Reba was pacing up and down the floor in front of the couch in her living room. Reba was biting her fingernails. She couldn't believe it. Reba puts the phone back on the charger when she walks past it. Her heart is racing. She can not believe what is going on.

"This can't be happening. This can't be happening to me." Reba says to herself. Just then Brock enters the front door and looks at her.

"Reba, what's wrong?" Brock asks her.

"I am really glad you came alone. Sit down, we have to talk." Reba says. She sits down on the couch, and then he sits next to her.

"I have never seen you this jumpy. What's going on?" Brock asks.

"Do you love me?" Reba asks nervously.

"Excuse me? What'd you say?" He asks her.

"You heard me… Do you love me?" Reba says again.

"As a friend I do. As the mother of my children," Brock says staring at her, "why?" Reba sighs. She can't look at Brock, but you can tell that she's breathing heavily and is scared.

"Do you remember the night that Barbara Jean kicked you out, and you stayed with me?" Reba asks him looking at her hands.

"Yes? What about it?" Brock says.

"You remember how we were together." Reba continues.

"Yes." Brock says getting annoyed.

"Well…" Reba starts to say.

"What do you mean 'well?'" Brock asks.

"Well… I'm pregnant." Reba says finally spitting it out. Brock jumped off the couch.

"You what? You can't be… I got a vasectomy." Brock protests.

"Barbara Jean made you get it reversed remember?" Reba says.

"Oh boy." Brock sits back down on the couch. "I guess you want me to be with you to raise the child like I was for the other kids?" He asks. Just then, the door opens and Brock and Reba jump up. Cheyenne enters the door.

"Hi mom! Dad! How are you?" Cheyenne asks.

"Good! Really, really good!" Brock says wringing his hands. Cheyenne is suspicious.

"I am going to get Elizabeth and we are going to meet Van for ice cream." Cheyenne says.

"Okay." Reba says. Cheyenne goes up the stairs and Brock walks over to the door.

"Are you going to be okay?" Reba asks Brock holding the door open.

"No! How could you do this to me?" Brock hollers.

"Do this to you! Excuse me!" Reba screams, "Get out of my house right now until you can get your head straight!" Reba slams the door on Brock.