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"No Kyra... that's not happening..." she didn't believe what her daughter said
"Honey, can we talk later, let's go see the doctor and see what the doctor will say." Brock began to panic. Reba was pregnant? And she might have lost their baby?
"Brock, I'm just having my period, what do you think the doctor is gonna say?"
"Whatever he's going to say, let's hear him say it. Please Reba..."
"I'm not going! How can I be pregnant, let alone miscarriage?" Reba stood her ground, no way, she would not go to see doctor for him to say that she had lost her baby. She protectively put her hand on her tummy as a mother's instinct.
"How can you be pregnant? Must I remind you what we did?" Normally Kyra would cry out for him to not to go into details, but she knew this wasn't a good time.
"But you had your vasectomy years ago!" Reba still wouldn't budge, she tried to find any excuse to prove that she could not be pregnant therefore she could not lose her baby. Her hand still holding her stomach, not from pain but she was afraid.
"Honey, I had it reversed"
"But..."
"OK, This isn't the time for the birds and bees talk. Don't listen to her dad, take her to the doctor." Kyra grabbed her mom's car keys and rushed over to open the door for them, and Brock scooped Reba up and carried her to the car, ignoring her pounding his chest. She gave the key to her dad. Brock drove to the emergency.
"Honey..." Brock wrapped his arm around her in the waiting room, waiting to be seen
"I don't want to lose our baby." said Reba swallowing a lump in her throat. Brock picked her hand up and kissed the back of it.
"Honey, whatever happens, I just want you to know that I'm happy that you're pregnant, and if this baby wasn't meant to be with us, that'd be alright too. We have three beautiful children together. If we are not blessed to have our forth one, we still have our grandchildren. As long as you're here with me, that's what counts." he kissed her temple and rubbed her upper arm, showing her his support. Reba leaned against his shoulder and let the tears fall. Not long before the doctor called them in to announce the good news.
"Brock, we're having a baby!" she threw herself at him. Almost forgot to listen for what the doctor had to say. Tears of joy running down their faces. Brock carried Reba back into the house; all the kids were there to see if she's all right.
"Kyra, I told you not to tell anyone." said Reba with teary eyes. "What if I didn't come home with good news?"
"I'm sorry mom, but we all worry about you." said Kyra with a guilty look, then it was just dawn on her "Good news?"
"You're gonna have a baby?" asked Jake with disbelief, to him his parents must be like hundred years of age, how could they still have a baby?
"Yes, the baby's fine. Doctor said it's common to bleed for first trimester. He couldn't find the cause, but maybe from the excessive exercise or maybe from stress. Or in your mom's case could even be the combination of both. But the baby's fine." explained Brock to the kids.
"Congratulations mom." said Cheyenne trying to get up and give her mom a hug. "Can you believe it, your kid will be younger than your grandkid." Reba broke out in a chuckle.
"You're really three months pregnant?" asked Van he couldn't believe that information either "And still have this killer hot bod?"
"VAN!" everyone in the room shouted his name in unison.
"I mean seriously, Cheyenne couldn't even zip her pants when she was three months pregnant, but Mrs. H can still fit in Cheyenne's skirt that she wore before she was pregnant? I mean WOW!" Van wouldn't quit
"Shut up Van, it's my second child!" Cheyenne made excuses rubbing her huge belly, so huge people thought she was having twins.
"It's her forth!" Van said in a whispered tone but loud enough for everyone to hear it. Cheyenne pouted.
"Would you two quit talking about mom's body?" Kyra shivered
"You're really funny Van, let's hope your next wife has your sense of humour." said Reba smacking the back of Van's head on her daughter's behalf.
"Although Van's right, you don't look pregnant compared to the other three you had." commented Brock, Reba didn't show any sign of pregnancy he seemed to recall.
"She has mood swings" Van pointed out "But then again, she always has mood swings" and he earned himself a smack on the back of his head from his comment. And they were all trying to point out what they saw as a sign of pregnancy such as her sudden urge for strawberry ice cream, tiredness, and something Brock noticed but he didn't pointed out to the kids.
"Mom..." Cheyenne tried to get her attention "My water broke!" The room became quiet after Cheyenne's announcement, until Reba rushed everybody out to the hospital. Cheyenne gave birth to a baby boy named 'Stephen Van Montgomery', although Van called him 'mini Van'
"Good Lord, for all the excitement today, I'm surprise that I'm still standing" commented Reba, walking back to the house with Jake and Kyra. They just came back from the hospital. Kyra came to get ready for another concert with her band. Jake came to pick up his overnight bag since it was Saturday night and he asked if he could spend a night at his friend's house. Reba allowed him. Short moment later, only Brock and Reba were left in the house.
"Well..." Brock broke the silent after a few minutes of sitting and looking into each other's eyes.
"We're gonna have a baby" she still couldn't believe this was happening to her. "How this is happen?"
"You want me to draw you a picture or will you allow me to show you how I made you pregnant?" teased Brock. Reba smacked his shoulder.
"I mean when we were trying for Jake it took us years, but this little one here happened so quickly." she rested her hand on her tummy. Brock wrapped one arm around her shoulder and put one hand on hers.
"Maybe our little one knows that mommy and daddy need a little help getting back together." he kissed her on the side of her head.
