I'M SO EXCITED. I just want Cheyenne to be here... but then again, i want to do some pregnancy stuff too. I think it'll be fun to do some emotional Reba, and i know she doesn't cry... like ever, but she's pregnant... she's allowed to. :p But don't think that I know nothing about her, because believe me, I know she's not a crier, but I'm gonna make her full blown, bad, not fun pregnancy, because it'll be fun for me, and hopefully entertaining for you guys. Lol. Anyway, this chapter's kinda sad... :( But i've been thinkin about doing this for a while, it'll add some drama, not too much, but some.

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"Mornin sunshine!" I said to Brock from the table where I couldn't enjoy my coffee… But, if I've made it 4 months, I think I can make it another 5.

"Morning…" he said, then yawned and poured some coffee. I sighed sadly as he sat across from me and sipped at it.

"I really don't think that 1 drink will hurt it." He shook his head.

"No, nope. Not happenin. I don't want my kid to have a caffeine overdose, sorry sweetheart."

"You shouldn't be able to drink it either. You did this to me, you should have to pay the consequences too."

"You forgot the birth control." He stated, matter-of-factly.

"You seduced me!" I argued.

"I cant help it…" he grinned and winked while I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Well, we both put it in me, we should both have to suffer. I have enough to deal with, you should at least take on the stuff that you can… If I could give you my swollenness and weight gain and sore legs and feet and back, and weird cravings and hot flashes and mood swings and tiredness and weak stomach I would… And that's not even the half of it." He chuckled.

"If you don't want me to drink coffee I wont drink coffee."

"Okay. No fish either."

"You don't even like fish."

"So? You shouldn't be able to eat it."

"Fine."

"No alcohol."

"Reba…"

"Nope. No beer, nothing. And you gotta quit those darn cigarettes, you keep sayin you will but it's been 4 months."

"This is my last pack." I raised my eyebrow, unconvinced. "I'm serious." I was going to say something, but the phone rang. I sighed and moved to stand but Brock got up and told me to sit back down. "Hello?"… "Yeah, she's right here, you alright?"…. "Okay. She's comin." He handed the phone to me and he gave me a confused look, then tried listening to our conversation.

"Hello?"

"Reba?" Her voice was shaky and quiet.

"What's wrong?"

"Think you could come get me as soon as possible?" She asked.

"Of course. What happened?"

"I'll talk to you later. Just come get me, please."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"Okay, hurry." Then she hung up.

"What's goin on?" Brock asked after I hung up the phone.

"She wouldn't tell me, she said she'd talk to me later. I have to go pick her up."

"You just gave her a ride home from the bar last night…"

"Well, she needs me today. I'm not tellin her no."

"You have a problem with that word, huh?" He asked, holding back a laugh.

"I said 'no' and you pushed the right buttons!" he laughed and I snatched the keys off the counter and left… in Brocks big t-shirt and pajama pants. Oh well. I started his truck since he was parked behind me and took off towards Lori-Ann's house. Seven minutes later I pulled into her driveway and saw her sitting on her front steps waiting. As she got closer and closer to the car I saw why she called. She got in and didn't even look at me. She didn't speak a word, she just looked out her window. I stared at the back of her head for a few minutes.

"Lets just go, Reba, please. I wanna be away from here before he wakes up." I shook my head slowly.

"What did he do to you..?" She looked forward now and I saw a tear stream down her cheek. I grabbed her face with my hand and made her look at me. I examined the large bruise on her left cheekbone, then sighed and pulled on the zipper of her sweatshirt.

"Please, I just want to leave." I ignored her and pulled the sweatshirt half way off to see if there were any other bruises. There was… On her shoulder, collarbone and hand print bruises on her upper arms.

"Why don't you have a bag?"

"For what?"

"Clothes.' I said as I backed out of the driveway.

"I didn't plan on stayin with you. I just figured I should give him his space for a little bit, but I'm goin back home tonight."

"The hell you are."

"Reba-"

"No. You came to the wrong person if you thought I'd let you got back home after what he did."

"It's my fault… I drank too much and probably started runnin my mouth, you know how I am. I'm sure he just got tired of it."

"So he hits you?! There is no excuse, Lori-Ann. None. Nothin you say will make this okay so just stop tryin to defend him. This is not your fault. He has you brainwashed to make you think its your fault but its not." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Honey, I don't know what it's like. I could try to understand, but its hard-"

"Because you're treated like a queen."

"Well… Just because my husband doesn't abuse me doesn't necessarily mean I'm a queen, but yes, I got pretty dang lucky. And you could too, you could find an amazing guy for you… but you have to leave and move on from the one you have now."

"I cant."

"Why's that?"

"He's crazy, Reba! He'd find me and probably kill me."

