A note for the readers: Reba didn't call because her phone had died. You'll find that out later in the story (but now you know) and it's AU so BJ and Brock are not married. Also the kids are a little younger. Cheyenne is 15 and pregnant but Van isn't in the picture. Kyra is 9 and Jake is turning 5

"I'm tired of it too," Lori Ann said.

"Great," Brock replied, "So stop coming to my door at midnight."

"NOT UNTIL YOU STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO REBA," Lori Ann yelled.

Brock put a finger to his lips and said softly, "You're gonna wake the kids"

"No I'm not," Lori Ann said, "You're a monkey's butt"

"You sound like Reba," Brock said.

"Don't tell me who I sound like," Lori Ann said, "I know who I sound like. I meant to sound like Reba. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Actions have consequences Lori Ann," Brock said, "And Reba needs to understand that. She held me accountable when I screwed up. She needs to be held accountable now. I mean after all there is only six more weeks till the end of summer and she has the kids on Saturday and Sunday during the summers so she's not really missing that much. I missed EIGHT MONTHS. She's missing 12 days. I think she'll live"

"And I think you're a monkey's butt," Lori Ann said.

Her phone rang.

"Oh this is weird," she said, "I'm not on call tonight"

She picked it up.

"Dr. Garner speaking," she said.

She paused.

"I'll be right there," she said.

She hung up.

"Lori Ann what's wrong," Brock asked seeing the terror in her eyes.

"Reba's in the hospital," Lori Ann said, "She hit her head and she has some inner bleeding and memory loss."

Brock felt like he was about to collapse.

"H-how bad is it," he asked.

"I don't know," Lori Ann said, "We have to go. NOW!"

"Wait," Brock said, "I'll call my neighbor Barbara Jean to come and watch the kids"

"That lady has peas for brains," Lori Ann said, "Let me call my sister."

"Fine," Brock said not wanting to argue.

Lori Ann called her sister Hazel who came down within ten minutes. After Hazel got there they drove off to the hospital to see Reba.

It turned out her memory loss was partial amnesia. She thought it was around the time that she and Brock were still married and she was pregnant with Cheyenne.

"Brock," Reba said smiling the minute she saw him, "I'm so glad you took the day off from work to come to the ultrasound. I know it's way too soon but what are you hoping for a girl or a boy."

Brock didn't say anything at first. He was dazed and confused.

"I mean... it is our first child and I know most men want boys first but will you be disappointed if it's a girl?"

"Not at all," he told her smiling.

He decided to play along, "In fact I bet it is a girl. I bet she's beautiful with blonde hair and blue eyes and she'll have your strength and my nose"

"Well I hope she has your nose," Reba said, "Mine is awful"

Brock laughed... tears filling his eyes.

"Reba," he said, "I love you. I know that I can be a horse sometimes but I do love you. I hate all the times we fight and all the times we might fight in the future."

"Come here," Reba said.

She gave him a hug.

"You're not a horse," she told him, "You're my husband and I love you"

The next day Reba's memory was back but she still had some bleeding and the doctor recognized that she was losing her sight.

"It's only temporary," Lori Ann assured Reba, "Just until the swelling goes down in your brain"

Brock came in a few hours later.

"Reba," he said, "I heard that you're blind"

"Come to rub it in," she asked.

"No," Brock said, "Reba I would never do that"
He took her hand.

"Reba I love you," he said, "and it was my fault that you're in this mess in the first place. I'm going to be your eyes until you get better."

"If you love me why would you do what you did," Reba asked.

"Foolishness," he said, "Pride, stupidity, being a monkey's butt, and it doesn't matter anyway because believe me I regret it. Believe me I take back everything I say. I just was stupid."

"I can't let them see me like this. I'm blind. It will scare them!"

"It won't scare them," Lori Ann assured Reba putting a little more morphine in her IV. Reba had a horrible headache from hitting her head.

"How did you hit your head anyway," Brock asked.

"It was Friday around midnight," Reba said, "I was upset. I had a glass of wine and I don't handle wine well. I got a little drunk and fell from the steps."

Brock gasped.

"Reba if I had any idea that what I had done was going to cause you to hurt yourself in any way I never would have done it. I wasn't even gonna stick to it anyway," he added truthfully, "I just was trying to prove a point. I was going to talk to you later... I thought about getting mad or not but definitely admitting I was wrong and retracting what I said. I didn't realize... oh GOD I could have killed you"

"Don't torment yourself Brock," Reba said, "That's my job," she added playfully.

He sat down by her bed and held her hand until she fell asleep. He promised her he would be back later. And he would bring the kids.