"Speaking of getting back together, I was going to tell you that..." and the phone just rang. Brock picked up and had a short conversation with the other end of the line.
"It's Barbra Jean, she said she'll be here in a..."
"Ding Dong" someone just barged in
"Yes, you are" said Reba teasingly. Henry ran to his dad. Brock decided to take Henry to the kitchen and leave the two women alone. Barbra Jean would come to visit them at lease once a month. She said she couldn't be apart from her best friend for too long, despite the fact that she called almost every day to catch up. Enough that if sometimes she didn't call, Reba would call or she would feel like something was missing. And every time she came, she only let Reba know less than an hour in advance. Sometimes, not even.
"Reba I got great news!" announced Barbra Jean almost as soon as she barged in. "I'm pregnant!"
"You are?" Reba grinned; Brock chuckled as he congratulated her before disappeared in the kitchen. "Since when?"
"About 9 weeks now. I just found that out last week and I was dying to tell you on the phone, but since I'm coming here anyway, I kept my mouth shut and come to tell you in person. So? What's new with you and Brock? When are you going to give in? And that Carrie? Still trying to take your man? Oh I gotta meet her and tell her to keep her hands off my best friend's property."
"Barbra Jean..." and just like the phone conversation where Reba would do most of the listening while Barbra Jean did the babbling going on and on about her days. It started to grow on Reba.
"Wait, let me put my bag in Cheyenne's room first and we can sit here and talk all night." she didn't give Reba a chance to say yes or no, she grabbed her overnight bag and headed to Cheyenne's room. If her husband wasn't coming with her, she usually stayed with Reba while Henry spent his time at Brock's house. Not long before she rushed out with excitement. "I saw Brock's stuff in Cheyenne's room. Is he moving in and staying there now?"
"Are you gonna let me speak or you gonna just burst out the questions and not look for any answer? One question at a time shell we?"
"Alright, we'll start with why his stuff is in Cheyenne's room."
"Carrie came here earlier this morning, I didn't want her to know that we are separate, so I told him to stay at Cheyenne's room. Just for one night though."
"That Carrie, I really have to meet her and tell her who's the boss! So he's not staying there tonight can I still stay at Cheyenne's room?" asked Barbra Jean
"Yes you can, just move his stuff in my room." answered Reba with a grin.
"Ok." Barbra Jean started to walk back, but then she turned around and squealed. Reba shushed her since she hadn't told Brock yet. She kept missing her opportunity to do so. "Spill!" Demanded Barbra Jean once she came back to the living room.
"Well..." Reba didn't know where to start, bursting out wasn't really her habit. "You say you are 9 weeks pregnant?" she started with a question.
"Yes, isn't that good? But man, morning sickness is killing me, and not to mention a weird craving for food. I'm afraid I'm going to be a size of Clydesdale again because of my eating habits. And my boobs hurt every time Tim..."
"Barbra Jean!" Reba cut her off. Barbra Jean zipped her mouth. "I think am due before you."
"Due for what?" asked Barbra Jean curiously. Reba glared at her, hiding her grin. "Oh my gosh!" and she started to squeal and gave Reba a hug. "Wouldn't that be fun if our kids grow up together and they become best friends like we are. Oh my God, I'm going to try harder to convince Tim to move back her." And the squeezing and squealing continued.
"Can't breath..." cried Reba
"Judging by the look of it, Reba has just told you the good news." said Brock coming in the living room with a glass of warm milk for the mother to be. "Barbra Jean, if you don't mind, can I have a minute with Reba?" Brock looked at the clock, it was almost Henry's bed time, he wanted to talk to her before having to say good night.
"Sure, can I put Henry in Jake's room for now?" asked Barbra Jean. Reba nodded and told her that Jake wouldn't be home Henry could have his room for the night. Brock looked a little confused, he thought Henry would stay at his place like always, but that wasn't his priority right now. Reba saw his confusing look and decided she had to tell him.
"Honey..." both of them called each other at the same time. Reba laughed and told him to go first.
"Well... before you say no, please hear me out ok? Would it be ok if I moved back in..."
"Brock..."
"Listen, listen. If you're not comfortable, I could stay in Cheyenne's old room... not tonight I mean after Barbra Jean leaves of course..."
"Honey..."
"Let me finish, I could even stay on the couch if you don't want me too close, but please let me be here. I want to be with you and the baby."
"You'd stay on the couch?" asked Reba
"Yes." Brock answered firmly
"What if something happen to me in the middle of the night, how could you hear me?"
"Hmm... if it's ok with you, could I stay in Cheyenne's room then?"
"You mean the room next to mine with a wall between us?"
"Plus two doors and I promised I won't break in unless I hear you call me." he held both her hands and looked deep into her eyes.
"What if I have nightmares in the middle of the night, how would you hold me?" Reba also look deeply into his eyes.
"Well I wouldn't be able to, unless..." his eyes lit up. "You really mean it?" she did not say anything but the sparkle in her eyes did all the answering. And when he thought his day couldn't get any better and it just did! "YES!"
"Barbra Jean already moved your stuff into my room, I mean our room. Welcome home, hubby" said Reba before her lips was captured by his. Seven years, she has been waiting to tell him those words. It sent a warm sensation into her heart. She hoped she would not lose him again.