Hello Friends! Thank you for reading the first chapter of "Surprise, My Love"

I didn't know if I mentioned it the first chapter, but Reba is a dental hygienist. So, she works with her husband. In case y'all wondered.

It is nice to know that people enjoyed it. Hopefully, y'all enjoy this chapter too!

WARNING: There is a trigger warning because this chapter has a small part about a miscarriage. You can skip the part if you want to. It's just a flashback.

This chapter (and the whole story), is a gift of sorts to FancySouthernBelle over on Wattpad, who has been a good friend and just all-around good person. Y'all should checkout her stories, they're AMAZING!

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It's been a few weeks since I told Brock that I'm pregnant, and he is the only one who knows about it. The day after we found out we were expecting, he and I decided to wait until I was further along to tell everyone else. The reason being, we didn't want to tell anyone, and then have something happen. We didn't want a repeat of what had happened last time. That was my last thought before I drifted off to sleep.

I had just finished prepping the last patient of the day for a tooth extraction and was walking to Brock's office to let him know that the patient was ready.

There had been small and slight cramps in my stomach throughout the day. I figured that it was just something to do with my morning sickness, I did have similar things happen when I was pregnant with Jake.

I started to feel lightheaded and when I reached for the door to open it, and I collapsed onto the floor. I had landed with a dull thud that had Brock thrusting the door open. I remember waking up for split-second and mumbling, "Get help." before passing out again.

The next thing I know, I'm in a hospital room and hooked up to various things. I looked to my left to see Brock looking at my stomach, in tears. "Br- Brock, what hap- happened?"

He shook his head, "I'll get the doctor in here to explain everything. I- I- ..." He was cut off by the doctor walking into the room.

"Hello, Mrs. Hart. Nice to see you're awake. I bet you're wondering what happened?"

I nodded, "Yes... What's going on? Is my baby okay?"

She pressed her lips into a thin line. I could tell by the look on her face, that whatever she was about to say, was devastating. "Unfortunately, the baby is not okay. I'm sorry Mrs. Hart, but you've had a spontaneous abortion, in simpler terms, a miscarriage. I really am sorry."

"What caused the miscarriage?"

"Even with the tests we've done, we have no answers. I wish I had some."

Brock and I both started sobbing.

I woke up with a start. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't breathe. It was the start of a panic attack. Since Brock was still sleeping, I decided to get up and go into the kitchen. I figured that a cup of tea might help calm me down. At least I hope it does.

After my tea was made, I sat in silence at the kitchen island for a few minutes. I startled when Brock walked in and asked, "Hey, babe. Couldn't sleep?"

I looked at him, and shook my head no. I must've been crying because when he walked up to me, he wiped my tears away with his thumbs. "What's wrong, Reba?"

"I-I had a nightmare about th-the miscarriage I had before this baby. I don't know what I would do if I lost this baby."

"Oh, honey."

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It was the following morning when Brock and I had an appointment to see how far along I was and whether or not we could find out the gender. Brock and I were beyond excited to find out. We were hoping for another boy, so that Jake wouldn't be the only boy and so the girls would get another brother. Regardless of the baby's gender, Brock and I will both be very happy. It would also be kinda neat to be pregnant with twins. My mother had told me that twins ran in the family; my uncles were twins. She also said that having twins will skip generations. So, it might be my generation that would most likely be pregnant with twins. Who knows?

As we were on our way to the appointment, I started to feel that all too familiar churning in my stomach, and I knew that meant trouble. "Brock, pull over. NOW!"

Before he could fully park the car on the side of the road, I thrust the door open and vomited on the gravel. The taste of the bile that followed the vomit, made me gag. In turn, that made me vomit even more. Poor Brock was trying his hardest to hold my hair back and rub my lower back. I swear to God this morning sickness is going to be the death of me. Ugh.

When I finally stopped throwing up, we were back on the road to our doctor appointment. Thankfully, the doctor's office was only five more minutes from where we had to pull over. I was so nervous and Brock was too. It had been our dream to have another kid. They were dashed when I had the miscarriage a few years ago, but now the dream had resurfaced. We just hope that the dream will come to fruition and the pregnancy will go to full term. I honestly don't know what would happen if I had another miscarriage and we lost the baby. I- we couldn't or wouldn't be able to handle it. It would be too heartbreaking.

When we parked the truck in front of the doctor's office, Brock walked around to my side and opened the door for me. "What a gentleman you are," I purred.

He grinned at me and winked, "Well, chivalry isn't dead and it's good manners to open the car doors for the ladies."

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When we walked through the door, we were greeted by JoAnne's nurse, the ever so lovely, Barbara Jean. "Hey, y'all! How are you doing?"

"We're doing good."

She eyed Brock up and down, "So, who's this hunk of a man?"

I gritted my teeth and with venom in my voice, I said, "That 'hunk of a man' is my husband. Emphasis on husband."

Brock had a small grin tugging on the corners of his mouth, smiling at the possessiveness in my voice. What an ass.

"You know, if the missus ever kicks you to the curb... I'll gladly come and pick you up."

I raised my voice, "EXCUSE ME!?" I have never been so pissed off at someone before, and this has me seeing red. However, JoAnne came and saved her from my wrath. Just in the nick of time.

"Miss Booker, that is in no way, shape or form, appropriate conduct. You're fired. Grab the things on your desk and get out of here. You have ten minutes."

The last time I have seen JoAnne this mad is when her boyfriend dumped her at our college graduation. I had to hide my snicker because, while this was a serious situation, the look on Barbara Jean's face was hilarious.

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As we entered the exam room, JoAnne apologised. "I am so sorry that she said that. I knew she was a flirt, but never did I think she would do something like that."

Brock answered for me, "It's alright JoAnne, I know I'm a nice piece of eye candy."

I smacked his chest. "Shut up, moron."

JoAnne cleared her throat as she asked me, "How have you been feelin' lately?"

"Well," I said, "Sick. The morning sickness this go around is worse than it was with the other three. I have heartburn, I am tired constantly, and my moods swing quicker than a couple in a line dance. Oh, and of course, the headaches are rough."

"That is to be expected. Have you had any dizzy or fainting spells, rapid heart beats or any other things I should be aware of?"

I shook my head no. I haven't had any sort of spells, rapid heart beats, etc. For that, I am thankful because I had dizzy spells and a rapid heart beat with the pregnancy that ended in a miscarriage. And if I ever do start having them, I am going to freak out, for obvious reasons.

As she was pulling the ultrasound machine up to the bedside, JoAnne said, "For the morning sickness, I will prescribe something and there's not much you can really do for the headaches except to take Tylenol and lay down with a cool washcloth on your forehead."

"Okay, now for the ultrasound. You ready to see your baby?"

Rolling my shirt up to the underside of my breasts, I hissed as she put some gel on my stomach to help guide the ultrasound wand. That was one thing I detested about getting an ultrasound, the slimy cold feeling of the gel.

JoAnne placed the wand in the center of my stomach and slowly moved it in a few different directions. "Would you like to hear the heart be-" she paused a minute, "Reba? Did you say that your family has a history of twins?"

"Uh... yeah, why?"

She smiled widely, "Well, mama. Daddy. Want to hear the heart beat of your babies?"

Brock and I looked at me, then back at JoAnne. "Wait? You're saying Reba is pregnant with twins?"

"Yes sir, want to hear the heart beats?" With that, she switched the ultrasound wand out for a doppler so we could hear that babies' heart beats.

Thump, thump, thump-thump. Thump, thump, thump-thump.

Two perfect heart beats, both of which were in tune with mine. It was such a warm feeling.

I looked over to Brock to see tears in his eyes, something that made me tear up. He had so much love and adoration in his eyes. That look made me want to jump on him right then and there, but I couldn't. I had to remind myself that we are in public and that I should wait until we have some privacy. Stupid hormones.

"Reba and Brock, would you like to find out the genders of your twins?"

"Of course!" We both said with simultaneous excitement.

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I know that it has taken too long for me to update this, and for that I am sorry. Life has been busy this year, with COVID, family things, and work (I am a cashier at a local supermarket).

Anyway. How did I do? Did you like it, or hate it? I think I did a pretty good job on this and I tried to stay as true to character as possible, which I found somewhat hard because I am new to the fandom. Also, I have zero experience with being pregnant, I am just going off of things my mom has told me, or the things I have read in various books.

Can you guess that genders of the babies? What about their names? Let me know in the comments :)