For the rest of the evening, Reba tried her best to act normal and do what she thought Brock considered wifely activities. She found out that Van and Cheyenne and Elizabeth's lives were exactly the same and so were Kyra and Jake's. Everything was pretty much the same as it was in what she considered her normal life. The only difference was her and Brock were married, but she couldn't figure out why that was the change. Why was she dreaming that?

Those were the things she pondered on all through family dinner. She had asked Brock not to tell the kids about her episode earlier that morning or the one she had when he arrived home from work. She wanted to get everything figured out before she went and told everybody. She knew her kids wouldn't jump to conclusions, but she didn't want to be labeled a loon.

"That was a nice dinner," Brock commented as him and Reba were preparing to head to bed. It was something Reba wasn't anticipating.

"It was," She agreed. She quietly picked up a few toys Elizabeth had played with an hour before. She put them back in their proper place where they would wait to be played with whenever the little girl visited again.

"We should have everybody over more often. Seems like we're all in a hundred different directions with our own lives that we forget that this is really home."

Reba nodded, but didn't respond vocally. Perhaps what he said was true, though. The brick house on Oak Avenue really was a home to whoever came into it. No matter if you had moved out years before or were still living within its walls, it was a home through and through.

"Van and Cheyenne don't come over much in my normal life," She said as she stacked a few DVDs by the television.

Brock locked the door and walked over to her. "This 'normal life'..."

"Yeah?"

"Is it different than this one?"

She paused, thankful that he was warming up to the idea that this wasn't where she was supposed to be.

"It's a little different," She told him. "I mean, Kyra and Jake still live with me, they still go to school everyday. Van and Cheyenne don't visit as often as I'd like. I miss Elizabeth and Kasey like crazy."

"Who's Kasey?"

Reba looked up at Brock, realizing that in this life, her grandson wasn't around.

"He's our grandbaby. I guess Cheyenne hasn't had him yet here."

"I guess not."

Things were quiet for a moment before Brock asked, "Did I really divorce you?"

Reba slowly made her way to the couch where he sat and perched there with him. "Don't say it like that," She told him. "We divorced each other."

He shook his head. "It just doesn't seem like something that would actually happen."

"I didn't think it would ever happen, either." She sighed, patting his knee. "But it did and it was really for the best."

"Were things really that bad?"

She nodded, sadly. "They were." After she saw the hurt that came over his face, she said, "But it wasn't all your fault. We both played a part in it."

"What happened exactly?"

"Well, we were separated for about six months and just as I was about to ask you if you'd move back home, you sprung the news that you had gotten your dental hygienist pregnant and you were going to marry her. But before that, we just fought constantly. We had no communication skills whatsoever."

He nodded slowly, taking it all in. "So, how is it that we're still together now? What is this?" He pointed around him.

"It's a dream, Brock."

He shook his head. "No, Reba, it's not a dream."

Reba sighed, standing. "Yes, it is. Please don't argue with me."

He stood as well. "Maybe I need to do something to make you see that this isn't a dream."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Brock. Whatever you say." She started up the stairs. "I'm going to bed. But please, do me a favor and sleep down here."

The next morning, Reba woke up at her normal time. She yawned, stretching before she opened her eyes. Still a bit paranoid, she took a deep breath before taking her first look around her room. Once again, Brock's furniture was no longer there. She gave a sigh of relief, completely sure that she had been dreaming. At first, she was skeptical, but there was no way what she had been through was real.

She continued the morning with her shower, dressing for work and putting her makeup on after fixing her hair. As she went downstairs for breakfast, however, a thought came across her mind. When she fell asleep at work and dreamed all she had, how come she didn't remember waking up and finishing her day?

"Morning, guys," Reba greeted her kids, trying to forget about the odd thought that just crossed her mind.

"I'm going to be late tonight," Kyra responded, not bothering to return her mother's greeting.

"What for?" Reba asked, going straight for the coffee pot.

Kyra got up from the table, placing her empty cereal bowl in the sink. "Band practice and I have a study group after that."

"What about that presentation thing you wrote on the calendar?" Jake asked, looking up from his Gameboy.

"And then there's that along with the million and one other things I have to do today." She sighed. "Hopefully I'll be back before tomorrow."

Reba patted her on the shoulder. "You sure are a hard workin' gal." She kissed the side of her head. "I'll see ya when you get home, okay? Maybe." She winked and smiled.

Kyra nodded and went to grab her backpack. "See you guys later. One question, Mom."

"What's that?"

"Why are you wearing your wedding ring?"

Reba immediately glanced down at her left hand and saw her diamond ring still sitting where it had rested all through her dream. How it got there she had no idea.

"I thought you kept that put away," Kyra said, gathering up a few papers that were on the counter.

"I do..." She pulled the ring off, slipping it in her pocket. She usually kept the ring in an old jewelry box in the back of her closet with all the clothes that didn't fit her anymore. "I don't know where it came from."

"Have you been sleepwalking again, Mom?" Jake asked, turning around in his chair.

"Again?"

Jake nodded. "I saw you in my room the other night. But you were asleep."

Reba raised an eyebrow. "Next time that happens, wake me up." She turned to Kyra. "Get on to school." She turned her around and practically shoved her out the door. "See you later."

When Krya was gone, Reba let Jake go back to his Gameboy while she leaned up against the counter, wondering why she had dug out her wedding ring in her sleep. It made her wonder what else she was doing when she didn't know it. That was when she looked down and noticed her belly was a bit more prominent. She ran a hand over it and felt her breath catch. Was she transporting things from what she thought was a dream? If so, she was pregnant in her normal life and that would certainly raise some eyebrows if noticed.