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Reba smiled when she felt them stop. "What are you doing?" she asked again naively. Brock removed his hands from her eyes to reveal what he had done. Reba gasped and placed a hand over her mouth. Her eyes became misty as she turned to her husband. "Oh Brock, it is beautiful!"
In front of her was the new baby's nursery. It had been completely finished. Reba's eyes became misty as she threw Brock a loving kiss. "It is perfect." She cried.
The walls had been painted a pale shade of yellow with different colored butterflies and flowers roaming the walls. The white crib was completed with matching sheets and stuffed animals to fill it. Reba walked over to it placing a gentle hand on the edge of the crib. She imagined the little miracle that would be lying in the very spot in five months.
She quickly turned her gaze to the rocking chair that had been set up by the window. "You can rock the baby to sleep and sing her lullabies." Brock told her as she sat down to admire the room. It truly was perfect, and Brock had done it all by himself, which made it that much more special. "It is beautiful, Brock." Reba smiled and gave him another grateful kiss.
Cheyenne and Van had settled comfortably into Van's home. They visited the Hart household almost daily, nothing had changed too much. Reba was grateful that she still got to see her daughter and son-in-law often.
Reba was now about seven months along, and everything could not be going smoother. Both her and Cheyenne's babies were healthy. That is all Reba wanted, she could not ask for anything more.
"Hey honey." Brock greeted his wife after a day at work. "How was your day?"
"Terrible!" she cried in despair. "I'm so bored! I want this baby out of me!" Brock chuckled at her remark.
"Honey, you are only seven months pregnant. If you had the baby now it might not be healthy." Reba agreed, feeling silly for wanting to deliver the baby so soon. She could not help it though, her hormones were raging. As much as she loved being pregnant, she always hated the last months.
Brock tried his best to cheer her up. He and Reba had become very close ever since he had moved back in. Their marriage was stronger than ever. "How about I take you out to dinner tonight?" Reba smiled and accepted the chance to get all dolled up graciously.
Reba smiled when her daughter burst through the door. Even living miles away, she still knew when her help was needed. Cheyenne had managed to make her mother look gorgeous even with a seven month belly, not that it was too difficult. Reba was already gorgeous.
Brock tore his eyes from the television when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He smiled brightly when he saw the love of his life coming down. She looked absolutely beautiful in a simple black dress with black heels in her hand. He chuckled knowing that she would be complaining about her shoes all night. "Are you ready to go?" he asked taking her hand. She smiled and said goodbye to her children before walking out the door.
"Where are we going?" Reba asked eagerly as Brock sat in the car next to her.
"Well," he smiled "I thought we could go to dinner and then take a walk in the park. It is very warm tonight."
Reba groaned after walking out of the restaurant Brock had taken her to. "What's wrong?" Brock asked, knowing very well she was going to complain about her shoes.
"My feet hurt!" Reba exclaimed. "I should have never let Cheyenne pick out my shoes!" Brock laughed quietly, he knew that was coming.
"Sit down." He politely ordered her to sit on the nearest park bench. She sat down as he took her shoes off and carried them along the path they began to walk on. Reba smiled taking Brock's hand in her own. Everything seemed to be perfect.
"You look absolutely beautiful." He smiled lovingly down at her. Reba blushed and kissed his jaw, thanking him in the process. Even being seven months pregnant, he still knew how to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Reba awoke the next morning in Brock's arms…just the way she liked it to be. She snuggled closer to his body, never wanting to leave the bed. Brock felt a shifting in the bed and slowly opened his eyes. "Good morning." He said softly, giving Reba a smile.
"Good morning." She smiled back at Brock. "Have I mentioned how sexy you are when you wake up?" She mentioned running her hands up and down Brock's bare chest.
"Now, isn't that a man's line?" Brock kidded.
The two quickly got up and got ready for the day. As they were getting dressed, following their shower, Brock could see apprehension in his wife's eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked timidly. He did not want to upset Reba or her seven month hormones.
"Nothing." Reba answered timidly. She felt like something was looming over her, like something was bound to go wrong soon. Brock could see something was obviously wrong and pressed his luck by pressing for more information.
"Are you sure?"
Reba looked up as she fastened the last button on her shirt. She sighed. "I just feel like something is hanging over me. I feel like something bad is going to happen." Brock smiled as he brought her into his arms.
"You know what that sounds like to me?" he questioned. Reba shook her head no. "It sounds like you have the 'going good blues.'" Reba smiled when she heard his diagnosis, as she gave the same advice to Cheyenne just a few weeks before.
Reba laughed remembering the talk she had with her daughter and relaxed into Brock's embrace. "Does that make you feel better?" Brock asked, hoping his comment had done the trick. Reba smiled and mumbled a 'yes' into his chest.
She closed her eyes not wanting to tell Brock that the feeling was still there, and it scared her to no end.
Okayyy! So, I am SO SO SO SO SO [x 1million] sorry it has been such a long time since I updated. Life kind of just got in the way. I hope yall can forgive me! I am going to try and post more this week, but I may not get to because OGTs are this week. Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter, and again… I am so so so sorry it has been such a long time! (: