Love by Love - 25
Brock was still at a loss of words. Reba was pregnant. She was carrying his child. They were going to have a baby together.
"What is it daddy?" Cheyenne was curious to know what present her dad got that made him dazzled. It looked like just a funny looking pen to her.
"She's pregnant. We're gonna have a baby. Yes! We're gonna have a baby!" The reality just hit him when he said it aloud. He brought Reba to his lap and hugged her tight. He kissed her lovingly forgetting that Kyra and Cheyenne were still in the room. The girls cried eww... and ran out of the room. "You're pregnant? Please tell me you're pregnant." Brock was excited. He kissed her between words.
"The stick said so." Reba giggled. "I haven't check with the doctor yet, but I took three tests on three different days to make sure the result isn't an error. I didn't want to disappoint you like I did last time."
"Oh gosh, I'm so happy!" Brock tried not to let tears escape his eyes. They were going to have a baby! Brock repeatedly recited the information in his head.
"Honey... I can't breath," complained Reba being squeezed tightly.
"Oh, sorry. I'm just excited. I didn't mean to hurt you. Did I hurt the baby?" Brock was anxiously placing his hand at her pelvis as if he could feel if the baby was all right. Reba giggled when Brock sighed and mumbled. "My baby is in here..."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was off the pill. I was hoping to surprise you, but I didn't think I'd be pregnant so soon."
"How many weeks along now?" Brock was curious.
"According to my calculation, seven weeks." Reba stated with a beautiful smile.
"That's as long as we've been married... Our wedding night?"
Blushing, Reba answered, "I guess that's when the miracle happened: in the hotel hot tub." Brock exhaled delightfully. He squeezed her tightly again and kissed her with love and passion.
"Would you two stop that? We're hungry. Can we have breakfast now?" Complained Cheyenne. Reba got up from his lap and was going to make breakfast for the kids. She was a little startled when Brock picked her up.
"I'll carry you to the kitchen so you wouldn't get tired."
"I made an appointment with the gynaecologist on Saturday, would you come with me?" Asked Reba being carried to the kitchen.
"Count me in!" He put her down on her feet and with a big grin he brought her into his embrace and yelled. "I'm gonna be a daddy!"
"Uh… honey… you are a daddy." Reba pointed out.
"I know. But I didn't get to be overly excited when I had Cheyenne. I was too young to know better."
"All right, but please don't make Cheyenne feel bad that her little sibling would take daddy's love away from her."
They told the kids once again that they both would be big sisters now that they were having a little sibling on the way. Cheyenne was happy to be a big sister. She tried to be a big sister with Kyra, but despite the fact that she was four year younger, Kyra was as mature as Cheyenne. Kyra in the other hand, received the news that she would be a big sister with little emotion. Nevertheless, Reba caught her daughter playing with her stuffed animal and made them known that she would be a big sister now and she might not have time to play with them anymore.
"Are you ready?" Brock was in a hurry to take his wife to the doctor, to check on their baby. Reba told the sitter that they would be back soon and told the kids to behave. They wanted to go see the baby too, but Reba thought they were too young to be exposed to this sort of thing yet. So she promised them she would tell them all about the baby when she came back. Brock chuckled when she started to yawn. "Tired? Is that from being pregnant?"
"I've been tired for the past month now, you just never noticed."
"I did. But I thought it was because of me keeping you up, you know…" Brock smirked.
"Honey, this is still the result from you keeping me up."
"Fine. I'll take the blame. Wait, it's a compliment, I'll take that as a compliment." Brock directed a loving smile to his lovely wife, feeling pleased with the result. "Mind if I touch your tummy?"
Laughing, Reba replied, "That's an odd request coming from the guy who fertilized my egg, but sure go ahead."
"Well, I have to ask, since I'm driving and I don't want you to think I was reaching for something else and hit me." Brock excused. He placed his hand on her belly feeling a warm sensation rushed through his entire body every time that he thought his baby was just under his hand.
"Yeah, like that never happened." Reba glanced at him at the corner of her eyes.
"My hand slipped. And you slapped my hand for that too." Brock chuckled recalling the moment they were driving on their honeymoon.
"We were on a highway, driving 70 mph. You were supposed to focus on the road, not to get me all hyped up. Can we change the subject? And take your hand away." Brock chuckled when Reba brushed his hand away from her belly with her cheek flushed. He pulled into the parking lot and opened the door for her, attempting to carry her to the doctor office, Reba glared at him. She said it'd be too embarrassing and she was capable of walking.
Brock was overwhelmed staring at the monitor looking at his baby. Reba's calculation was right, she was seven weeks pregnant.
"That little kidney bean is my baby?" Brock was dumbfounded.
"Here are the tiny little legs. And here, you can see the eye lid." Dr. Schmidt explained.
"Eye lid? You can see the eye lid on the little one?" Brock moved closer to the monitor to concentrate. "Oh yeah… And are we having a boy?"
"Uh… no it's too early to tell if you have a boy or a girl, but I think you're looking at the tailbone."
The doctor talked to Reba some more and asked about her symptoms. So far she was good, the morning sickness hadn't kicked in, but she felt nausea from time to time. Brock just continued to stare at the screen while Reba was talking to the doctor. He still couldn't believe that was his baby. And Reba was bearing his child. The love of his live was carrying his baby.
