Dear Readers-

Last week, my jump drive stopped working. It had my story, Believe in Love Again on it. The good part is that I had Chapters 1-10 backed up on my home computer. The bad part is that I was working on Chapter 11 and I hadn't backed it up on my home computer yet. I usually back up my chapters after I post them. I work on my story from several computers. I work on the story from home and from school. I have learned my lesson now. I'm backing up my chapters daily on the home computer from my new jump drive. The previous Chapter 11 was 16 pages long. I have had to recreate this work to the best of my memory. This takes time so I wasn't able to post Chapter 11 last Sunday. The new Chapter 11 is the usual length and it is posted this week for you. Thanks for understanding.

Now on with the story-

I don't own Reba or any of the character in this story right now. They belong to the writers of the REBA TV show. The characters of Kim Campbell, Sam Holliway, Jenny Miller, Nick Holliway and Josh Holliway from this story are my creation though.

I have also previously tried to write in the correct dialect. It's been pointed out to me that Reba's would say morons as mo-rons. I will fix this from here on out in the story. Sorry.

Note to readers: I want you to know that I am a Reba/Brock fan. This story is establishing the history of the couple. He was lucky to get her to marry him in the first place. He'll realize that a little bit more later on when he realizes that Reba may fall for Mike again in the present. For the purposes of the story, the current setting for the story is fall 2008 when the family is watching the video that Lori Ann made for Mike and Reba. Remember at the beginning of the story, Reba wakes up in Vegas after a night that she can't quite remember and the story reveals how she got there. The first thing is establishing the relationships and history. This will bring the skeletons out of the closet for both Brock and Reba, and then you get to see how they deal with it. The story will go forward from the back-story into establishing how Reba got to Vegas and who's with her. Brock needs to have a challenge to face. He's put her through so much in the last six years. Trying to get back together with her won't be easy for him. She deserves a love affair better than she's had so far.

Previously- Reba's face softened. She was struck by a pain in her left arm. "I don't feel good all of a sudden. Mike, why are there two of you standing there? I'm dizzy."

Reba fell to the floor. Mike ran to her. "Reba, honey, wake up! Terry, call an ambulance." Mike started performing CPR on her. The scene went to black.

What will happen to Reba? Will the ambulance reach her in time? Will she ever wake up?

Of course! That was meant to be a cliffhanger used for dramatic effect. Of course, she wakes up because that happened in 2002. At the beginning of the story, she wakes up in Vegas in 2008.

It's 2002 in the story. What happens between 2002 and 2008? What happens in the present? Keep reading to find out more!

Author's note-The story picks up from the first season of Reba. Brock has announced that he's going to marry Barbra Jean because she is pregnant with his child. Cheyenne's pregnancy has been revealed. Cheyenne and Van were married just like in the pilot episode. There's just one big problem that Reba has to face so she's going back to get Mike's help. Reba feels humiliated and alone. She doesn't know what to do, except turn to someone who will show her love and support. She is also extremely vengeful toward Brock and Barbra Jean.

Now on with our story-

The next scene came on. Reba was lying in a hospital bed. To the casual observer, it would appear that she was sleeping peacefully. The reality was far grimmer. Mike was sitting in a chair by her bedside. His head hung down and his hands covered his face. Lori Ann was behind the camcorder. She was talking to Mike.

"What if she never wakes up?"

"You can't talk like that, Mike! She's gonna make it. She's got so much to live for. Oh my God, Brock and the kids don't even know what's happened to her. We've got to call him. He's her husband."

"Divorce papers were filed. Her next of kin is listed as her fiancé and her parents. We've done a good job of making decisions for her care so far. We have to think about what Reba would want us to do. Do you really think that she wants him here? Her parents would move heaven and earth to make sure that she'll get better."

"I don't like Brock either, but they're still married. If she doesn't get better, we're gonna have to tell him something. Right now, he thinks that she's dropped off the face of the earth. I have to wonder what he's told the kids. Poor little Jake is sick. Brock thinks that she's running around with you and she's not answering her phone. Reba would never do that. She's not that kind of mother. We have to do something to wake her up. Sing to her again, Mike. She loves it when you sing to her."

Mike picked up his guitar that was beside his chair and began to play an old favorite song of theirs from their teen years, "Thirteen".

Won't you let me walk you home from school
Won't you let me meet you at the pool
Maybe Friday I can
get tickets for the dance
and I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad, "Get off my back"
Tell him what we said 'bout 'Paint It Black'
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you.
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of
Would you be an outlaw for my love
If it's so, well, let me know
If it's "no", well, I can go
I won't make you

When he was finished playing the song, he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. She began to stir. Her eyelids slowly opened.

