A/N: Here's the epilogue, finally! I have to confess that I was so determined to get this done that I stayed up until two thirty in the morning finishing this, so I apologize if it was a little...off. So, thank you all so much for your great reviews, and I think I will have the next story up within the month.

Epilogue

The next day, Reba sat at her kitchen table, admiring the ring that had yet to leave her finger. Every member of her family, and Lori Ann, was in the living room for a "celebration party," as Barbara Jean had called it. The gathering had been tough to categorize, since they were celebrating both the blonde's pregnancy and Reba's engagement. She was in the kitchen because…well…her family had been there all day, and she was exhausted from the activity of the past few days. She needed a break.

And it didn't help that she…along with Adam…hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.

Smiling to herself, she continued playing with her ring, twisting it different ways to examine it from different angles. Though there was no big flashy diamond, the ring still managed to hold its own beautiful, perfect charm. The band was white gold, with a bunch of small diamonds together in a seemingly random pattern. Reba couldn't help but think it was fitting. Adam explained later on that he and Cheyenne had considered one or two larger diamonds when ring shopping. But since he wanted the diamonds to be symbolic of their impending life together, the thought of two lonely, simple diamonds didn't seem to make much sense.

This doesn't seem real, Reba thought to herself. Seven years ago, when her world was falling apart around her, this moment wouldn't have seemed possible. Even as she grew to accept her situation, she never envisioned that she would fall in love again. That just made finding Adam feel all the more special. Although, to her, Adam was special enough on his own.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Reba's head snapped up at the sound of Terry's voice. The angel was sitting across from her, a knowing grin on his face. Pretending to be exasperated, she replied, "Do you ever use the door?"

"Not if I can help it," Terry joked, leaning back on his chair. "So…are you enjoying yourself? Are you okay?"

Unable to help herself, she retorted, "Why, Terry, that almost sounds like genuine concern for my current feelings. I'm shocked."

"Oh come on, you can't still be mad," Terry argued. "I did all this for your benefit, you know. Most other guardian angels disagree, but I've always felt that a hands-on approach gets the best results…"

Reba chuckled, amused by his flustered expression. "Relax, I'm just teasin'. After all, if it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't have this," she explained, holding up her engagement ring.

Whistling in admiration, Terry gave it a close look and nodded in approval. "That is one beautiful ring. Congratulations, Reba."

"Thanks," Reba said, her smile wide. "And, thanks for, you know…everything. As much as I hate it when you do this, I've got to admit that it helped. Being in Barbara Jean's situation made me realize how lucky I am to have Adam and that I shouldn't let him go. But for the most part, it was being able to clear my head…well, not my head, but you get the idea…that helped the most. The way I was going, I don't think I ever would've been able to sort out my feelings for Adam, and in the long run it might have ruined our relationship. So, while there were times I wanted to strangle you…you really did me a big favor."

Terry shrugged with modesty, his face a light shade of red. "No problem. Honestly, most of the time this is just fun for me."

And there goes that touching moment, Reba thought, resisting the urge to smack him. That was always how it was when he was alive, too. No touching moment lasted long with his sense of humor. "You can't just accept a compliment, can you?"

"It was though!" Terry answered, chuckling. "Sure, I could do this angel thing the regular way, with vague 'signs from above,' appeals to your moral conscience, and all that crap, but what's the fun in that? You gotta admit, it's made your life much more interesting."

"As if it wasn't interesting enough," Reba muttered while she shook her head in disbelief. Sure, I'm the only human being stuck with a rebel guardian angel.

The living room erupted in laughter, startling the both of them. For a moment, Reba had almost forgotten there was a party in the other room. As if on cue, Terry got up from the table. "Hey, where you goin'?" Reba asked.

"Well, you've got your party to get back to…"

Reba got up from her seat and began pulling him towards the living room. "When have you ever been one to turn down a party? Come on!"

"Whoa, wait, Reba!" Terry protested, trying to free his hand from hers. "Brock's in there!"

Hesitating, Reba tried to make sense of his argument. "Don't worry, he knows about you. Everyone in there does."

Terry squirmed, his eyes not meeting hers. "That's not what I meant. Um, the last time I saw Brock…well, I wasn't exactly on his good side…"

"Oh…my…Lord…" Reba gasped. But this wasn't out of shock. She began to laugh so hard she needed to pause for breath. "Oh, this…is…rich! You're afraid of Brock!"

