Almost as soon as the baby was born Reba fell asleep and Brock sat in a chair next to her, not leaving her side. Once she awoke she wanted to know how the baby was. The doctor hadn't told Brock so he decided that he would go down to check on their new baby girl. He got lost in the hallways, but finally made his way to the nursery. There, he saw their little girl in a clear box, with tubes everywhere. He felt so bad for her. Just then, he saw Dr. Horton, "Hi, Dr. Horton. I was hoping that I could get some information," Brock said.

"Oh, hello Brock. I was just upstairs with Reba, and she is doing just fine. She is much more comfortable now and she is watching TV. The only thing you have to watch is her appetite, but even that isn't a serious problem. Just make sure that she eats a little something today."

"Ok, well what about the baby? How is she doing?"

"Well, she is very early. Her lungs are under-developed and your daughter has many heart complications. It will be a miracle if she lives threw the night. We're very sorry."

"Ok, th-thank you doctor." He made his way back up to Reba's room in a trance. Then, told her the bad news. Reba broke down. This was what she feared.

"No! No, this isn't happening. No."

"Reba, they've tried everything they could. There is nothing more then can do."

"Stop! Just-Just STOP! Your talking like she is already gone."

"Honey, it's a miracle if she makes it through the night…"

They just sat in silence for a while. Then Dr. Horton came in. He was bringing the inevitable bad news. The news that their new baby, the little girl that they haven't even gotten the chance to name yet, had passed away.

The next day Reba was released from the hospital. After all this, she was going home childless. The whole way home Reba just stared out the window in tears. She hated feeling so lost.

About a block away from the house Brock pulled the car over on the side of the road.

"Reba, we need to talk." He pulled the keys out of the ignition and turned to face her. "I know that things have been bad, but I'm starting to worry about you. After this," he grabbed her left wrist where she had a scar from the razor she took to it, "and now that things haven't been going good for us…the family doesn't need anymore freak outs from you right now."

"Freak outs?!"

"Well what would you call it? Cutting yourself?! Where did you get an idea like that?"

"I don't know! A little thought popped into my head that I didn't deserve to be happy after ruining everyone's life."

"Baby, you have to understand that, yes--a baby is a big deal, but everyone would have gotten used to it. They would have gotten over it. BJ and I were over anyways, you didn't do anything wrong. I think everyone knew that we never really stopped loving each other." Brock tried to look into her eyes, to see that she was thinking, but she wouldn't look at him.

Reba sat there for a moment taking in all of this. "Brock," she said so quietly Brock didn't know if she was really talking, "I just want to go home."

"Ok. Just one more thing…what is going to happen to us?" Brock looked back over to Reba, who was now looking at him. They just sat there for a minute staring at each other….

"I-I love you Brock," Reba continued to speak in her hushed tone, "No matter what happens in the future, or to us, or even our family, nothing will change that." She just looked into his eyes for what seemed like hours but only turned out to be a few seconds. That she remembered from when they were married—she could always get lost in his eyes.

"Marry me," Brock said, never taking his eyes from hers.

"What?" Reba looked away, "Do you think this is really the right time? We just lost 3 family members and we are going to drop that on everyone?!"

"Yeah, well hear me out. Things have gone terribly wrong lately. The family needs good news. This could be the thing that could bring us all together." He said so hopefully.

"Everything that has happened so far was because we got back together. How would that help anyone?" Reba said with a look of confusion on her face.

"I just want to be a happy family again…it would be my dream come true if we were taking on all of life's challenges together—as a family." He finally put the keys back in the car and started it up.

Things were quiet between Reba and Brock the last few minutes of that car ride home. Then as he shut off the car Reba said, "Ok."

"Ok what?" Brock looked confused as he motioned her to wait a minute as he walked over to her side of the car.

He opened her door and she said, "Ok I'll marry you." Reba turned and smiled.

"You will?! Oh, that's great!" He lifted Reba from the car and twirled her around in his arms. "Careful with me Brock."

"Oh, sorry," He said as he let her stand on her own. "Hold on a second," Brock told her. Reba held onto the door for a minute until Brock could get a few things out of the trunk. Then he came back and put his free hand around Reba's waist to help hold her up as they walked to the house.

Brock was so excited! He couldn't wait to tell everyone! He just hoped they would take it well….