"Throw him in jail!"

"He's got money, he could just get bailed out." I sighed. "I don't know what to do." I looked over at her when I stopped at a red light.

"Well, we'll start with this." I said, then hugged her. She squeezed me back and I felt her tears starting to soak through my shirt on my shoulder. "We'll figure this out, alright?" She nodded and we let go of each other. "Hungry?" I askeda few minutes later.

"Depends… You still eatin chalk?" I chuckled.

"No. Brock caught me and took it all, then started buyin me Tums instead, which works." She nodded, then looked at my stomach.

"You sure you gotta baby in there?" I smirked.

"Oh yeah, there's somethin in there that's for sure."

"Don't look like it." She mumbled. I pulled the big, baggy t-shirt tighter around my torso and her eyes got big. "Oh my gosh… Reba's gained 3 pounds and she's 4 months pregnant." She said, in a sarcastic, surprised voice. I rolled my eyes.

"3 pounds my butt…"

"Reba, your stomach looks the same, it might me a tiny bit rounder but that's it. Is it growin?" I laughed.

"Yes it's growin!"

"Are you sure? Aren't you supposed to be bigger by now?" I shrugged.

"Everybody's different."

"Oh, You're gonna be one of those people…"

"One of what people?"

"Those moms who barely get big while they're pregnant, then shrink back down two days after the kid is born… lucky bastard."

"I don't know about that… My doctor said I'll start blowin up like a balloon any day now. He said I'll start growin and growin. Usually people aren't as big on their first kid at the beginning."

"When're you due, again?"

"October 30th, day before Halloween."

"Oh, you love Halloween!" I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, it's perfect. We'll get to throw Halloween birthday parties and guess who will get to help with every, single one?" She smirked.

"Me, yay…" I rolled my eyes at her sarcasm.

"Can you at least act excited about my child and me becoming a parent?"

"Honey, I am excited. Parties just aren't my thing… unless there's liquor bein served."

"Well, I'm sorry to tell ya, but there will be no liquor bein served at my kids Birthday party and you have to come no matter what."

"Okay, but no sniffin my water bottle." I smirked and rolled my eyes.

"Fine, but no passin out in the cake."

"Deal. I'll pass out on the gift table instead." I laughed and shook my head.

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"Kidnap me and tell me I cant go home."

"It's for your own good, darlin."

"Yeah, yeah…" I pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath.

"Brace yourself." I said before getting out. She got out right behind me and caught up.

"What're you talkin about?" We walked in and saw Brock still sitting there drinking his coffee.

"Lori-Ann's stayin with us tonight."

"What? Whhhyyy?" He whined. We walked up to him and his expression changed. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Bar fight." She answered quickly.

"Reba didn't tell me this."

"That's because that's not what happened." Lori-Ann gave me a wide-eyed glare and I shook my head.

"Then what happened?" He asked, like he already knew, and I'm sure he did.

"What do you think, Brock?" he sighed and stood from his chair.

"Why do you let him do this to you?"

"I just… I just said the wrong things and he-"

"It doesn't matter what you did."

"Please don't lecture me on this, your lovely wife already took care of that and I don't need it from another person."

"I've gotta gun…"

"No. And quit actin like you care, you hate me so-"

"No, Lori-Ann, I don't. We don't get along and we have our disagreements… on everything, but you mean a lot to Reba so your… kinda important. I hate to see you like this and no man, ever, lays a hand on a woman." He lectured anyway.

"Blah blah blah… I heard it 10 minutes ago. Thank you for your concern, but it's not needed." She turned around and went to the spare room. I sighed and sat next to him and he smiled sadly.

"I don't know what to do, Brock." he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.

"Right now, you're doin all you can do and, whether she sees it or not, you're bein a good friend and that's all that matters."

"I just wish she could see that she doesn't deserve this. I wish she could see that he don't love her and that it isn't her fault." He sighed and rubbed my arm soothingly. "She said she cant leave him…"

"Why?"

"She's scared! And I would be too, that guy's a lunatic."

"Well, you'll just have to be there for her."

"Support her decision to not even try to get away and agree with her that its her fault?"

"No… But she's a big girl, she's gonna have to make her own decisions and you cant really do much about it, even if they're the wrong choices… But, please… Don't get too involved. That'll just cause more problems... Everything will work out in the end, it usually does."

"Usually…" I rolled my eyes.

"It will."

"Oh, okay, fortune teller."

"Just… Stay… Positive." he said, placing a kiss on my cheek between every word. 2 minutes later Lori-Ann came storming out.

"I hate that damn dog." I scuffed.

"I know, you say it every time you come over."

"What'd she do?" Brock asked.

"Nothin! Nothin at all, it's just sniffin me and tryin to lick me and starin at me and it wont listen when I tell it to go away. And it stinks."

