Disclaimer: I don't own Reba.
Chapter 7: Comfort
"Hey, Reba", Brock said
"How are you doing?"
"Not good Brock".
He chocked by a sob when he hears her voice. She was usually feisty, and loud, making sure that you knew what she had to say, but for the past couple of weeks, her voice sounded weak and sad. He couldn't really blame her. He walked over to her on the couch and sat down.
"Reba, you don't have to be so strong".
"I have to be", she said.
"Not with me you don't".
"Everybody relies on you for everything".
"You need someone to rely on".
She sighed.
She laid her head slowly on Brock's shoulder.
"I love you Brock, you always make me feel safe".
"I need that right now".
"love you too Reba". She groaned suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
She took his hand and squeezed gently.
She knew it was getting worse.
After about four minutes, it went away.
" I have these attacks, where it hurts really bad, and then stops after a couple of minutes".
"It's getting worse, Brock".
"It's starting to hurt all the time now, like a dull ache that won't go away".
"Brock?" "Let's go on a trail ride, the day after tomorrow".
"All of us".
"Okay" he said.
"This week is going to be busy".
"The dance, the concert, Kyra's rehearsal, and the trail ride".
Brock fought back the words, Is that going to be to much for you? Knowing Reba, she would probably smack him on the head. So he decided against it.
"Are you going to the concert in Dallas?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world".
"Brock, you have to talk to B.J".
"I know".
"I can't believe that I'm doing this to her", Reba said.
"Reba, your not the cause of our breakup", it just didn't work out".
"But I feel like it".
"Brock, I promised, after I found out about you and Barbra Jean that I would never be the other woman".
"I broke it".
"I feel so horrible".
"Reba, don't feel bad".
"You didn't make the mistake, I did".
"I won't ever forgive myself for that".
"But we both can move on".
"I was just starting to like Barbra Jean", Reba said.
"In some wacky way, she helped this family".
"She is family", Reba finished.
"She still will be".
"Reba, don't feel bad about this, I'll fix the whole thing tomorrow".
"It will all be fine".
"We will be fine".
She sighed. Thank you Brock.
A/N: Please review! Thank you so much for all of the reviews I have gotten so far. I know the story is depressing, but it will get better within the next couple of chapters. Please let me know if there is anything I could do to improve.
