Hey guys! This is my first time writing for the Reba show. I'm not too familiar with the show yet (I just started to get into the show), but this idea has been stuck in my head and I finally decided to write it, as if it were Reba telling the story. I hope you like it!

JoAnne Keller is a friend of Reba's from high school and college, is also the family's doctor. This is obviously AU. Most of my Reba stories may or may not be that way. Note: Barbara Jean never had an affair with Brock. She will play a different role in this story, compared to the show.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but JoAnne Keller and one other character (yet to be revealed... be patient). Just borrowing the characters, for fun. I'll give them back when I'm finished.

Nausea throughout the day, sensitivity to smells and the tastes of food, a near constant headache, weight gain, and mood swings to boot. All of which is something that I have been experiencing for the past two months. I am almost forty-two, so my first thought was menopause. Since I wasn't for sure if it was menopause or not, I decided to make myself an appointment with my family doctor at 8am. I am tired of feeling sick and tired, I needed to get to the bottom of this.

As I woke up, I felt the need to get sick. Knowing that I wasn't going to make it into the bathroom in time, I reached for the trash can that was underneath my nightstand. When I started to vomit, Brock came into the room. I was sitting with my legs, criss-crossed and had the trash can in my lap, with me leaning over it, emptying my stomach.

"You okay? Seems like you've been sick for the past two months. You really should see a doctor," he said as he sat beside me on the bed, rubbing my back.

I sat up and leaned against the headboard. "The thought never occurred, thanks for the suggestion." I said with sarcasm, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I have an appointment with Doctor Keller in an- an-" I couldn't finish speaking because I had to vomit again.

"In an hour?"

The only answer I could give was a groan. This was going to be a long day, I thought as Brock said he had to leave for work.

"Reba Hart?" the nurse called after I had registered at the desk and had waited five minutes.

I smiled as I stood up and followed her. Not remembering if I've seen her working here or not, I asked, "Are you new here? I don't think that I have seen ya in here before."

"Yes, ma'am! Barbara Jean Booker, is my name, nursing is my game!"

I mentally rolled my eyes. Something tells me she must be a bubbly person- more bubbly than a glass of champagne.

While taking my vitals, Barbara Jean kept talking about this, that, and the other. I really wasn't paying too much attention to her. I couldn't, I was too worried about my health and not getting sick in the doctor's office. Zoned out to the point of not really noticing much at all, I startled when I heard the door open and close. Finally, Barbara Jean was gone and the doctor was in.

"Good morning, Reba. What brings you in?"

"Hey, JoAnne. Well, for the past two months, I've been feeling like complete crap. Nausea throughout the day, sensitivity to smells and the tastes of food, a near constant headache, weight gain, and mood swings. I think it might be menopause, I am almost forty-two."

She looked down at her clip board and then back at me. "When was your last menstrual cycle?"

I counted on my fingers and did the math. "I believe two or three months ago. Why?"

"If my suspicions are proven right by tests, I believe that you, my dear, might be pregnant. Don't give me that look either, you and I both know that you're as fit as a fiddle and, you and Brock have a healthy... shall we say, active relationship. It's always a possibility."

I could feel myself get light-headed with the news that I might be pregnant. "Wait. What do you mean?"

JoAnne sighed, "You could be pregnant. Only the test can confirm my suspicion."

"Okay... What kind of test? Because I really don't want to take a blood test, I hate needles."

"Unfortunately, even though you don't like needles, I am going to do a blood test. It'll be quicker and more accurate compared to a urine test."

I will admit that in all honesty, I do hope that I am pregnant. Brock and I have always wanted a big family. With Cheyenne and Van living in their house, down the street, Kyra in college, that left only Jake at home. He had always wanted a little sibling, and we did try to give him one. Unfortunately, we stopped trying a few years ago because I had, had a miscarriage and it almost tore us apart.

JoAnne came in with a face that was unreadable. Thus, making it impossible to guess the test results. When she sat down on her stool, she handed me her clipboard. "Here, Reba. Take a look at this, tell me what you see."