"Brock, are you all right? Are you crying? Don't you cry now, you're gonna make me cry too!"
"No I'm not crying." Yet, he wiped the corner of his eyes. Dr. Schmidt decided to leave them for now. Happy tears soon turned into laughter. Brock promised he would not miss a day of her doctor appointment, they would see the baby develop together.
"You weren't there when Lori-Ann was pregnant?" Reba decided to ask on the ride back home.
"No. I was busy with my studies and working night. I wasn't even there when she gave birth. I wasn't a great husband to her. But I hope I can make it right this time. This baby would be the highlight of my life."
"That's sweet, but please don't let Cheyenne hear that. You might accidentally hurt her feelings."
When they got back to the house, the sitter said someone name Barbra Jean tried to call Reba several times, but she couldn't figure out what she wanted. So when she called again, the babysitter let the voicemail picked up. Reba checked her voicemail and she plugged her ears with her fingers. Barbra Jean was being hysterical and weeping while talking. All Reba could get out of that massage was 'jail' and 'prison'. She called her friend immediately to see what was going on. But before she finish dialling, in came Barbra Jean to her living room.
"Barbra Jean, is everything all right?"
"I was arrested by the mall security for trying to steal a baby Jesus figurine."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that right. I don't think the words 'steal' and 'Jesus' should be in the same sentence. So, can you tell me again what happened?" Barbra Jean explained to Reba about how she maxed out the credit card to buy the diamond tiara, and it was Rebecca's card. She reported it stolen, and when Barbra Jean tried to use it again and was arrested. "Wait, Rebecca bailed you out? Man, I ought to respect that woman's heart! "
"Well, I tried to call you, but you weren't home."
"Brock and I went to see the doctor."
"Oh, is everything okay with you?" Barbra Jean showed her genuine concern.
"Oh, nothing much, just pregnant."
"Ah." It took Barbra Jean a few second to realize what Reba just said. "You're pregnant?" She squealed and gave Reba a bear hug. "Oh this gonna be great! Our kids could be best friends like we are." Reba smiled and shook her head a little. It would actually be nice if her baby had someone to grow up with.
Reba told her parents the good news that they were going to have another grandchild. She also told Lori-Ann too that she was having a baby with Brock. She congratulated her. She also had a good news herself, she was engaged to someone. Reba didn't have to worry about if her friend still have feeling for Brock, because clearly, she didn't. Barbra Jean in the other hand, feeling that her soon to be husband was still in-love with his wife. Blake's father died, and he turned to the only one he could always count on. Barbra Jean tried to come up with the funeral plans, she wanted to be a part of his life, but in the end, he had his father cremated and went to sprinkle his ashes with his soon to be ex-wife.
"Hey Blake, wanna go golfing this weekend?" Ralph invited, seeing him walking in to the building. Eugene stuck his nose up and walked away.
"What's with him?" Asked Blake wondering about Eugene's reaction.
"I'm not sure." Brock replied
"Never mind. Sorry Ralph, I can't go with you guys this weekend. I kinda banned from the course." Blake sighed.
"Why? What did you do?"
"I took Rebecca to the course in the middle of the night." His friends started to woof whistling, teasing about how he wanted to have a last memory with his sultry wife before the divorce was final. "My father died and the police caught us sprinkle his ashes into the sandpit.
"Oh I'm sorry, man." They quickly apologized.
"I don't think I can go with you this weekend too Ralph." Brock spoke up.
"Reba wouldn't let you leave?" Teased Ralph.
"Reba? Hey, she can't stop me from going anywhere I want. I can go golfing on the weekend if I want to," commented Brock proudly. His friends laughed when he added "As long as I take out the garbage and mow the lawn, she'll let me go anywhere I want."
"She reminds me of Rebecca when we were your age. You're a lucky man, Brock. Don't make the same mistake I did," stated Blake with sorrow in his eyes. Brock patted his shoulder trying to cheer him up.
"Anyway, don't you guys want to know why I can't go?" Brock hinted for his friend to ask for more details with a huge smile. "I'm taking Reba to the doctor to check on our baby!" Ralph and Blake congratulated him. But Blake didn't think Brock should go to the gyno, it wasn't the manly thing to do. He went with Barbra Jean once and nothing was fun about it. Brock decided, he would not take his advice.
"Why are you staring at me?" Asked Reba after noticing him staring at her for a while now. He just smiled and stared.
"Because you are beautiful."
"Aww, that's so sweet. Now cut it out, you're creeping me out."
"I can't help it. And is it just me or do they look bigger at this angle?" Well that just earned a smack on his chest.
"Will you quit it? You're making me feel uncomfortable!" Reba blushed at his gaze.
"Uncomfortable? Is it the kind that you feel short of breathe, and feel like the room is getting hotter by the second. Your body temperature rises. And you feel arou-" That did it, Reba crashed his lips with hers kissing him with fiery passion. Honest to God, Brock didn't expect this to happen, but he wasn't complaining. Brock felt like this was going great, Reba didn't have morning sickness, wasn't too tired to have a little fun, and didn't have mood swings. But he spoke too soon.