Disclaimer: Unfortunately Reba and co still doesn't belong to me…If they did the sitcom would never end in the sixth season...

I know this chapter is very small and I'm reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally sorry about that...and I'm sorry it took me sooooooooooooo long to update...I had thousand of things to do...between college and work I didn't have much time...Sooo...have fun...and Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Previous Chapter…

"Are you sure you are pregnant?

"Positive"

Brock signs tiredly, hands scrubbing his haggard face. Now he was certain his marriage was over. Barbra Jean was still in the room but he just ignored her, he was worried about his family. He really screwed things up this time.

"Guess now Reba and I won't be best friends anymore." – BJ lamented before she exited the office leaving Brock with his thoughts and regrets. He really didn't need another problem in his hands. His crumbling marriage was already enough for him to handle.


She looked at her family sitting in the psychologist office, a psychologist assigned by the court! When had life turned into this mess? Kids where not supposed to see their parents splitting apart, they should not have to go to court where an estranger decided with whom they should live. Her family was not supposed to be falling apart like this!

Dr. Susan Peters entered the room and started to make some questions she only responded half-hearted, her mind was somewhere else. When the kids started to talk about where they wanted to live she snapped.

"Stop this now! Nobody will move out of the house! Brock, you are going to come back home and we'll try to work things out. I know that if we try we can fix this."

"Reba, Barbra Jean and I are getting married."

"Oh no! You are not stupid enough to throw away 20 years of marriage, Brock! We can make this work. You were gone from our house a month ago. It is not enough time to fall in love and decide to marry to someone."

"I have to marry her!"

"No you don't! The only reason you would have to marry her was if she…" – At the guilty look on Brock's face she paled.

"Oh god…Oh god…Oh god."

'She's pregnant? That means…'

"Tell me you didn't. Please Brock…Please…"

"What is wrong?" – Jake asked innocently.

"Dad cheated on mom and got his assistant pregnant." – Kyra replies with a smirk.

"But I thought Cheyenne was pregnant!"

"Shut up, Jake!" – Cheyenne says angrily.

"Back off. He's just a stupid kid."

"I'm not stupid. She left the pregnancy test in the trash can."

Reba starts to shake her head, trying to wake from the nightmare she's living, but this is the real thing, it's really happening, her worst fears are becoming true. Her family is falling apart and she watches it with a deep sense of ruin and helplessness because she knows there is nothing she can do to fix this. This time it could not be fixed. She gets up and starts to leave the office, calling the kids to come to the car and ignoring Brock's voice calling her. She needs to get home.


As soon as the car stops in the driveway Reba is out, she ignores her children calling her name, ignores everything around her until she is inside her bedroom, door locked. As soon as she is alone her knees give out and she falls like a rag doll to the floor, body completely devoid of strength. She felt so cold, even though it was mid summer, and it seemed that she would never be warm again.

Tousand of thoughts swirl around in her mind, Cheyenne's pregnancy the most pressing and distressing one. God, how could she let this happen! She was so worried with the ruin of her marriage that she neglected her own kids. She was a lousy wife and a terrible mother.

And now she was all alone, there was no one here to hug her at the end of the day when the problems in her life seemed too big, there was no one with whom she could share her burdens, her worries. She was alone. Brock was gone…She lost him forever…

Suddenly it was hard to breath and she hugs her legs to her chest, pushing her face into her knees to muffle the sob that escapes from her lips. She felt so lost! It hurt so much she was certain she could feel her heart breaking into tine pieces.

Her mother once told her that when you cried you felt better and even though she never agreed with her she cried desperately, hoping that this ache would go away.

"Reba." – Someone whispered, but the voice sounded so far away. It took her sometime to realize it was coming from outside the door.

"Reba." – The voice spoke again. It sounded familiar.

"Brock?" – She askes quietly and unsure.

"Yes, it's me. Please open the door, the kids are worried about you."

She tries to say something but all that escapes her mouth is a dry sob.

"Reba. Please open the door. I…I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you this much."

"J-just go away. Please…Go…Away."

"Let me talk to you…Open the door." – Broke asks almost desperately.

"I can't- I can't deal with you right now…Please…I'm beggind you…Go away"

"I'm sorry." – Her now ex-husband whispers and she can hear the cracking in his voice.

She cries heavily into her knees mourning the end of her marriage, the loss of the love of her life and the ruin of her life. She screams and rages, trying to alleviate the pressure in her heart. She knows she has to get it together because her kids still needed her, but just for a little while she alows her missery to take over.