I looked at the paper and read what the results were, Pregnancy Test Results: POSITIVE.

Holy sh... wow. That explains everything, the nausea, headaches, sensitivity to certain things. I'm gonna have another baby.

"I'm pregnant."

JoAnne smiled at me. "Congrats mama! While you're here, I want to do an ultrasound and see what's up. You know the drill."

Getting in my truck, I couldn't help but be so happy. I can't wait for Brock to get home so I can tell him. But how do I tell him? I want this time to be special and surprising. Brock was with me when I found out were expecting our first three kids and that's why this time had to be more special.

After I left the doctor's office, I drove across town to this cute little baby boutique. Browsing around may give me an idea on how to tell him I'm pregnant. There were so many ideas to choose from and after thirty minutes, I finally have my idea planned out.

At the boutique, I had found this cute teddy bear that had tan fur, a tiny pair of white velcro shoes, and a light yellow colored onsie that had "Surprise!" printed on the front in white cursive letters. I had the cashier put the items into a gift box and then wrap it with brown paper, tied up with string. When I finished checking out, I headed straight home.

I had just changed into a pair of pj shorts and one of Brock's t-shirts that came down mid thigh, when I heard the front door open and close.

"Honey, I'm home!"

As I walked into the living room, I was putting my hair into a messy bun. "Hey, you're home early?" I said in a questioning tone.

"I only had a few appointments today and I interviewed someone for an intern position. Thought I'd spend the rest of the day with my girl."

Brock kissed my forehead and I smiled, "I'll be right back, sit and relax."

He did as I told him. I walked up the stairs with a jittery feeling running through me. Whether it was nervousness, excitement or both, I didn't know. Going over to my closet and reaching to the back, I pulled out the gift box. It was now or never.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I told Brock to close his eyes until I told him to open them.

"Okay..."

After I stood in front of him, I held my arms out to hand him the box. "Open your eyes, please."

Brock looked at me with his head cocked to the side, "What's the special occasion? Shit! I didn't forget about our anniversary again... Did I?"

"No, you moron! Just shut up and open it. I think... or hope rather, that you'll love it." I bit my lip in anticipation of his reaction.

Carefully, he untied the string that kept the box wrapped in the brown wrapping paper. Next, he peeled the paper from the box and then he opened the box itself, starting to pull each item out.

First, Brock pulled out the tiny, white velcro tennis shoes. His brows were knitted together as he pulled out the tan colored teddy bear. When he pulled out the little yellow onsie with 'Surprise!' printed across the front, his eyebrows furrowed even further.

"What are these for, Reba?" he asked slowly.

I blinked back some tears and felt my bottom lip start to quiver. Reaching into the pocket on Brock's t-shirt that I was wearing, I pulled out the ultrasound picture and handed it to him.

"I... I- I'm... Brock, I'm pregnant."

He stared at me with his blue eyes, wide with shock. There weren't any words coming out of his mouth and that scared me.

"Please say something. Anything?" Even though I didn't intend to, I started crying.

Brock whispered, "Reba." Standing up, he pulled me against him. He cradled the back of my head to his chest, and his other arm was wrapped around my waist. We stood there rocking back and forth, until my crying turned into hiccups.

"I.. My God. I love you so damn much and you've just made me so unbelievably happy."

Then Brock placed his hands on the sides of my head and kissed me softly. When we pulled apart, he picked me up bridal style, I let out a startled giggle. "Brock, what on earth are you doing?"

He smirked at me and started to walk up the stairs to our bedroom. "I am treating you- and by you, I mean us, to a nice hot bath."

"That's kind of odd and a bit random though, isn't it?"

"Perhaps."

After making love later that night, Brock had fallen asleep with his head laying on my stomach, talking to the life growing inside of me. Our fourth baby... "Surprise, my love." I murmured as I ran my fingers through Brock's hair.

I hope you guys enjoyed my first crack at writing for the wonderful Reba fandom. Tell me what you think?