Reba heard the pettier patter of four feet hitting the stairs and then the floor. The giggles and cries the came from her twin girls were a blessing.
It was a year after getting remarried to Jack Morgan that her life would change. She would become more grateful for second she spent with her children.
(Four Years Earlier...)
Reba was pacing back and forth in her bathroom. Her shag rug get worn down with every step she took. Reba could hear Jack pacing in front of their bed. Three minutes, two hundred steps between them, passed before Reba open the bathroom door and walked out with a giant smile on her face. Jack turned around to see her nod her head at him. He ran to her, picked her up, and span her around. Reba kicked up her legs and let him spin her around.
"This is amazing," Jack said setting Reba back on her feet.
Reba smiled "I know," She said sitting down on her bed before Jack sat down next to her.
"Hey there little guy," Jack said placing his right hand on Reba's stomach.
Reba giggled as the front door sung open downstairs. "Reba!" She heard Brock as he walked through the open door. Reba got up and pulled her blue rope over her green satin nightgown before running down the stairs.
"What do you want?" Reba questioned as she cascaded down the stairs.
"Barbra Jean gone mad!" Brock said sitting down on the couch.
Reba rolled her eyes as sat down next to him. "How has Barbra Jean gone mad?" She questioned with a sigh.
"You remember Jordan?"
"Yeah,"
"well I hired a private detective to spy on him,"
"Oh! I thought Barbra Jean said that he was gay,"
"Well that why I came over here. HE'S NOT GAY!!!"
"WHAT," Reba paused "Wait! I don't care!" She said as she headed to the stairs.
"Reba! Please!"
"I have my own problems, Brock! Take it up with your wife!" She said before walking back upstairs.
"YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!" Brock called up the stairs.
"I KNOW!" Reba yelled from the top of the stairs.
"UGH!" Brock replied before walking through the door.
Reba laughed.
"REBA!" Another voice called from the kitchen.
Reba turned around and headed down the stairs. "What Barbra Jean?"
"I'M PREGNANT!" Barbra Jean announced as Reba walked into the kitchen.
"Really?" Reba asked staring her best friend in shock.
"Yeah!" Barbra Jean said hugging Reba.
"That's amazing," Reba mustered with the small breath that she could take in.
Barbra Jean let go of Reba as Jack walked into the kitchen. "What's going on in here?" He said as he graped a bottle of water out of the fridge.
"Nothing," Reba said as she sat down at the island.
"Sure," Jack rebelled standing in front of her. "Hey Barbra Jean."
"Hey," Barbra Jean replied as she sat down at the table. Over the years that Reba had dated Jack Barbra Jean had gotten use to Jack being around.
Jack looked over at his wife. "Have you told her?" He asked as he stood across from Reba.
"Nope," Reba said before glancing over at her best friend.
Barbra Jean looked at the couple. "Tell me what?"
Reba turned around in her chair. "I'M PREGNANT!" She screamed.
"NO WAY!" Barbra Jean screamed back.
"Yes way!" Reba called back.
Barbra Jean sighed. "Can I tell you two something that you cannot repeat?" She asked with a worried face.
The couple looked at each other then at the Barbra Jean. "Sure," they said.
Barbra Jean took a deep breath. "My baby isn't Brocks," She said scared.
The Morgans looked at her in shock. "WHAT!"