A/N: I can't believe it's been so long since I've updated; hope you enjoy this last chapter=)
Two weeks later, Reba and Brock sat in the courtroom. Brock squeezed Reba's hand and she smiled softly.
"We're not leaving here without our little girl." Brock said. Reba shook her head without taking her eyes off the table.
"We've been hiding for months. I think it's time to come out." Brock said. Reba looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
"I'm just afraid we'll lose our granddaughter forever." Just then, the lawyer walked over.
"We have a case for rape against Kyra's teacher, but they could get you guy for violence and taking Reba across state lines." Reba and Brock looked at him.
"He's not even on her birth certificate; he can't get us for taking our granddaughter to another state." The lawyer nodded.
"I just want you to be prepared for anything." Brock nodded. Reba shook her head.
"All rise." Brock and Reba stood hand in hand as the judge walked through the door and stood behind his desk.
"Be seated." He sat down. "This is the Hart v. Meyer case?"
"Yes." The bailiff said.
"Would the counsel please approach the bench?" Mr. Meyer's lawyer and Brock's walked up and Brock put his arm around Reba.
'We aren't going to lose Reba." He said and kissed the side of her head. He believed that, but he wanted to make sure he was positive. He, too, didn't want to leave Reba with that man; even if he is her father.
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Reba held Brock's hand so tightly it almost turned purple. They were waiting for the verdict of the case. The jury had just come back in. Brock and Reba watched them file into the room .
"Reba, I need my hand." He got his hand out of her grip and stretched it Brock worked on getting the feeling back in his hand. The judge looked at them.
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" He asked.
"We have your honor." A woman replied standing up. She looked at Brock and Reba, then over at Mr. Meyer's. "Based on the evidence, we find the defendant, guilty." The judge smacked his gavel.
"The defendant will spend twenty years in prison and is not allowed to be anywhere near the Hart family, or teach in a classroom near small children. Reba and Brock Hart are going to raise their granddaughter because the victim of the defendant's assault is still a minor. Case closed." Reba looked at Brock and they hugged.
"See, we get to keep our granddaughter." Brock said. Reba nodded and wiped her eyes.
"Where is little Reba?" Reba asked.
"I'm not sure." He kissed her. "I'm just glad we can go back to Houston." Brock paused. "I missed the house and our family being together. I'm tired of all the hiding." Reba nodded.
"I am too." A case worker walked over carrying six month old Reba Eleanor Hart."
"I wanted to bring this beautiful little girl to her grandma." Reba took her and smiled.
"Thank you. I'm so glad to have her back. Kyra will be thrilled. She was so cared to think that her teacher would get the baby." The case worker nodded.
"I understand." She stated. "From everything you all have said during the case, I'm surprised that you guys didn't abort the child and you've gone everywhere to protect her." Reba started at her granddaughter for the longest time before she looked up.
"When she told us she was pregnant, the last thing I thought of was abortion. I wasn't going to let my daughter kill an innocent child; but she didn't want it either." The case worker nodded.
"I understand." She walked away and Brock leaned over Reba's shoulder to stare at Reba. She smiled down at her granddaughter.
"Sweetheart, I'm glad to have you back. Grandpa and I love you dearly and we aren't going to let anything bad happen to you. We'll protect you for the rest of your life."
THE END