"Hi."

"Hi, Sal. You've had us worried for awhile."

"Where am I? What happened?"

"Don't you remember? You were in the kitchen with Mike making breakfast when you complained about not feeling well. You were dizzy and seeing double before you fell to the floor. Mike gave you CPR until the ambulance arrived. Your heart stopped a couple of times in the ambulance. You were gone for about four minutes. They induced hypothermia to reduce the chances of brain damage. You've been in a coma for three days."

"That's why I'm cold. I hate the cold. I need another blanket. I can't stand being this cold. That's why I live in Texas. I can't thank you enough, Jack. I guess you saved my life. Apparently, I need to be rescued a lot."

"Like I'm gonna let my wife die, not a chance in hell."

"What did the doctor say about the baby? Is she okay?"

"She's gone, darlin'. I'm so sorry. You started bleeding just before we got in the ambulance. The doctors did everything that they could, but they said that we could try again when you're feeling better."

"I'm not ready for that right now. You know I heard things while I was unconscious. You should've called Brock, you mo-ron. I've never stayed out of touch from the kids this long."

"Reba, we didn't know what you wanted. We were worried about saying the wrong thing. Did you want Brock to be told?" Lori Ann interjected.

"I guess you're right, Lori Ann. I'm going through a divorce and Brock can use this to get custody of the kids. Okay, you two, just so we're clear, this never happened! I'm in the hospital for minor surgery and that's all. The ironic thing is that for four minutes Brock and BJ didn't have to worry about getting the divorce over with."

"Don't talk like that, Reba. Honestly, you have to know that there is no way that Brock would find joy in finding out that you died. He's an idiot, but you're the mother of his children," Lori Ann replied.

"So is Barbra Jean. I'm standing in their way."

Mike sat beside Reba in the hospital bed and put his arm around her. He kissed the top of her forehead. "No, he's standing in our way. We're the ones who need the path clear so we can get married. With any luck, it'll be sooner than later."

"You're lucky that I'm such a damsel in distress. It's nice to know that you'll always be there when I need you. I don't deserve you."

"I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. I've done you wrong and you still love me."

"Yes, well, it's easy. You're my best friend and I've loved you all my life. It's destiny."

"I want to thank you for coming back. Everything is gonna be okay. We'll handle this together."

"You don't understand, do ya? As far as everyone is concerned, we're gonna act like this never happened. There was no baby. If anyone asks, we'll tell them that it was a false alarm. I'm serious. We're never gonna talk about this again. What happens in Oklahoma, stays in Oklahoma."

"That applies to Vegas. Sal, honey, this is what you did after John died. It's not healthy for you. I'm here for you, if you need to talk about anything."

"I know, but this is the way that I want to handle this right now. I'm sorry. I can't handle anything more right now. Why don't you go home, shower, and get something to eat?"

"Excellent idea, Reba. Mike, don't worry about a thing. I'll stay with Reba and if she needs you I'll call you right away."

"Sure. I'll check in with your parents. I'm sure that they would like to know that you're awake. I'm so glad that you're gonna be okay. I've never been more relieved in my life." Mike held her tightly for a couple of minutes before getting up to leave the room. Lori Ann set the camcorder down on a table and took his place in the chair next to Reba's bed.

"You know that thing about seeing your life flash before your eyes when you're about to die is true. Do you want to know what I saw?"

"What did ya see, Reba?"

"I saw Brock. I saw everything that I've ever experienced with him flash in front of my eyes in a flash. I knew that I was about to die and I saw Brock's face. He's the last thing that I thought about while I was dying."

"That's huge. You should try talkin' to him again."

"What am I gonna say to Brock? I lied. I've been foolin' around on my husband because I was trying to hide a pregnancy. I lost our baby. I feel like I'm lost everything in the world. The thing is that I really wanted this baby, even if no one else did. It was my last connection to Brock. It was proof that our marriage wasn't a complete disaster because we actually loved each other 'til the end. He's not gonna believe that though. I threw Mike in his face the other day. What do I do now? I think that I still want to be with Brock, but I can't face him after this. I love Mike, too. This is so wrong. I realize that I'm not being fair to Mike. I love him, but I'm not in love with him. I'm still in love with my husband. I'm really scared."

"Don't worry. I'll call Brock. It'll be okay. I'll make sure that he doesn't overreact."

"Okay. Go ahead. I'm ready."

