Months went by, Reba and Brock settled into their idea of married life. They finished moving things into their new apartment, and put the finishing on the details that seemed out of place. Before they knew it, it was already Halloween, Reba's favorite holiday. Brock never cared too much for it, but he always went along with it because he knew Reba loved to play jokes on him, and he loved when she laughed at him, even if he didn't like it at all.

"So, how are you going to match my costume this year?" Reba asked.

"Are you really going to make me dress up?" he whined.

"Yes, this is our first Halloween like this and I want you to dress up with me." Reba made the puppy dog face. "Please, I'd do it for you."

"Only for you would I do this. Go put your costume on so I can see it and get ideas."

Reba ran upstairs and returned with her pirate costume on. "Brock, am I gaining weight? This costume feels really tight around my stomach," she said while trying to pull it away from her.

"I've been trained to not answer questions like this."

Reba laughed, "But seriously, does it look like it?"

"No, it doesn't, but I can see what you mean about it being much tighter. Maybe it is that big lunch you had?"

"I haven't been eating that much lately. I don't want to have to return this for another size. Oh, god…" she trailed off as she ran out of the room.

"Are you okay?" Brock asked upon her return.

"Yeah, I'm so tired of being sick."

"Are we still going to your mother's house tonight?"

"Yeah, but I think I'm going to make an appointment at the doctor's office first. I just can't take this anymore. It's just feeling fine, and then straight to this."

"Okay, we'll I will go ahead and call in; you go ahead and change." Brock said.

Later that evening, she heard her name called and was led to the back room at the doctor's office.

"Reba Hart, how are we today?" Doctor Lynn asked.

"I'm feeling fine one moment, and then the next I am rushing to get to the bathroom to throw up. Most of the time, I don't feel like eating, and rarely, I can't stop. It's one extreme or the other. I'm gaining weight like crazy, but I don't know if that has anything to do with it or not."

Dr. Lynn looked at her, smiling, suspecting what was wrong. She went through the normal procedure, and soon returned with her results. "Congratulations, Mrs. Hart. You're pregnant."

Unaware, Reba took a moment to process the thought in her mind. Was she serious?

"That explains the strange eating habits and weight gain. You're about 17 weeks along now, so you're at that time when you should be starting to gain and eventually show. Now, I'm going to ask you to start eating a little more regularly. I know it's hard when you're having cravings and all, but you need to work on that. I'm going to see you back here in two weeks to check up on you and the baby. So, we'll see you soon."

Reba smiled, still in shock. Brock, who had been sitting there with her the whole time, had yet to say anything at all. They walked out to their car and sat in silence for a few moments before the first spoke up.

"Brock, I'm pregnant. What am I…what…I...I'm pregnant." She began to cry.

"We're going to be parents."

"I'm not ready for this. How did we let it happen? No, there is no way I can do this. We are going to have a baby. A living, breathing baby…there is a child in me, Brock. What are we going to do?"

"Baby, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I'm scared shitless right now. We'll have a baby to take care of by the time I turn 21. I'm not ready for this!"

He scooted across the truck and put his arm around her. She buried her face into his jacket, and placed one hand on her stomach. "Baby, we are going to be okay. We can handle this just fine."

"How am I going to tell my mom that I went and did what she was so worried I'd do? I don't want her to be disappointed in me."

"I'm happy to be a father. It's not like you are in this alone."

She wiped a tear from her eyes, "I know, but this is all starting to come at me so fast. I just don't want to be a disappointment to everyone."

"You're not. I'm thrilled to have this baby, and I want you to be happy about it, too. This is our first child. I'm going to be a father, and you're going to be a mother."

"I know I'm just acting dumb, but I'm scared. What if I can't do this right? I mean, he or she is right here," she said as she patted her belly. She sniffed. "We need to go before we are late to dinner."

"Are we going to tell them tonight?"

Reba nodded, and didn't say another word until they arrived at the house. JV and Helen were still on edge, but steadily warming up to the marriage that they had been so against. Brock felt more welcomed in their home than he previously had. He just was nervous as to how they would take to their news.

The couple sat down across the table from her parents. "Reba, are you okay? You look like you're not feeling well," Helen asked.

"I'm not feeling too great today. I'm just tired."

She accepted the reply, but knew there was more to the story. She could always tell when her daughter was lying. They made it through dinner without much conversation from anyone. JV occasionally asked Brock questions about his schooling, and how his golfing was coming. Once dinner was over, everyone sat down on the couch in the next room to talk before ending the evening.

"Mom, there is something we need to tell you." Reba blurted out, trying to get it out and over with.

"What is it, sweet pea?" JV asked his child.

"I have been feeling really sick lately, so I went to the doctor right before we came here…and I'm, I'm pregnant." She looked down directly after she said that.