"I just bathed her!" I exclaimed.

"Well, she is a stinky dog, Reba…" Out came Dixie… and there went her nose, right up Lori-Ann's- "Get your God forsaken nose outta my ass! … stupid dog…" I laughed.

"C'mere, Dixie." Brock called. "She's just checkin you out…"

"She don't have to do it every time I come over."

"She does it to everyone." I said. "Are y'all hungry yet? Cuz I'm starved…"

"You're always starved." Brock said. I turned and glared at him.

"What're you tryin to say?"

"Uh… Well, you just… eat a lot."

"Uh huh… What's that supposed to mean?"

"Um… Nothin?" I kept glaring. "You're eatin for two, so…"

"Just stop talkin, Brock. You shoula learned that a loonngg time ago." Lori-Ann said and I nodded.

"She's so touchy…"

"She's pregnant!"

"Well she don't have to be mean! She's always gettin mad at me for somethin…" Lori-Ann stared at him for a few, long seconds with a blank expression.

"She's pregnant!" She repeated. Brock sighed and rolled his eyes. "Don't get an attitude, mister, you did it."

"Why does everyone keep sayin that?"

"Well you did! … didn't you?"

"Lori-Ann!" I scolded and she shrugged.

"Hm…" I turned to look at Brock.

"Don't even." I warned.

"I did… didn't I?"

"How could you even think that?!"

"I'm gonna go shower." Lori-Ann said before quickly leaving. I turned back to Brock.

"Well… it's always nice to be sure." I jumped up from my chair.

"Are you kiddin me?!"

"Reba… Don't overreact-"

"Why would you-"

"I don't. I know it's mine… Well, it better be mine."

"So, I'm a slut?"

"No!"

"Then what makes you think, even the slightest bit, that it's not yours?"

"I don't think that. Why are we havin this conversation?"

"Because… I feel like fightin. You've dealt with my hormones way too well. Do somethin stupid, argue with me, don't cower down now just because I'm pregnant."

"Well, then you'll get all stressed out, and our baby will have birth defects or somethin." I opened my mouth to speak, but he started talking again. "Plus, how're we supposed to make up…? We have company stayin in the next room…"

"Brock, we don't have to have sex every time we fight in order to make up… We could just apologize and get on with our day." He looked at me confused.

"What?" he asked, as if he had no idea what that even meant. "Who does that? Does that even exist in a relationship?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, Brock, it just occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, that might work."

"Not in my world, sister."

"You're such a pig."

"No, I'm a guy. Big difference. And, if I do recall correctly, you're the one who has started it for the past 2 months. I'll come home from work and you basically rip my clothes off of me." I narrowed my eyes, thinking. He had a point…

"I'm pregnant. I win." His jaw dropped slightly.

"Quit using that as an excuse for everything!"

"I have hormones…are you complainin? If so, I could start tryin to control them." He got serious and I fought to hold back a smirk.

"No. Not complainin at all… I was just sayin."

"You hate me, don't you?"

"What?" He got up and walked over to me. "No honey, I love you. Why do you think I'm stickin around?"

"I don't know! Anyone in their right mind woulda been long gone by now." He smirked and hugged me.

"Then I guess I'm in my left mind." I chuckled and he kissed my head.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Always makin me feel better."

"I'm your husband, sweetheart. That's what I'm here for."

"Yeah… And for dealin with me when I'm all pregnant and crazy."

"Well, I did it." I smirked.

"So I've heard…" He kissed my nose.

"And you," he lightly kissed my lips. "are so beautiful."

"Even when I'm fat?" He snickered.

"Well, you're not even close to fat, but yes, especially when you're pregnant." I smiled and he gently caressed each side of my neck. "You have this… glow to you. And the sight of you carrying my child makes you so unbelievably gorgeous to me, I don't know why but it sure is a sight to see…" He stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, then kissed me. Out of no where I felt a little flutter in my stomach and I pulled back and furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I waited a few seconds and felt it again.

"Woah…"

"What?" I grabbed his hand and held it against my stomach.

"Feel it?" He shook his head. "Hang on…" I felt it move again and looked up to see a frustrated Brock. "You still don't feel it?"

"No… Does he not like me or somethin?"

"No, he's movin around… How come you cant feel it?" He shrugged.

"C'mon, little guy, kick Mommy harder, Daddy wants to feel too…"

"Don't kick Mommy harder… not yet. I'm sure you'll kick me enough once you get stronger."

"Well that isn't fair… You get to feel him move first."

"You get to drink coffee." I said, then stuck my tongue out and walked away.

"And I enjoy every sip of it!"

"Good! I enjoy every movement our child makes!"

"… Good!"