Lori Ann picked up the phone to make the call. "Hi, Brock. This is Lori Ann. I know that you've been worried.

She hasn't been able to call you because she's in the hospital, McAlester Regional Hospital. She just got out of surgery.

She's gonna be okay, but she's worried about the kids.

Yes, I know. I've told her that. She's in a hospital bed, worrying about you being mad at her.

Here, I'll let you talk to her."

Lori Ann handed the phone to Reba.

Reba got caught up in a flashback. She remembered that conversation with Brock vividly.

"Hi, Brock. How're the kids?"

"Hi, honey. The kids are fine. Jake is doing better. His fever is down. How are you? What happened?"

"I had to have my appendix removed. It's no big deal. I'll be fine."

"You don't sound fine. You sound really weak. Are you sure that you're okay?"

"Brock, I just woke up from- from major surgery. Of course, I sound tired and weak. My body has been through a lot in the past few days. I'll be okay soon."

"I'm sorry that I gave you a hard time the other night. I didn't realize how sick you were. You know that I would never want to hurt you like that."

"Like you're so afraid of hurting me? I've been sick for awhile and my husband didn't even bother to notice. Too late."

"If you went in for surgery, then why wasn't I contacted? I'm your husband. Anything could've happened to you in the operating room. Why didn't the doctors call me?"

"We have divorce papers filed, Brock. My parents are legally listed as my next-of-kin. I didn't want to bother you with this. You've got enough to worry about at home with the kids."

"I told you last night that I wanted to do somethin' about that. We can still try to work on things. I don't like this. You're so far away. You needed surgery and I wasn't contacted. Was Mike contacted?"

"Yes. He was with me when I was admitted to the hospital."

"Does that mean that you are with him now? What does that mean for us?"

"No, I'm not sure if I'm gonna be with Mike. He just helped me work through some stuff. I had to. We are whatever you want us to be. You live in the condo with your pregnant mistress, whom you plan to marry once our divorce is final. That speaks volumes to me about what you want."

"I was tryin' to do the right thing, especially if our marriage was gonna be over. She's the mother of my child. I have to take care of her, too. That doesn't mean that I have to live with her. I still have a wife and a family. I'd like to come home and take care of all of you. Can we work this out?"

"I don't know. Marriage is a lot of hard work for both people in the relationship."

"I know that. I'm doing my part right now. I promise to keep helping you more with the kids. You don't have to do everything by yourself. You are not alone in this. We can work together to take care of these children. We have a wonderful family."

"Yes, we do. How are things goin' over there?"

"Jake is still in bed sick, but not as bad as before. Kyra is fighting with Cheyenne again. Cheyenne and Van can't keep their hands off each other."

Reba laughed softly. "They're married. They're gonna try to have sex. They've already done it before and we've got a grandchild on the way."

"Well, I haven't had sex in two months. I think that Van and Cheyenne should be able to control themselves for a few days."

"I find that hard to believe, Brock. You have a mistress who is at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day."

"Why would I want to have sex with Barbra Jean when I still want to make love to my wife?"

"Since when?"

"Since you kissed me two months ago. There's still somethin' there. After that night, I haven't wanted to do anything with Barbra Jean."

"That's hard to believe, Brock. I left two months ago because I saw the two of you together, kissing in your office. You have pictures of the two of you in your office. The evidence speaks for itself."

"That's why you left town? You never did tell me why you left. Why didn't you talk to me about it? If I'd known that you were hurt, I'd never have given up on us. I wouldn't have started having a relationship with BJ. Look, I was friends with Barbra Jean at first. We were separated and she listened to my problems. She had a crush on me. She took pictures of us and she put them up in the office. I'd slept with her once, but that was enough for her to think that we'd actually had a relationship. It was a mistake, honey; a mistake that I would take back if I could. She made a move on me in the office that day two months ago. I was thrown off by it. I was lonely and she was there. She was warm, willing, and coming on to me all the time. I didn't stop her from continuing to kiss me at first. That's my fault. I know that. If you would've come in five minutes later, you would've seen me rejecting her advances. You came home and we had that night together. I knew that you were the only one I wanted right away. I haven't looked at BJ that way since then. I swear."

"That's a convenient story, Brock. You didn't talk to me for two days after. We haven't talked about that night at all. You had two months to talk to me about it. You acted like it didn't even happen. I'm sitting in the therapist's office begging you to come home and you announce to me that you wanted a divorce in front of our kids. Actions speak louder than words, you mo-ron."

"What about you? I waited for you to say something, anything. You treated me like the whole thing didn't happen, too. You acted just like you did before. I'm not gonna beg ya to wanna be with me. I want you to wanna be my wife. You didn't even talk to me in court. After court, I figured that we were over. I proposed to BJ as soon as I found out that she was pregnant. Before you ask, I want to let you know that I made sure that she was really pregnant. After that, we were in the therapist's office and I figured that it was too late to turn back. We had to deal with Cheyenne and Van's situation. After that, you left town. I call you and find out that you're staying with Mike in his apartment. I heard you tell Lori Ann that you couldn't come to the phone because you're busy having sex. You're not with me so I had to wonder who you're having sex with. Later, you come on to me on the phone because you thought that it was Mike on the phone. You smash the "sixteen and a half" good years because you think that being married to me is so awful. You made a relationship that ended twenty years ago more important than being with me. That really hurt, Reba. I still tried to talk you into getting back together. You were being unreasonable. You were throwing a fit because I don't want another baby. It seems to me that you want to have another child more than you want to be married to me. You're with Mike because he is willing to do whatever you want. You accuse me of acting like a spoiled child. Shouldn't you take a look in the mirror? People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, honey."

"I wish that I could explain it to you. I just can't. I was really sick and I didn't even know how serious it was. I'm trying to make good decisions now. I'm trying to tell you what I need in order to move forward in the marriage. If we can't see eye to eye on something that is so important to me, then how can we hope that everything will work out for us? I'm a mother and I'm trying to do the right thing for the kids. The kids and I deserve to be really and truly happy."

"I can't believe that we're still fighting about the same issue again. You really don't want this to work out, do ya? Do you honestly think that I don't want you and the kids to be happy? How is being divorced a good thing for our kids? These are our kids, Reba. I guess that you'd want anyone else to be their father right now, but the fact is that I am your husband and I am their father. We're gonna have to get past a lot of things in order to raise these kids together, whether we're married or divorced."

"I know that. I think that you can try to make us happy, but I think that things will just go back to the way that they were before. The kids deserve for the fighting to stop. We haven't fought in front of them for about six months now. They are finally doing better. I never said that I didn't want you to be their father. You're just putting words in my mouth, Brock."

"Look at the facts, Reba. You ended up in the hospital and you listed your parents as your next of kin, instead of your husband. You obviously didn't want me there. I've done everything I can lately to show ya that I can be the husband that you want. I'm here taking care of the kids while you left town. I haven't even talked to Barbra Jean in almost two weeks. I called you to plead my case and you shot me down. You would prefer to go running to Mike of all people! It's not like he's much better for ya than I am. He left you at the altar. He barely managed an explanation the next morning. He left you to ride home with me in Vegas. He wanted to take away your job and the life that you had planned together. You had to beg him to let you keep your job. That's what I remember. I also remember that you begged him to marry you after you found out that you were pregnant. He's claimed responsibility as the father of the child, but he didn't love you enough to marry you. He married another woman. He just let you leave town on your own. I offered to marry you. I found you when you were in trouble. I repeatedly asked you to marry me. I helped you deliver the baby. You turned me down again because he finally showed up at the last minute. Do you think that your blood pressure would've been so high if you weren't living under those circumstances? Did you have any other problems when you were pregnant with Cheyenne, Kyra, or Jake? No, you didn't. I took good care of you, honey. You know that."

"I know that. You used to carry me around back then. You would barely let me walk because you were so worried that something would happen to me. I'm not denying that. Somewhere between then and now, we've lost whatever we had between us. You just slowly let go of me and built a life around what made you happy. Our fighting didn't make either of us happy."

"I'm willing to work on things. I've tried everything that I can to convince you of that. You accused me of acting like a child. You actually compared me to a child. It's not that I only wanted you after Mike wanted you. It is not a sudden decision to want to be with you. If you want to be with Mike, I'm not gonna stop you, but I know that there is a real possibility that things may not work out as well as you hope for. I'm saying this as your friend. As the father of your children, I do have to be concerned about the effect that another bad relationship could have on them. He lives in Oklahoma. Do you really plan to move there? Do you even care 'bout my relationship with our kids? We've got a good custody arrangement now. Do you want to take Cheyenne and Van away from Westchester High School during their senior year on top of everything else that those two have to deal with? How do you plan to make all of this work?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. I just got here a few days ago. I haven't made any decisions yet. I just know that Mike and I have talked. He's been very clear about what he wants. He's apologized for the past. I forgive him. I've known him too long to keep holding on to the anger. I want him in my life. I don't know what that means yet. He used to be your best friend, Brock. You should want him back in our lives as a friend."

