Reba and Brock arrived home later that evening. He sat down on the couch upon arrival, and his wife joined him after changing into her night shirt.

"How are you?" He then saw her smile like he had never seen her smile before.

"I've never been better. I'm just really happy. Mama's thrilled about this."

"I knew she would be, and JV is pretty excited, too. Neither one of them, though, is as happy as I am about it." He took a pause, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"I think I was more afraid of them knowing and telling them than the actual fact. I'm really excited now…but I'm still kind of nervous." She was quiet for a moment. "Are you about ready to head to bed?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

Reba walked into the bedroom and looked into the full length mirror by the door. She turned sideways and looked at herself, and then raised her shirt. Brock snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, placing both hands on her stomach. She jumped, "Brock! You scared me! Look at me; how could I not tell? I'm showing already."

"You're gorgeous."

"I know," she said, laughing. "So what do you think it is?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned.

"Boy or girl?"

"Oh, I hope it is a girl. I want her to have your red hair."

"No you don't. I hate it; my freckles are so hideous. You wouldn't want to do that to our daughter."

"I like your freckles. It's cute."

Reba yawned, "I'm tired."

Brock picked her up and carried her to the bed, as Reba looked at him, confused. "Brock, what are you doing? Put me down."

"I'm carrying you so you don't get tired."

"What are you doing that for?"

"I don't want you to stress the baby out or anything. I told you that I would do everything I could to take care of the both of you."

"You're too sweet. Night, baby."

"Night."

It was only 10 when she went to bed, and Brock couldn't be still long enough to relax. Reba's pregnancy was all his mind would allow him to think about. Of course, that was all they talked about the whole day. Constant reminders of feeling as if he had to settle down made him uneasy. Of course, he was thrilled to start a family with Reba, but he just didn't plan on starting this early. She was still a teenager, and he was in college. He wasn't exactly ready to drop everything for a child right now, but he had to. Everything was because he had to. He had to take care of Reba; he knew she was apprehensive about the whole situation, so he had to be fearless for the both of them.

The thought of Reba carrying a tiny human, something they made together, inside of her just blew his mind. In five short months, they'd be parents. This was five short months that they had to prepare. They were living in a one bedroom apartment; it was obviously too small. There was too much for them to do. He tried to focus on the positive things, but he couldn't. It was all coming so fast that he didn't have time.

Reba woke up at 3 am, sick once again. After coming out from the bathroom, she noticed a light on in the main room.

"Brock? What are you doing awake?" she asked.

"I've just been thinking. What are you doing up?"

"I'm not feeling good."

"I'm sorry, sweetie."

She sat down beside him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I've just been thinking about the baby."

"Like what?"

"Just things we need to get done before it gets here."

"I know, I've been thinking about that, too. I don't even know half of what needs to be done, and then I don't know how to how to do what I know I have to. I'm just not sure about anything right now."

"Neither am I, but it's not like we are completely on our own. We have your parents right here a few minutes away, and you can call my mom."

"Your mom hates me." Reba whipped back.

"Well we have your parents; wouldn't you rather have them than mine?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I couldn't imagine not being close to mama during this, you know. It's just kind of weird asking her stuff about this; she was so worried about this thing happening and now she's so supportive, but still."

Reba and Brock arrived home later that evening. He sat down on the couch upon arrival, and his wife joined him after changing into her night shirt.

"How are you?" He then saw her smile like he had never seen her smile before.

"I've never been better. I'm just really happy. Mama's thrilled about this."

"I knew she would be, and JV is pretty excited, too. Neither one of them, though, is as happy as I am about it." He took a pause, "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"I think I was more afraid of them knowing and telling them than the actual fact. I'm really excited now…but I'm still kind of nervous." She was quiet for a moment. "Are you about ready to head to bed?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

Reba walked into the bedroom and looked into the full length mirror by the door. She turned sideways and looked at herself, and then raised her shirt. Brock snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, placing both hands on her stomach. She jumped, "Brock! You scared me! Look at me; how could I not tell? I'm showing already."

"You're gorgeous."

"I know," she said, laughing. "So what do you think it is?"

"What do you mean?" he questioned.

"Boy or girl?"

"Oh, I hope it is a girl. I want her to have your red hair."

"No you don't. I hate it; my freckles are so hideous. You wouldn't want to do that to our daughter."

"I like your freckles. It's cute."

Reba yawned, "I'm tired."

Brock picked her up and carried her to the bed, as Reba looked at him, confused. "Brock, what are you doing? Put me down."

"I'm carrying you so you don't get tired."

"What are you doing that for?"

"I don't want you to stress the baby out or anything. I told you that I would do everything I could to take care of the both of you."

"You're too sweet. Night, baby."

"Night."

It was only 10 when she went to bed, and Brock couldn't be still long enough to relax. Reba's pregnancy was all his mind would allow him to think about. Of course, that was all they talked about the whole day. Constant reminders of feeling as if he had to settle down made him uneasy. Of course, he was thrilled to start a family with Reba, but he just didn't plan on starting this early. She was still a teenager, and he was in college. He wasn't exactly ready to drop everything for a child right now, but he had to. Everything was because he had to. He had to take care of Reba; he knew she was apprehensive about the whole situation, so he had to be fearless for the both of them.

The thought of Reba carrying a tiny human, something they made together, inside of her just blew his mind. In five short months, they'd be parents. This was five short months that they had to prepare. They were living in a one bedroom apartment; it was obviously too small. There was too much for them to do. He tried to focus on the positive things, but he couldn't. It was all coming so fast that he didn't have time.

Reba woke up at 3 am, sick once again. After coming out from the bathroom, she noticed a light on in the main room.

"Brock? What are you doing awake?" she asked.

"I've just been thinking. What are you doing up?"

"I'm not feeling good."

"I'm sorry, sweetie."

She sat down beside him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I've just been thinking about the baby."

"Like what?"

"Just things we need to get done before it gets here."

"I know, I've been thinking about that, too. I don't even know half of what needs to be done, and then I don't know how to how to do what I know I have to. I'm just not sure about anything right now."

"Neither am I, but it's not like we are completely on our own. We have your parents right here a few minutes away, and you can call my mom."

"Your mom hates me." Reba whipped back.

"Well we have your parents; wouldn't you rather have them than mine?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I couldn't imagine not being close to mama during this, you know. It's just kind of weird asking her stuff about this; she was so worried about this thing happening and now she's so supportive, but still."