Brock nods.
"Well Barbara Jean, it looks like I may have to spend some time getting Kyra into the idea of not having her child around her. But I will remember you for an adoptive parent." Reba says to her.
"Thank you so much, Reba. I really want a baby; I jut wish that I could meet somebody who felt the same way that I did." Barbara Jean said crying. She walks over, opens the door, and leaves. Reba just looks at Brock.
"Well, I can't believe all that has happened." Brock says.
"I feel really bad for her. I can't believe somebody would just leave her up at the alter like that. She is a good girl. She is just younger than we are. She could hypothetically be our daughter." Reba says.
"I am so glad she's not." Brock says.
"Brock!" Reba exclaims. Although she does turn around. Brock catches her in his arms. He puts his lips to hers once again.
"Brock, not right now. I need to go talk to Kyra." Reba says in a soft, weak voice.
Brock caresses Reba's ears. Reba goes limp, and falls into Brock's arms.
"Kyra will still be here in a few minutes." Brock says to her. Brock sweeps Reba off her feet and carries her upstairs.
"Are you kidding about this? What if Kyra comes in? We were almost caught by Jake the last time." Reba says just staring at the door. Brock locked the door behind him.
"It's not a problem. Don't worry." Brock says with a smile. By the time, he reached the bed and laid Reba down, she was only wearing her socks, and Brock was half dressed. Just as Brock got on the bed with her; there was a knock on the door.