A month had passed before their eyes, almost in a flash. He had been living in her house, making it 'their' house and everything between them was going strong. With the amount of income between the two of them, each could even cut down on their hours at work. It made more time for family and each other. They were finally enjoying the life they dreamed about when they were younger.

Everything was fine, except Reba felt like a couple of things were missing: Cheyenne and Barbra Jean.

"Brock, how do you think I should go about talking to Barbra Jean?" She was folding some clothes as he dusted the knickknacks on the shelf in the living room. He stopped for a moment, looking at her.

"You actually want to talk to her?"

"I want to apologize to her." She laid another folded towel upon the couch and began to fold another. "Plus, I kind of miss having her around."

"All of the stress you've been going through can't be good for the baby. Are you sure you want to add more to it?"

"I don't want her to think I've just moved on and living happily while she just got her husband taken away from her. She really was my best friend; may I choke on those words." He smiled and began folding a few towels himself.

"Why don't you go over there and talk to her."

"You saw how well that worked with Cheyenne."

"Barbra Jean is more of an adult, believe it or not. I think it will be good if you go over there. I'll get supper started, and you go talk to her." He took the laundry and placed it all into the basket, preparing to put it away before starting supper.

"Go now? I don't know what to say." She was surprised he was so laid back about her going to see his ex-wife. Of course, the whole family had grown so close over the past years that it wasn't surprising she was missed. She had become such a permanent fixture that life without her was beginning to grow boring.

"You always know what to say. Just take a deep breath and go." He placed a small kiss on her cheek as he walked by to take the basket upstairs. Reba sighed and put her cellphone in her back pocket before walking to Barbra Jean's house.

The walk was one she had taken many times before, yet it seemed so different all of a sudden. It was slow and hot. She began to sweat as her six month pregnant stomach led the way to the house a few doors down. Her heart jumped when she reached the front door, knocking.

As the door opened she almost gasped. She hadn't seen her for months, and it took her breath away to see the woman who was once her best friend in such a state. She looked too skinny, as if she didn't feel like eating. Her eyes were heavy, dark circles beneath. She didn't have the shining gleam in her eyes, and a smile probably hadn't caressed her features for a long while.

"Hi." She gave a small smile, unsure of how to begin the conversation. She expected her to seem happy and like her old self, no matter how she was really feeling, simply because she had never seen her act any other way. It was unnerving to see her in such a light.

"Reba. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I…I want to talk to you…about everything." She shivered, biting her lower lip as she found it difficult to maintain eye contact with Barbra Jean.

"Oh…" She didn't speak for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest. It was as if she was trying to decide if she was ready to take that step. "Come on in, then." She followed the blonde into the house, closing the door behind her. After being motioned towards the couch, she took a seat, Barbra Jean following but at a good distance.

"There are a lot of things I want to say to you, really. But the most important is that I'm sorry. I don't know if I can show you how sorry I am, but it's true. I feel like the worst person in the world for what I've done to you."

"Just, stop." Reba was startled when her rant was cut short. She hadn't expected the blonde to be so quick to cut her off. "Look, knowing you the way I do, I know how sorry you are. And, to be honest, you and Brock belong together. I've know that since I met you. I'm just…I feel betrayed."

"I know you do, and I don't know how to apologize to you." Barbra Jean took her hand in a small squeeze, shrugging.

"The funny thing is I'm not really that angry with you. I'm angry with Brock. Sure, I thought, as my best friend, you would respect the boundaries of my marriage, but it's more his fault than yours, I think."

"No, don't say that. Everybody keeps saying that, but It's my fault too."

"Maybe it is, but I don't blame you like I do him." She looked down and shook her head, maintaining the grasp on Reba's hand. It was almost as if she was her comforting mechanism at the moment. "He is so good at breaking people's hearts."

"I know." She nodded, remembering how it felt when she discovered her husband had cheated on her. She probably looked a lot like Barbra Jean did at the moment. "It should have never happened."

"He said you two started it when we were separated. Did you ask him to move back here to be with me?" She nodded, meeting her eyes once more.

"I just thought he needed to try and fix things with you."

"Then why did you keep seeing him." An unexpected tear rolled down her cheek, but she didn't move to wipe it away. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Since she was pregnant the tears fell freely and easily.

"I just couldn't stop. I know how stupid that sounds…"

"I understand. Don't forget, I've been there. And I've already forgiven you." Reba sniffled as more tears fell down her face. She was really going to forgive her so easily. It was as if their friendship had been so strong that even the biggest betrayal wouldn't matter.

"Are you serious? I deserve more punishment."

"Reba, don't worry. Brock is your punishment." She laughed, so glad that a tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The final step in their conversation was when Barbra Jean leaned forward and hugged her tightly, one of her personality traits.

"I missed you." She held her friend tight, and she only pulled away when the blonde continued to laugh. "What is it?"

"I've never seen you pregnant. You're so fat."

"Hey!"

"We need to go shopping!" She stood from the couch, pulling the redhead with her towards the door. "We've lost a lot of time, and I need to start buying you some baby clothes. Oh, and we need to stop by the toy store because this kid is going to be spoiled like no other."

"You don't need to buy me anything."

"Wait! Is it a boy or a girl? As your best friend, I think you need to start telling me these things." They smiled to one another, the first time both of them were elated to hear those words.

"It's a boy."

"We need to get to work on the nursery!"