Reba sat propped up against her bed board in her completely dark room. She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Tears streamed down her face as she recalled the night's earlier events.

'How could he do this? We were supposed to grow old together.' She kept repeating this over and over in her mind. 'We never can talk without fighting anymore. No matter what we talked about, we always had to argue. We aren't happy anymore.'

--Flashback--

"What?" Brock asked looking up from the newspaper.

"Oh nothing." she mumbled picking up a part of the paper.

"Can you please not get that all creased? I haven't read that section yet." Brock said glancing at her.

She scoffed and crumpled the newspaper up and threw it at Brock. "I'm sorry. Here you read it first." She turned and started to fix a cup of coffee.

"Can we go one morning without an argument?" Brock asked moving the crumpled piece of paper.

Reba spun around to face him. "I don't know Brock. Could we go one morning where you remember to put the toaster under the counter?"

"I forgot." Brock stated in an attempt to defend himself.

"You didn't forget! You did it deliberately because you know it bothers me." Reba said getting angry.

"I did not! I told you, I hate having to take it out from underneath the counter then put it back again when I'm gonna use it the next day." Brock yelled getting equally irritated.

"How hard is it to put it away?" She demanded.

"It's hot! I'll get burned!" He said pointing to one of his hands in exaggeration.

Reba sighed, "Well, somebody's got to put it away."

"Why?" Brock asked confused.

"Cause it doesn't belong here!" Reba yelled motioning to the toaster.

"Yeah well you know what? Your car doesn't belong on my side of the garage so that mine barely fits in there when I get home from work. I'm tired of having to crawl out the passenger side!" Brock said trying to come up with one of her faults.

"Well I can't park against the wall. I'll get burned!" She said mocking his earlier comment.

--End of Flashback--

She sighed as she got out of bed and walked to her window. She gingerly moved the curtain to the side in attempt to see Brock's car. Reba knew she wouldn't find anything because Brock had called earlier to tell her he would be 'working late.' He was always working late nowadays and was barely home. Reba had a feeling something wasn't right, but when she got a phone call earlier that day, her thoughts were confirmed.

--Flashback--

Reba was sitting on her couch enveloped in one of her books when the phone rang.

"Oh, who could that be?" She said annoyed as she went to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hey Honey." Came Brock's voice from the other line.

"Hi Brock."

"Listen, I'm gonna be working.." Brock paused to shush someone on his side of the line.

Reba wasn't sure if she heard right. 'Was that a woman giggling? No it couldn't be.' She told herself.

"I'm going to be.." Brock tried again only to pause. "Hold on a second."

Brock thought he was being quiet, but not quiet enough. On the other line Reba could hear a woman talking to Brock in the background. The woman had said something about hurrying up so they could get to business because the would have a 'loooongg' night. Reba gasped as she heard that little exchange.

"Ok, Honey, I'm back. I was saying that I will be working late tonight again."

"Oh. You want me to leave a plate of food out for you when you come home?" Reba asked trying to sound casual.

"No, it's alright. It's gonna be a long night at the office."

"Oh, I see." She said quietly.

"I have to go now. I love you."

"Yeah, love you too." She said hanging up. She stared into space as she went over the conversation in her head. 'I can't believe it. He is cheating on me.' She slid onto the couch and buried her head in her hands.

--End Of Flashback--

Reba had needed to confirm her thoughts about Brock's infidelity, so she called one of his co-workers, Jim.

--Flashback--

Reba ran her fingers across the phone before dialing.

"Hello?" Came the voice.

"Hi, Jim. It's Reba Hart, Brock's wife."

"Oh, Hi Mrs. Hart. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering if i could to talk to Brock." She said biting her lip.

"Mr. Hart left early today. He told everyone that we could go home early 'cause today was a slow day. In fact I was just closing up."

"Oh." Reba said confused. "Was he alone?"

"No, ma'am. He was with another co-worker. Tall and blonde woman. She's not the brightest light bulb in the box." He said with a chuckle.

'So Brock lied about working late. He IS fooling around and with a tall, blonde, probably gorgeous, young woman!' Reba thought.

"Thanks, Jim."

"No problem, Mrs. Hart." Jim said cheerfully."Bye bye."

"Good bye." Reba said pressing the end button.

--End Of Flashback--

Reba heard a car door slam outside causing her to look. She crossed her arms and leaned against the windowsill as she watched him go to the front door. Downstairs, Reba could hear Brock come in and close the door. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he tip-toed up the stairs.

Brock quietly opened the door to find Reba standing by the window. "Honey, why are you still up?" He asked turning to close the door.

She turned to look at him, but didn't say anything.

"Honey?" Brock asked looking up from taking his shoes off.

"How was work?" Reba asked finally as she took his jacket.

"Oh, same old same old." He replied pulling up his pajama bottoms.

"Oh, so you usually sleep with other woman at work?" Reba asked raising an eyebrow and folding her arms.

"What?" Brock asked confused.

"I'm not stupid. I know what you're doing."

"What are you talking about?"

"You cheating on me! I heard the woman, Brock. I heard you guys talking. I even called Jim at the office to talk to you, but he said you left already!" Reba yelled.

"I'm sorry.."

"Sorry? You're sorry?! You think sorry is gonna make this better?!" She shouted.

"What do you want from me?" Brock asked.

"I want the truth." Reba demanded.

"I did sleep with the girl once, but it was after a big fight we had and I was just so upset, so I went to the office. Barbra Jean, the woman, was there and she was comforting me. I wasn't thinking straight and one thing led to another. I knew it was mistake the minute it was over."

Reba was at a loss for words. She turned around, so Brock couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes.

"Honey, it was a huge mistake. If I could turn back time I would. I love you.." Brock said reaching out to hold her hand.

Reba jerked away and quickly turned her head. "Don't touch me." She said angrily. "If you thought it was such a 'huge' mistake then why did you work 'late' again?"

"I was firing her and I told her I want her to leave me alone and not to talk to me again." Brock told her. "Honey.." Brock was cut off by his phone ringing.

Reba gave him a look as he answered it. "Hello?"

"Brock? It's Barbra Jean."

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"I need to tell you something." She said urgently.

Brock sighed. "What is it?"

"The condom broke." She said quietly, "I'm pregnant."