, telling some stories and drinking. Or sometimes you're out , you don't even show and only God knows where you are then." she said sadly.

"Would you rather I stay home with you?"

"Yes. I would rather you stay home with me. Is that such a shocking thing to hear, that a wife wants to be with her husband?"

They looked each other straight in the eyes. But she should have the noticed, the moment he walked into the house. He'd been drinking. It was only noon, and he was clearly drunk, she looked at him disgustingly.

"Maybe we should discuss this some other time." she said.

"Yeah, maybe we should."

He had gone out again after their argument but he returned early that night and the next morning made an effort to get up at a decent time. It was then he realized how sick she was. She usually enjoyed getting up and making breakfast, but she'd been unable to face the stove for the past month. John hadn't been home long enough to even notice.

"Is something wrong? Are you sick? Do you need to go see a doctor?" He looked concerned as he glanced between her and his newspaper. He heard her throw up horribly after they got up.

"I've been to the doctor." she said quietly looking him in the eyes.

"Oh? What did he say? Influenza? You ought to be careful, my friends mom almost died of it last week."

Reba smiled quietly to herself. "I don't think I'll die of this."

He went back to his paper. There was a long silence, and then he turned to her and told her about something in the newspaper. Sometimes she wasn't sure if she loved or hated him. Maybe Brock was right. Maybe things would change after the baby.

"I'm having a baby." she almost whispered to him, and for a moment he seemed not to hear her.

He did hear her.

He turned to her as he stood up and looked as though he hoped she were joking. "Are you serious?" She nodded, unable to say anything for to him. Tears filled her eyes. In a way, it was relieving to finally tell him. She had known since before Christmas, but hadn't ever mustered up the courage to tell him about it.

"Yes, I'm serious." Her eyes demonstrated how serious she was as he watched her.

"Don't you think it's a little too soon? I thought we were being careful." He looked annoyed and not pleased. She felt a sob catch in her throat as she hoped tears would not fall now.

"Yeah, well I thought so too." She raising her tear-filled eyes.

He walked over to her and gently stroked her hair. "Hey, don't cry. The timings not that right, but I guess that's not something you always get to call, is it?"

She shook her head, and he left the room. He didn't mention it again, until he went out. John was meeting friends for lunch and he wasn't saying when he'd be back. He never did.

She cried herself to sleep that night.

He didn't come home till' eight o'clock the next morning. When he did, he was desperately drunk from the night before. So drunk, he hadn't even made it past the couch in the living room.

Reba heard him come in. But he was unconscious by the time she found him.

A/N: Okay so I decided to do this story. This idea's been in my mind, for a while now. I think I might continue this, if you all like it. Lol. Anyways, please leave your review and let me know what you think J.