A/N: I would like to thank anonymous reviewer Wtrgal01 and my good friend FlyingHighAboveTheOcean for their replies to my posed question. Now, moving on to chapter 2 =) Hope you enjoy… BTW; this chapter takes place during the time period of about season four (for Kyra, Jake and Cheyenne's ages)

SOME EVENTS IN THIS CHAPTER MAY SURPRISE YOU!

Reba was sitting on her tour bus thinking about what had happened the last few days. She was confused.

"What has happened to my family? What's going on?" Reba didn't understand why everybody was acting so cold towards her. "I put food on the table; I send money home to help with the bills every month. What more could they possibly need?" Reba looked down at the floor. She wasn't extremely thrilled with this arrangement either; but she had been wanting to be a country singer for a long time. She was discovered when she worked for Terry Holliway years ago. It wasn't a hardship for her when she got married to Brock and was singing. He traveled with her for the longest time. It wasn't even difficult when they had Cheyenne. They just took her right along with them. When Cheyenne started school and Kyra was born Reba took about six months off before heading back out. Brock started to stay home so Cheyenne could stay in school and somebody could watch Kyra full time. Reba appreciated this and she got to come home and see her girls a lot. When she wasn't with Brock and the girls, it did hurt her. She went for several years with Brock and Cheyenne on tour with her. When Brock started saying home with the girls she had to get a new tour manager; because Brock couldn't manage her from the house in Houston. This steel guitar player by the name of Narvel Blackstock (A/N: =) I love including her family when I can) came in 1991 and offered to manage the band. He was great at his job, but he got a better offer in 2002 and left the band leaving Reba in a lurch looking for another tour manager. That's when she met Rob. He had been a good tour manager so far; but Brock didn't seem to like him all that much. Reba looked out the window; it was raining. Just then she felt somebody walk over to her, but she didn't look away from the window.

"Reba?" The voice asked. Her whole body calmed. It was just Rob. It was a man she trusted and loved. She looked at him.

"Hi." Reba said quietly. He sat down next to her.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked. She didn't answer him at first. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak.

"I was thinking about my family and my life since I've been touring. I just don't understand what's wrong with my family. First Cheyenne wouldn't talk to me, and then Brock said all that stuff about Jake and Kyra just put me over the top. I'm not sure what I'm going to do." Reba said. She laid her head against the window, but never started crying. Rob slid over next to her and wrapped his arm around her.

"Reba, it'll be okay. I'm here." He said in a soothing tone. "We'll get this all worked out. I promise."

"What would I do without you Rob? You have always been here for me. Ever since my manager left three years ago. I appreciate you saying that you would be my manager." She said looking at him.

"Hey, it's really no big deal Reba. I love managing your band and being with you on the road. I'm glad to be able to see where you came from and what you are now and we aren't even finished yet." He said.

"We aren't?" She questioned and he shook his head no.

"This is just the beginning Reba Hart. Your name is going to be on every major marquee in the world before I'm finished." He smiled and she laid her head on his shoulder.

"How much longer until we hit the next spot?" Reba asked. He looked down at her and put his chin on her head.

"It's going to be another couple of hours. We just passed through Tulsa and we have to be in Bloomington by eight for the concert." He stood up and held out his hand to her. "Come on."

"What?" Reba asked looking at his hand.

"Come on Reba. I'm just trying to help you be less tense for the concert tonight." Rob stated. Reba glared at him.

"I'm a married woman!" Reba exclaimed.

"Come on, you've been teasing me and throwing yourself at me for the last three years. Are you not going to finally quit teasing me, give in and admit you want me?" He grabbed a hold of her arm.

"Stop it! Now! You're hurting my arm." Reba stood up and wrenched away. Rob reached out to touch her shoulder and she whirls around. "What are you thinking?"

"Hey, it's not all my fault. You are the one looking so beautiful in that dress." Rob said smiling at her. Reba scoffed.

"I'm going to call my husband and children." Reba walked off in a huff. Reba walked into her room and picked up her phone. She dialed and put it up to her ear. It rang three or four times before Jake answered the phone.

"Hello?" He asked. Reba smiled.

"Hi Jake." Reba said.

"Oh hi." Jake got real quiet.

"Jake?" Reba questioned. The line got really quiet before she heard the dial tone. That tugged at Reba's heart. She felt hurt. Jake hung up the phone when he realized it was her. Maybe it was a coincidence. But something told Reba it wasn't. This wasn't something she thought she could ever get used to; but that was just a price she would have to pay for now. She has a lot of work ahead of her. Nobody said it would be easy.

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Reba was standing on stage in a beautiful floor length bright red dress. She had a microphone in her hand. She walked out onto the stage with Rob standing at the side of the stage smiling at her. Reba looked over at him almost in disgust.

"I don't believe him. He's trying to act like what happened never happened. This is unbelievable." She paused for a moment. "Focus Reba! Get out there and do a great concert!" Reba stepped out and the music started playing and after a pause, a smile and a wave across the audience she started singing.

"She married when she was twenty…" And the whole crowd went wild. Reba's head was spinning. She couldn't remember the rest of the concert. The next thing she remembered was getting on the bus to head home. One of her guitar players walked behind her.

"That was a good concert Reba." He said. She nodded at him. She just wanted to go into her room and fall asleep. She might cry before that. Reba walked into her "bedroom" on the bus and looked at the calendar that sat on the desk. She couldn't believe she had another nine weeks before she could go home and straighten things out with Jake. It broke her heart thinking that he hung up on her. She kind of understood why he did it; but it still cut through her like a knife. Why did this have to be so hard on all of them? Why wasn't as easy as she expected it to be? She couldn't quit the business she loved and dreamed of for so long; could she?