"Of course, he would say whatever you want to hear. He's very good at that. I watched him do that for a long time before we got together. As far as having another child, your health is an issue. You'd be at risk for things to go wrong at your age. I just don't think that it would be physically possible for us to have another child. I remember what happened when you were pregnant with John."

"Don't you throw that in my face! He was my child. No matter what, I do not regret having him. I was better off being his mother than I would've been without that blessing. Another child would be a gift. Cheyenne is seventeen years old and she gets to have her own miracle with her own husband. Barbra Jean is thirteen years younger than you and you chose to be with her once. She gets to be the mother of your child. Do you know how hard it has been for me to see you with her? No matter what you are gonna be tied to her forever through that child. Do you blame me for wanting another blessing like that? It's about love. It's just that simple. I know for a fact that it is not physically impossible for us to have another child. Believe me. We should love each other enough to be open to the possibility. You want to dismiss the idea without even discussing it with me calmly. I did the research on the risks. I know what's involved. I know that you don't want to hear this, but I want a fresh start in my life. I want to be happy in a good relationship with a man that really loves me. I'd like to celebrate that love with another child before I am too old to have one."

"Does it even matter who the guy is? You just want a child and you'll do what you have to in order to get one because you hear your biological child ticking. We're gonna have a new baby in our house soon. You'll be holding a new baby in your arms soon. We'll be helping Cheyenne and Van raise our grandchild. I don't mean to bring up the past, but I think that this is important. I was willing to marry you before when you were pregnant with John. I wanted to help you raise your child. The possibility existed that Mike would've showed up to try to claim him someday and I didn't care. I wanted you no matter what. You would've married me if Mike hadn't showed up. I loved you enough to raise your child with you and love him as ours. Believe me, I loved that baby. You said once that biology wasn't important because love mattered. If that's true, then why can't you love my child the same way? Do you honestly think that we can handle three brand new babies in our home at the same time when we're just rebuilding our marriage? What would it do to us if you lost another baby? Have you even considered that?"

"Yes, Brock, I have. I've given this a lot of thought over the past two months. I believe that if we were really committed to each other, then it would work out. If you made the changes for us, I think that we'd be stronger than before. I thought about what would happen if we'd accidentally got pregnant. It's not like we haven't done that before. None of our children were actually planned in advance. I thought that it would be nice to actually have a planned baby. When we tell the kids the story about how we broke up and got back together, we'd tell them that we loved each other so much that we'd never break up again. We'd have a new person out of that love, someone who looked like a little bit of you and a little bit of me or someone who looked like a little bit of each of our other children. That would be a beautiful way to always remember our marriage and our life together. It would be stronger and last longer than it did the first time. It would make accepting your new child easier for me. Do you think that I wanna be jealous of BJ? I hate feeling that way."

"You have nothin' to be jealous of. I made a mistake. It's not like you haven't done that yourself. Why should you be jealous of her when she'll be alone and you've got me in your arms? Isn't that what it's all about? Us, staying together. That's the point. One night doesn't erase eighteen years of marriage unless we let it. I'm even willing to forgive whatever it is that you have goin' on in Oklahoma. I won't ask until you're ready to talk to me about it. I can even fly up there tonight and talk to ya about working things out. I miss you. I really wanna see ya. Come on, honey, we can get through this. Come home. I love you."

"Okay, I'll come home as soon as I'm released from the hospital. Please don't come here. I don't think that would be good for either of us. I can't handle any stress right now. I don't want this to get out of hand. The kids need us and I don't wanna start fighting again. I love you, too, Brock. I'll call you again as soon as I can."

"Okay, honey, I'll be right here waiting for ya. I don't think that you realize how much I love you. I don't want to make your recovery worse. I'll just stay here with the kids and keep taking care of things like I've been doin'. Night, Reba."

"I do feel better knowin' that the kids have ya there. We'll sit down and talk when I get home. I believe you when you say that you love me. I'm just so mad at ya for everything that's been goin' on for the past year. I'll see you soon. I really do love you, Brock. Goodnight."

Reba's memory of the conversation ended and she began to watch the tape again. She saw Mike entering the hospital room as her conversation with Brock ended. He was holding a bouquet of red roses. Mike's smile faded into a look of dismay.

"What's goin' on here, Reba? Did I just hear you telling Brock that you love him?" he asked."

"Craaap!" she responded.

What will happen to Reba and Mike? Will she walk out on Mike again? Will she get back together with Brock?

It's 2002. What happens in the year 2008? Stay tuned to find out in the next chapter!

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