Glaring at her, Terry argued, "I am not 'afraid of Brock.' I'm just….worried…that I might not be well received given that the last time I saw him…I wanted to kill him…"

Oh yeah, Reba thought. Brock never tried to get in touch with Terry after college. So the last time was that night that we told Terry that I was leaving him for Brock…shoot, I'm surprised Terry was willing to be my guardian angel in the first place, after what I did to him. Swallowing her guilt, not for the first time, she took Terry's arm and once again began to guide him toward the door. "Come on. Brock will have to deal with it."

"How are you doing?" Reba asked, sneaking over to Adam a little while later. The party was winding down, with only Brock, Barbara Jean, (Henry had fallen asleep an hour ago and put to bed upstairs) and Terry left. She'd noticed her fiancé standing in a corner and decided to check up on him.

Shaking his head, Adam put his arm around his shoulders as he looked at the three remaining partygoers on the couch. "Honestly, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that you're best friends with your ex-husband's mistress, or that your guardian angel comes to your parties."

"Most days it's a toss up for me too," Reba laughed, giving him a quick kiss. "But you'll get used to it."

"Looking forward to it," Adam chuckled. "So tell me…what's going on with Brock and Terry? Once Brock got over the initial shock, he seemed a little tense."

Reba laughed again as she replayed the priceless reaction in her head. Even more so than anyone else she'd told, Brock had totally freaked out at the sight of Terry. He admitted to her afterward that he was horrified that Terry would still be angry about what he did. "Well, Terry, Brock and I have a very long history…"

"Oh, God, no more surprises, please!" Adam begged, putting a finger over her lips.

Figuring that he'd been through enough, Reba only nodded in agreement. "Okay, okay, I'll spare you."

Smiles on their faces, the two held hands as they joined the group on the couch, catching the end of what Brock was saying. "…and it's not that I was running away from you, per se…" Brock was explaining to Terry in a thin attempt to explain his cowardice. "But Reba had just broken up with you. I-I wanted to give you time to digest the information."

"And you figured I'd have more time if you burned rubber on your way out the door?" Terry retorted.

At that point in the conversation, Barbara Jean was glaring at her husband with disproval. "You just up and left Reba to fend for herself like that?"

"Well…it's not like Terry would've hit a girl," Brock defended.

Adam sighed and whispered to Reba, "No wonder you divorced him."

"Eh, that I forgave him for. Terry did look like he was ready to kill Brock," Reba whispered back.

Interrupting Brock's arguments, Terry said, "Look, that was what, twenty years ago? Get over it, man. I'm dead – what the hell do I care anymore?"

"Huh…interesting point," Brock replied, effectively rendered speechless for the moment.

"Well, it's been great, but I have to go," Terry said, standing up. "You know, other business to attend to and all that. Congratulations to all of you…and Reba, I'll see you soon." With that, he disappeared.

Ignoring the shocked looks on the others' faces, Reba closed her eyes for a brief second. "See you soon"? Oh, Lord… Opening her eyes again, she pushed that thought out of her head. Looking toward Brock and Barbara Jean, she asked, "So, are you two heading out soon?"

Barbara Jean was about to argue, but maybe for the first time in her life, she caught Reba's quiet insistence to get out and nodded. "Yeah, but we wanted to ask you two something."

"Now we realize this might be a little…unconventional…" Brock began. At his words, the four of them cracked up. "Seriously now, we realize this might not be appropriate here, but we were wondering…"

"If you two could be the baby's godparents," Barbara Jean finished, a huge smile on her face.

Reba's jaw dropped, trading stunned looks with an even more shocked Adam. Her mind flashed back to Brock and Barbara Jean's wedding and her inappropriate attendance, but…this was different. They'd both sat down and talked about their decision and thought that she and her fiancé would be the best godparents for their baby. When Adam smiled, she nodded. "Of course."

"We'd be honored," Adam added.

After Barbara Jean hugged her out of excitement, Reba got up from the couch. "Now, both of you – out!"

"And we're back," Brock muttered. It was a few more minutes until they'd gotten Henry and were out the door.

Finally left alone, Adam put his arm around Reba as they settled down on the couch. "Reba…I love your family…but have you all ever considered therapy?"

"Been there, done that, declared normal," Reba answered. And enjoyed the cute, incredulous look on his face as she leaned in to kiss him.