It was ten o'clock in the morning. Reba was sitting on her back-porch swing humming a tune, while staring blankly into space.She looked as though she was in deep thought. Do I still love him? Reba thought to herself, while taking a sip of her coffee. I don't love him! Do I? Reba thought, while sighing.

Just then she heard the voice of Kyra, "Hey mom! What's up? You don't look too well." Kyra said while sitting down on the swing next to her mother.

"Hey, honey!" Reba said while snapping back into reality, "What brings you by?"

"What? I can't just come over to my mother's house to simply visit with her? I really feel the love!" Kyra said with a loving smile on her face.

"OK. How much money do you need and why won't your dad give it to you?" Reba asked perking up with a little smirk on her face. Then the smile that had come to her face for a brief second had vanished when she said the word "dad". Brock's face appeared clearly in her mind.

"It's not that he won't give it to me, I just didn't feel like asking. Right before I left Barbara Jean was throwing a party for her beanie babies. You know what? She really needs help." Kyra said while cracking up a bit.

"S-sure I'll give it to you honey. How much do you need?" Reba asked curiously.

"Are you sure that you are okay, mom? I mean, hello? You are giving me money and not even asking me why I want it." Kyra said looking a bit concerned.

"Kyra, I'm fine. I trust that you aren't doing anything terribly wrong with what I am giving you." Reba said with a light smile on her face.

"Okay? Well, I only need 25 dollars. Me and some friends are going up to the mall and I want these really cute pants that I saw." Kyra said, pretending not to notice her mother's bizzare behavior.

After Kyra recieved the money she looked at her mother and smiled. "Mom? I-If I gave you a hug, w-would you feel better?" Kyra asked, seeking the truth out of her mother. She did not have the slightest idea of the real reason for her mother's sadness. And she felt rather akward because hugging is one of the things that she rarely did.

"Sure." Reba said with a smile forming on her face. They embraced and this made Reba feel really warm.

"Thanks, Kyra, but really I'm okay." Reba said reassuring her daughter.

"Okay, Mom. But you should try and get some sleep." Kyra said as she started out of the yard.

After sitting for a little while longer, she got up and went in the house and began cleaning. The house was already spotless, but Reba always cleaned things when she felt unsure or nervous. It had been two days since the incident between Reba and Brock. And for those two days, Reba could think of nothing else. Just then she heard a knock at the door. The thought crossed her mind that maybe it was Brock. She gulped and then ran to the door to answer it. She pulled it open to find John standing there with a handful of flowers.

"Hey beautiful." He said while leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"John. What are you doing here? I thought you had to work today?" Reba asked curiously.

"I did, but my boss decided to close down for the day. He is having some kind of test done at the local hospital. So I thought that I would pop by and see if you wanted to go out for lunch." He said.

Seeing John cheered her up so much. Being with him was kind of like escaping reality for a short period of time.

"Oh, John yes. I would love to go. If you don't mind waiting for ten minutes while I go get ready." She said.

"No problem. Take all the time you need." He said.

"I hate that you have to see me like this! In my sweats and my hair is just-" She was interupted when John said,"You look beautiful!"

All she could do was smile. He is too sweet! she thought. Then she ran upstairs and returned about 15 minutes later.

"Where are my shades? I sure need them, because here comes my ray of sunshine!" John said when he saw how beautiful she looked.

"Aww...John! you are just something else! Ya know that!" Reba said as they walked out the door.

(At Brock's house...)

"C'mon Barbara Jean! Hurry up! I don't want to be late!" Brock urged Barbara Jean.

"I'm coming! Let me just grab my bag here." She said as she hurried over beside him.

"We have lunch reservations so I don't want to be late." Brock said looking at his watch.

"Okay! I am finally ready! It takes time to look like a beauty queen." Barbara Jean smirked.

Brock just rolled his eyes as they walked out the door. As they got in the car, Barbara Jean yelled,"Wait! I forgot to tell the babysitter Reba's number." She yelled frantically. And just as Reba had done a few hours earlier, Brock's mood sadened when he heard her name. "I'll be back in just one minute!" She said and then got out of the car. Brock didn't even reply. Except for when she was with John all Reba thought about was Brock. All Brock could think about was Reba, even when he was with Barbara Jean.

(At the resteraunt...)

"Welcome to the Wild Plum. My name is Sarah and I will be your server today! And if you will follow me I will show you to your table." The server said as she led Reba and John to a cozy little table for two.

"Okay...I will be with you momentarily to take your order." Sarah said.

"This resteraunt is so elegant. John you have great taste!" Reba said. Not one thought of Brock had crossed her mind since she had been with John.

"Thank you. I must have great taste, considering that I am here with you." He smiled.

Then Reba heard the voice of their server from across the room. She was welcoming new costumers. And at that moment she dropped her purse onto the floor. Then she bent over to pick it up. Some of her belongings had fallen out so it took her like a whole minute before she returned to an upright possition. And when she did, she saw an all too familiar face. Brock and Barbara Jean where sitting just across the room. A chill ran up and down Reba's spine. And she even broke into a light sweat.

"Reba, is everything okay? You seem a little tense." John said, not knowing who the couple across the room was.

"Uh...uhh...uh" Reba stuttered. "Please excuse me for a minute while I go to the little girl's room." She said. Then she got up and made her way to the bathroom. She stood feeling naucious and standing over the toilet waiting for something to come out. When nothing did, she went and washed her face and just stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. If this isn't meant to be, then why do I have these feelings? She asked herself.