Chapter 7: Scared
A few months had passed and Reba was now round about 7 months pregnant. The kids tried to avoid her as much as they could, because Reba had horrible mood swings and was turning from happy to angry in just a second. The only one who tried sticking around was Barbra Jean. Reba knew the kids avoided her and she was sorry for having the mood swings, yet she didn't have any control of her hormones.
Also Reba was dizzy all the time, very tired and had small contractions every now and than. She didn't think about it much and thought it was normal, although it never was like that during her other pregnancies. She never had many problems apart from morning sickness. She was kinda glad she didn't have any this time and her doctor said she should take it slow.
Apart from all that, Reba started to get very good with Brock. She didn't think about him much and there wasn't another situation between them. She was thankful for that. She still hadn't told Brock about the pregnancy, but Reba knew she had to soon. The baby was his son and he had a right to know.
So Reba was sitting in front of her desk, trying to write down the words that were buried deep in her heart. She decided she would write Brock a letter, in which she'd explain why she acted the way she did and didn't tell him about the pregnancy earlier. She wanted to let him know what she felt and what she has been through.
She nervously chewed on her pen, thinking carefully about the words she was about to write down. It was hard on her, but she wanted to do this and not a second later. She slowly started to write:
Dear Brock,
what I am going to say right now is probably the hardest thing i have ever done and might be a shock to you.
The day you left me without a word hurted me deeply.
You thought it would be best, if you leave me alone, although you never waited for what I had to say.
I was ready to let you back into my life slowly starting over, but your stunt destroyed all that.
The night we shared was...great...i won't deny that, but what you did to me wasn't fair.
You made a decision for me and ran away from me and your problems.
I don't know if i will ever be able to forgive you, but there is something important i have to tell you.
There is a reason why i write this letter to you.
I swore to myself i would let you go, but i can't do it that easily.
A few months after you left i found out, that I am pregnant and you are the only person who could be the father.
I know it is kinda late to tell you this, because i am about 7 months pregnant, but i never had the strength to tell you this before.
I was and I still am hurt, but i figured i would need to tell you soon, because you have a right to know.
I don't know what is going to happen with the two of us, but i will be fine either way.
It is your choice, if you wanna be involved into the life of this child or not.
It'll accept every decision you're going to make.
I guess we'll have to talk this through some day.
Love,
Reba
Reba took a deep breath and put the pen away. She leaned back and read the letter over and over again, before putting it into an envelope and writing Brock's address on it. She slowly got up and wanted to walk into the kitchen, but she stopped halfway at the couch and plopped down feeling dizzy. She was tired of the pregnancy and she hoped time would go on fast.
She leaned back a bit and heard the door open at the very same moment, followed by the voices of two people fighting.
"No Cheyenne i won't watch Elizabeth tonight...I have band practice..." Kyra said and stormed into the house followed by her older sister.
"Oh come on...can't you miss it one time? I really need someone to watch Elizabeth tonight. I really need to go to the library to study and Van has this thingy with his football buddies..." Cheyenne replied and took off her jacket. Kyra only rolled her eyes.
"Well why don't you ask Jake...or Barbra Jean..." Kyra sighed and looked at her.
"Barbra Jean is out with the new guy she met and Jake is spending the night at his friends house." Cheyenne finally turned around and saw her mother sitting on the couch.
"I can watch her..." Reba said and got up.
"Oh Mom that'd be awesome.." Kyra said and smiled, looking over to Cheyenne.
"Mom..you are 7 months pregnant...and you know the doc told you to take it easy..."
"Oh common..it is my Elizabeth...she's not that bad..." Reba said and sat down again, feeling a little bit more dizzy than before. She turned her head, when the door opened again. Van came inside with Elizabeth on his arms.
"Hey..." Van said and let Elizabeth down, who ran over to Reba and climbed onto the couch next to her.
"Gramma.. ," she said and kissed Reba's cheek. She slowly bend down and kissed her belly. "And baby... ," she giggled. Reba smiled at her and pulled Elizabeth onto her lap.
"Cheyenne...I can watch her...really..." Reba hugged Elizabeth tightly. Cheyenne sighed and looked at Van, who silently nodded. Kyra let out a satisfied 'Yeah...'. She walked upstairs into her room and got her stuff for her practice.
"Okay...but i want you to call either me or Van, when you don't feel good...Okay?" Cheyenne obviously was concerned about her mother. She had the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Reba took a deep breath and smiled at her.
"Of course...If anything is wrong i will call...no worries..." Reba put Elizabeth down and walked with her into the kitchen, preparing herself a sandwich.
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A few hours later Reba was sitting with Elizabeth on her bed, playing with her dolls. She loved her granddaughter and usually enjoyed every free minute she spent with her, but today it was different. Reba was feeling quite sick and she was tired as heck, although she slept more than 12 hours.
The worst was, that these little contractions seemed to get worse every time she did something straining. She knew these weren't her real contractions, because she only had them every now and than. Her doctor told her, it might be her age that adds to it and she should rest and don't do anything straining.
Reba let out a sighed and laid her hands on her stomach, feeling the pain once again. She looked at Elizabeth and leaned over a bit to kiss her forehead.
"I'll go call your momma...You'll stay here okay pumpkin'?" Reba said to her and slowly up. Elizabeth only nodded and kept playing with her dolls. Reba walked downstairs, feeling a wave of sickness hit her. She didn't feel like she had to throw up so she said down on the couch and put her head into hands, feeling a little light headed and dizzy.
