Chapter 2:

Narvel kept pacing back and forth, it was making me sick to my stomach.

"Narvel, will you please stop pacing?"

"I'm sorry Reba, but I'm worried."

"I'm worried to, but you're makin me sick, sit down"

He sat down for about 10 minutes then started pacing again. He's not a very good listener. We heard a knock.

"Come in"

"Mrs. McEntire-"

"Blackstock." I said sternly.

He cleared his throat. "Blackstock."

"What is it doc, is everything okay?" Narvel's voice was shaky.

"You're child is just fine, but is being very tempermental."

"What do ya mean?" I was a littler irritated at this point.

"Were going to need to stick whatwe call a 'pump needle' into your stomach to keep the baby healthy and to ensure he doesnt get into anymore trouble."

"That's it?"

"And you'll have to be on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy."

Narvel shot me a look. I knew exactly what he was thinkin, but I said it anyway.

"Sorry, no can do. I'm a busy woman, I've got no time for bed rest."

I stood up.

"Mrs. Blackstock, please"

I took Narvels hand but he pulled away and sat me back down.

"Hey doc, Can we have a minute?"

"Sure"

As he left, I knew what was comin.

"Listen, Narvel, I dont have time for your little speel. I have a tour goin on I cant just drop everything and-. Where the hell are you goin?"

"I love you Reba, but this is my child too, if the dotctor says bed rest, thats whats happenin."

"Narvel I-"

He walked out of the room.

That cut me like a knife. I think this is the first argument we've had. If it even counts as an argument. The doctor walked in and interupted my thoughts.

"Mrs. Mc- Uh hum, Blackstock, Your husband has signed your release forms and you're ready to go."

"Thank you so much." They wheeled me out to the car and Narvel helped me in.

We rode in silence. I was hurtin inside, I could tell he was too.

"I'm sorry.."

Silence.

"Will you please say somethin?"

He turned on the radio. I turned to the window and could feel tears wellin up in my eyes. Just before the fist one fell, Narvel tocuhd my cheek.

"I shouldnt have acted that way. If you feel comfortable enough to walk around and be on stage, thats your choice."

"Can we just drop this Narvel, I'm tired and i've got a damn needle in my stomach. I dont have the patience to deal with it right now."

He shouldn't have apologized. It was my fault. I don't want to be bed ridden for 4 months. I also dont want to fight with my husband. He means absolutley everything to me.

We pulled in the drive way and it was about 8:30, I was hungry. Narvel fumbled with the keys and wouldnt let me help him, after about the sixth time of him droppin em' on the porch, he managed to open the door.

"Are ya hungry?"

"Starving." He gave a slight smile, he always new how to lighten up a sitation.

"How about oatmeal?"

"With strawberries?"

"Yes sir!"

As I was cooking our breakfast Narvel came up beside me and lifted me onto the counter.

"Honey, I was tryin to cook!"

"Yeah, well watchin you cook is makin me-"

"Ah, stop it." I kissed the side of his cheek and slide off the counter.

We ate in silence, Narvel cleaned up the kitchen and I dosed off on the couch.

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