As they fought they made sure their tone didn't reach the children upstairs.
"How could you do that?!" she whispered as loud as she could, looking straight at him. He was staring into space thinking everything over. "Brock!" that caught his attention, "How could you do that? I trusted you!!"
"Barbra Jean I'm sorry. Really, I was just caught up in the moment. I haven't seen her in years! Please, you don't understand," he tried his best in defending himself.
"I-," just as Barbra Jean started to say, but the phone's ringing cut her off. Both of them turned to it but Brock got there first.
"Hello? This is he." he answered. Just then, while he listened, Barbra Jean watched as Brock stood in horror. It looked like someone had punched him in the stomach, as if someone was telling him the worst news of his life. He was so hurt, and it was killing Barbra Jean not knowing what was happening. "Yes…yes. Okay, thank you, I'll be right there," he said hanging up the phone. Barbra Jean just gave him a look that asked what?
"Reba has gotten into an accident. She is pretty messed up. Help me get the kids up, we have to go to the hospital," he said, almost in a trance. He couldn't believe that this would happen.
"Yeah, Okay, right behind you," Barbra Jean replied. She couldn't believe it either. She was angry with Reba, but she never would have wished that anything like this would happen. At one time she considered Reba to be her best friend. Oh, my God! This is horrible. She thought.
Brock couldn't even think straight. He walked to the kid's rooms and woke them, told them what was happening, then told them to get dressed and ready. Barbra Jean agreed to wait at home with Henry and Annabelle, but Brock promised to call with an update.
As he kissed Barbra Jean good-bye he knew that there was nothing but the kids left here for him. He wasn't in love with her. There was no passion, there never was. He felt wildfires with Reba, but nothing with Barbra Jean.
Kyra and Jake got into the car, and Brock gave Kyra his cell phone to call home and tell them what was going on. Jack was on his way, but he couldn't get a flight out until tomorrow night. Brock was all she had for right now.
They finally made it to the hospital, and there they were directed to a waiting room. There they sat for about two hours until Brock just couldn't take it anymore. No one had come out to update him on her situation, and he wasn't one for suspense. He walked over to her room and was stopped by a doctor. "Whoa!" the doctor motioned, "You can't go in there sir."
"Well then will someone tell me what is going on? Is she Okay? What's wrong? I don't know anything and I can't just sit and wait around when she could be dying for all I know!" He started to raise his voice.
"Sir, you're going to have to calm down. We are not completely sure what is wrong. She was hit by a speeding driver, and when we found her she was unconscious. We know that she has a few broken bones, but we are still performing tests to see if there is any internal bleeding or other life-threatening issues we would need to address. Now, we will update you immediately with any new information we find. Alright?" The doctor said with seriousness in his voice.
"She's pregnant." Brock told the doctor.
"Yes, we know. We're sorry, but there was no chance. We couldn't save the baby." The doctor told him.
Brock knew that the baby wasn't his own, but he knew how happy Reba was about the new baby and he was going to raise that kid like it was his own if she was willing to stay with him. He felt his heart drop and a lump form in his throat. He didn't know what to say. "Thank you, doctor."
"No problem. Any new information and I will personally come out and tell you myself."
"Yes, thank you," he told him as he turned back around. As he turned he caught a glimpse into Reba's room. He stopped and stood in awe. He couldn't believe how frail she looked. It killed him to see her like that. The scene before him tugged at his heat, and he couldn't help but let a tear fall down his face. After a minute he couldn't watch anymore. He whipped away his tears and returned to where the kids we're sitting.
"Daddy," Jake walked up to him. Brock could tell that he had been crying, "Is mom going to be okay?" He worriedly asked.
Brock picked him up and set him onto his lap. "Yes," he told him, "Mom is going to be just fine."
Brock didn't know what was going to happen, but he wasn't going to get his kid's become too worried.
As everyone sat and waited, Brock deliberated on his and Reba's future together. If Reba makes it, there is not stopping us. I'm not going to lose her again. He told himself…
It seems like tonight that my world fell from the sky
It seems like yesterday I didn't know how hard I could cry
It feels like tomorrow I may not get by
But I will try
I will try
Wipe the tears from my eyes
I'm beautifully broken
And I don't mind if you know it
I'm beautifully broken
And I don't care if I show it
Everyday is a new day
I'm reminded of my past
Everytime there's another storm
I know that it won't last
Every moment I'm filled with hope 'cause I get another chance
But I will try
I will try
Got nothing
Left to hide
Without the highs and the lows
Where would we go
Where would we go