A/N: Hey there guys! :) I've been meaning to get back to this story, but I've been suffering from some severe writers' block. It sucks. Anyways, here's something for ya. Enjoyyyyy.

Reba's mind went nuts. Why in the world would Barbra Jean be calling her husband at this time of night? Her suspiscions grew stronger and stronger.

Reba looked down at Brock, who was still sound asleep. Then she took his phone and ran out into the hallway with it. She answered it. "Hart residence."
The other person hesitated, then said, "Hi... who is this?"

"I said Hart residence. What do you want?" Reba didn't really care if she sounded rude.

"This is Barbra Jean Booker... is Brock there?"

"It's late, he's asleep," Reba snapped. "What do you want?"

"First of all, who in the world is this?" asked Barbra Jean.

"This is Brock's wife, Reba."

Barbra Jean gasped. "Wife? No, no, no, I think I've got the wrong house."

"If you asked for Brock Enroll Hart of Houston, Texas then this is the right place."

The other line was silent. "Well... what's he look like?"

"He's orange- it's a fake tan- he cares too much about his looks, kinda chubby, tall, cuddles like a manatee-" She realized she was going too far.

Barbra Jean breathed heavily. "Like a manatee...? Oh my... I'm Brock's girlfriend. If you're telling the truth then..."

Reba's heart sank to the soles of her feet. The phone nearly slipped out of her hand. Brock had an affair going and she didn't even know that he was a married man?

That liar!

Reba's body filled with fury, rage, anger... she was too mad to be sad. She grabbed some of her red hair and pulled it a little to keep from going back to the bedroom and strangling her husband. "WHAT?!" Reba yelled. "You bi-"

"I know I am!" Barbra Jean cried. "Mrs. Hart, I'm so sorry! I had no idea! Brock never said anything about anyone else!"

Reba calmed down a little. Was this girl actually apologizing to her? "Wait- you're sorry?"

"Lord yes!" Barbra Jean cried. "If I'd have known, I would have never... I'm an adulterer! I'm gonna go to hell!" Reba flinched as she heard a PFF PFF PFF noise on the other end. "Noooooo!" Now Reba could hear Barbra Jean crying.

She sighed. "No, just... calm down for a-"
"HELLLLLLL!"

Reba covered the receiving end of the phone with her hand and rushed downstairs before this girl woke everyone in the house up. She ran to the kitchen. "Calm down!" she said a little louder.

"Easy for you to say!" Barbra Jean yelled. "You haven't done anything wrong! Oh Lord, I've committed a sin against the Ten Commandments! Mrs. Hart, hell's gonna be hotttt!" Barbra Jean whimpered, then Reba heard that PFF noise again.

Reba rolled her eyes. "Shut up, you nut!"

Barbra Jean stopped whimpering so loudly. Reba sighed and said, "Look, you'll be fine. You didn't realize you were doing anything wrong... you didn't know Brock was married. I guess technically it wasn't a sin."

"I need to repent! Excuse me for a second. Don't hang up!"

"Now hang-"

There was a thump, then Reba heard Barbra Jean praying in the background. She rolled her eyes. Her husband fell for this girl?

A few minutes later, Barbra Jean said, "Okay... I'm... back... I feel like a new woman! I see-"

"Shut up!" Reba snapped. "Jeez, are you always this annoying?"

"Just during Leap Year," Barbra Jean responded.

Reba sat down at the kitchen table. "Uh, are you forgetting that my husband has been cheating on you and me both?"

Barbra Jean gasped. "YES!" Reba heard her start hyperventilating. "I can't go to hell! I've worked so hard all my life to get a nice spot in heaven!"

Reba rolled her eyes. "Just stop it, okay! Stop worrying about that right now! Brock has cheated on you and me both!"

Barbra Jean sighed. "This is awful..."

"I know," Reba agreed. "If anyone's an adulterer it's him."

"Well what are we gonna do about it?" asked Barbra Jean.

Reba looked over at the clock. 12:09. She sighed. "Look, I'm gonna write down your number. Tomorrow while Brock is at work, I'll call you again, and we'll talk."

"Alright, sounds good." She giggled. "Wow. Maybe we can be friends!"

Reba rolled her eyes. "Yeah, bye."

A/N: So there you go. Reba and Barbra Jean have met... sort of. Anywho, next chapter, Barbra Jean tells Reba she is pregnant by Brock. Dun dun dun. Review!