She took several deep breaths and tried to get rid dizziness but nothing seemed to help. Reba got scared, because she didn't know what was wrong. She wanted to get up and grab the phone, but before she knew it her world turned black and she fell backwards onto the couch.
After a while Elizabeth got bored with her dolls and she was wondering where her grandma was. She slowly climbed down her bed and walked over to the stairs.
"Gramma?, " she softly said and crawled down the first steps of the stairs.
"Gramma..." she repeated and got scared. She crawled down the rest of the stairs. She looked over to the couch and saw Reba laying on it. Elizabeth thought she was sleeping so she ran over to her. She quickly climbed on the couch and shook Reba.
"Gramma wake up... ," she mumbled and tried it again, but Reba's eyes remained closed. Elizabeth got scared and climbed off the couch. She ran into he kitchen, when she heard Barbra Jean entering the house and calling Reba's name.
"Gramma BJ...Gramma...Bj..." Elizabeth ran to Barbra Jean and hugged her leg. Barbra Jean looked down at the little girl and picked her up.
"Hey little girl..where's your mom...," Barbra Jean asked her and touched her cheek.
"Dunno...gramma is on the couch sleepin'..she doesn't wake up..." Elizabeth started to cry and Barbra Jean looked up, seeing Reba laying on the couch. She quickly ran over to her and put Elizabeth down.
"Reba...common...Reba.. " Barbra Jean called her name several times, but she didn't get a response.
"There's blood..." Elizabeth said and pointed at the floor. Barbra Jean's face turned white and she grabbed the phone dialing 911.
A few hours later, Barbra Jean and Cheyenne were sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for the doctor. Van stayed at home with Elizabeth, but he called Cheyenne every 5 minutes trying to get an update from Cheyenne. She was in shock and worried about her mom and her little baby brother. She felt a new set of tears fill her eyes and Barbra Jean who pulled her into a hug.
"Shhhht..she'll be fine..." Barbra Jean whispered, trying not to break down herself.
"What if the baby..." Cheyenne said, but stopped herself when she saw Kyra running over to them.
"What happened..." Kyra asked and sat down next to Cheyenne.
"Your mom fainted and she was bleeding...I found her passed out on the couch..."
"Is she okay?...Is the baby okay?" Kyra was obviously panicking. She has never been this scared before in her life.
"We don't know yet...The doctor hasn't told us anything yet..." Kyra swallowed hard and looked down, trying to hide her tears.
"It is my fault...I should have watched Elizabeth..." Cheyenne looked up at her and grabbed her hand.
"It is nobody's fault...We couldn't know that this was going to happen, okay?"
"What if mom...or the baby...i mean..," Kyra stammered and looked at Cheyenne, who pulled her into a hug.
"She'll be fine..." Cheyenne whispered and hugged Kyra even closer. It was the first time in years, that Kyra returned a hug from her older sister. Suddenly Cheyennes phone rang and she immediately picked up.
"Any news?!," she heard a voice on the other end of the line.
"No...not yet..." Cheyenne answered and wiped away a tear.
"Oh...Cheyenne, I have to tell you something...I was looking for the phone number of Jakes friend and well on your moms desk i found a letter...which was addressed to your father. It wasn't closed so i opened it..." Van said into he phone, bumping Elizabeth on one leg up and down.
"What?...You read her letter?...And why would she write dad a letter?" Cheyenne was confused and looked at Barbra Jean, who gave her a questioning look.
"Well in the letter she explained what she feels...and that she is pregnant. I guess she was finally ready to tell him..."
"Oh...Dad...I...he has to know...I think it'll call him..." Cheyenne suddenly said, getting looks from both Kyra and Barbra Jean.
"I think you should too...He needs to know what is going on...Anyways..I'll put down Elizabeth...I'll call you later...Love you.. ," he said and hung up. Cheyenne also hung up and looked at Barbra Jean.
"I'll call dad...he needs to come.. I don't care what happened between them..he needs to know...," she said with a shaky voice.
"Your mother would kill you Cheyenne..." Barbra Jean replied, but Cheyenne shook her head.
"She wrote a letter for him. Van found it earlier and he just told me about it." Before anyone else could say anything, Cheyenne got up and dialed the cell phone number of her father. She let it ring for a while until he picked up.
"Cheyenne?!" Brock said and smiled to himself.
"Hey daddy...," she said with a teary voice. Brock immediately knew something was wrong.
"Hey what's wrong?"
"Daddy...I...I...need you to come...to Houston...Mommy...she is...Mommy fainted and she is in the hospital...and...and it could be serious...please.." Cheyenne almost broke down again, but she felt Barbra Jeans arm around her shoulder.
"Why?...What happened?" Brock asked worried.
"She..is...daddy...please come..i will tell you everything..this isn't something i can tell you on the phone...please...Barbra Jean wants you too come too...please...," she begged and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I'll come...no worries..talk to you soon.." Brock quickly hung up and shot up from his chair. He was more than worried, so he walked to his assistant and told her, she should cancel every appointment for the next week, because of a family emergency. He rushed home and packed some stuff, quickly getting ready to drive down to Houston.
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Okay so Chapter Seven is done...I know it was kinda boring, but i hope you enjoyed it anyway...Please R&R...Feedback is always welcomed...good and bad :)
