One night, a little over a month later, a frantic Reba sat on the seat of the toilet with a test in her hands panickin. No. No. No. No. Please, no, was all she could think. How could I be so stupid?

She hadn't been feeling well for the past week, and she was late. Reba sat waiting, on the verge of breaking down. There was nothing more she wouldn't want then a baby right now. Her life was far too busy and it's not that she didn't love Bill but…who was she kidding? She didn't love Bill.

She couldn't believe he would do this to her. He knew that she was drunk; he knew that she wasn't thinking straight, but he didn't care. The fact that he could do something like this was driving her insane. Not only was there a good chance that she was pregnant, but she wasn't in love with Bill, and she had wanted to leave the relationship anyways. There was nothing there between them anymore. If there was a child involved she couldn't just up and leave him.

She sat and watched the clock until it told her that it was time to find out…she was afraid to look. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in to calm herself down a little. She felt a tear roll down her cheek, and then she looked down. No. Please tell me this is a joke. No, she started to cry. It was positive. She was pregnant.

She heard someone in her room, so she quickly threw the test away, and watched as Brock walked into the bathroom, "Hey, I was calling you and…," he stopped, looking and her crying. She tried her hardest but she couldn't cover it up, "Reba, what's wrong?" He hated to see her hurt. He walked over and kneeled down next to her.

There were no words said. She just wrapped her arms tightly around him. Brock started to gently rub her back, and Reba just let it all out. It hurt him to see her so upset.

They sat there for what seemed like an eternity, until finally Reba started to push Brock away. Brock wasn't going to let go that easily. He took her arms and stood her in front of himself to look at her. Reba looked away until he asked, "Are you going to tell me what is going on?"

She looked up at him with big, blue, tear-filled eyes. She could almost feel herself being pulled towards him. If she could have it her way there would be no Barbra Jean, there would be no divorce, there would be no new marriages, and there would be no new baby. There would only be Brock and herself, together. They would still be a family, not torn apart from past mistakes. She hated the way things were. She hated the direction her life was heading.

As she tried to pull away, he just pulled her closer, knowing that what she really needed right now was someone to let help her let it out on. He was right, and she started to gently hit his chest, which was really the best she could do at this point. She was too tired to get him off of her, nor did she really want to. She could just stand there in his arms forever and be the happiest person in the world. She continued to hit his chest until she finally just gave up and slid down to the floor.

Brock was so shocked. He had never seen her break down like this before. He had never seen her in this much pain. He would have given anything to find out what was wrong, but he was willing to wait, which he did. They sat there for about an hour until Reba wore herself out and finally fell asleep in his arms. It was late and Brock was tired as well, but he couldn't fall asleep knowing that something was wrong. For the longest time he sat there admiring how beautiful she was. He ran his fingers through her hair, and just couldn't help but stare at this astonishing woman. God I love her, He thought.

Out of nowhere Reba shifted awake from a nightmare. When she was able to realize where she was and who she was with she got a little suspicious. Then it all came back to her. It was almost as though she felt a blow to her stomach. She scooted a little closer to Brock, and took his arms and wrapped them around her middle. He responded by tightly pulling her as close as he could.

Right before Brock was about to ask her again what was going so terribly wrong, Reba spoke up, "I'm pregnant, Brock."

He didn't want to hurt her so he put on a fake smile, "Congratulations."

She set her head back on his shoulder then shook her head no. "No. I don't want this. It was that night a while back, I know it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You had the kids and we went out. I had too much to drink and…," she started.

"Oh, honey." He said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's my fault. If I wouldn't have gone…"

"You can't blame yourself," he assured her. "But look at it this way: At least you love each other."

"I don't love him…," she whispered. She didn't want Brock to know, but it was almost as if she was talking outload to herself.

"What?!"

"I don't love him, Brock," she hugged his arms that were around her tighter.

"Of course you love him."

"No. Brock, I love you."

This can't be happening, he thought. This was a moment from his dreams. She loved him. It kept re-playing in his head. He never imagined a feeling that felt this good. This was what he had wanted more than anything.

"You…you-," he tried to get out the words.

She turned around with his arms still around her, "I love you."

Without really thinking she leaned forward and kissed him. Their kiss turned into something more and before they knew it they were closer then they thought they ever could be again.

Soft kiss and wine
what a pretty friend of mine
we're finally intertwined
nervous and shy
for the moment
we will come
alive
tonight

secret valentine

We'll write a song
that turns out the lights
when both boy and girl
start suddenly shaking inside
don't waste your time
speed up your breathing
just close your eyes
we'll hope it's not for nothing at all

lay down
be still
don't worry
talk they will
I'll be loving you until
morning's first light
breaks tomorrow
I'll take care of you tonight

secret valentine

We'll write a song
that turns out the lights
when both boy and girl
start suddenly shaking inside
don't waste your time
speed up your breathing
just close your eyes
we'll hope it's not for nothing at all

when guilt fills your head
brush off
rise up from the dead
this is the moment that we
will come alive
brace yourself for love
sweet love, secret love.

We'll write a song
that turns out the lights
when both boy and girl
start suddenly shaking inside
don't waste your time
speed up your breathing
just close your eyes
we'll hope it's not for nothing at all