After a few seconds of standing still in shock, Reba walked over and locked the door. She started up the stairs only to be stopped by Brock grabbing her arm softly. He pulled her back and turned her around so he could look into her eyes.

"You slept with Jack?" He said, unsure of whether or not Sheryl had her story straight.

"That's none of your business." She said as she forcefully pulled her arm away. She walked up to her bedroom and slammed the door.

Brock was taken by surprise. How could she? She didn't love him, that much he knew. But for some reason he still felt hurt. More hurt than when he found out about Barbara Jean's affair.

He had to talk to her. If he didn't, it would be on his mind the whole evening. Love aside, for now. She needed someone to talk to, whether she knew it or not. He went upstairs and knocked on her door. "Reba, we need to talk." He said and then waited for a reply. When he received none, he knocked a little louder. "Come on, open up."

She quickly opened the door. "What?" She said, coldly.

"Can we talk?" He asked. He knew she would say no, but he had to try. He desperately wanted to help her like she had been helping him recently.

"What about?" She said as she leaned up against the door frame. "You already know what's been bothering me. I think that just about covers it."

She sounded so cold to him, bitter almost. He finally spoke quietly, "Why?"

"Now we're back around to none of your business! Goodnight!" She shouted as she tried to close the door. He wouldn't let her though. He pushed the door back open and walked inside.

"What the hell is your problem?!" She yelled. She didn't want any more drama right now. All she wanted to do was sleep.

"I know you slept with Jack. I also know that you regret it. Just tell me why you did it in the first place."

"You have no right to know!" She said. "Just get out of here!"

"No!" He retorted, then put his hands on both of her shoulders. He was surprised at how angry he was with her. It's not like they were together or anything. Still, he couldn't stop himself. "Why?!"

"Because I'm trying to get away from you!" She screamed. Then she pulled herself away and pushed him backwards. "I was over you for a really long time, but then you started hanging around here all the time. You'd spend the night, we'd have supper together and it felt like we were a family again. I started missing you, missing us. And then you kissed me." She said, breathing heavily. "I don't want to love you."

He could barely breathe. He had been longing to hear that she still loved him ever since they split up. She said she didn't want to love him, but he didn't care. He knew her better than anyone did. She wanted to cry, he could tell, but she would never let him see her weakness again.

"Well I don't want you to stop loving me." He said. "Because I love you too."

It was now her turn to stand breathless. She found her breath only when his lips descended upon hers.

Wildfires engulfed both of them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer. He started pushing her back towards the bed, gently laying her down. He then lay on top of her and resumed the kiss.

Her heart was pounding. He loved her too! She felt like shouting it out to the whole world.

She was pulled from her daze when his tongue moved into her mouth. More sparks began to explode. She kissed him back with love and passion.

His hands made their way under her shirt. He lightly ran his fingers across her stomach trailing his way upward. As soon as his hands began caressing her breasts, alarm bells went off in her head. What was she doing?

She broke the kiss and looked up at him. "Brock we should stop." His eyes looked deep into hers.

"You're right."He said as he pulled his hands out of her shirt, slowly. He stood up and helped her up with him. "Are you going to be okay?"

She just smiled. "Of course I am, you just made my day." She said, a sad attempt at a joke.

After that neither of them spoke. What to say now...

"So where do we stand?" He asked her. He didn't know if she wanted to start dating or if this was just a feeling she still wanted to get rid of.

"Brock, I think we need to think about everything. We need to put all issues into perspective." She said, sitting on the bed and motioning for him to follow.

"I want to be with you." He said.

"I want to be with you too, but your divorce isn't final and we need to know how the kids would feel about all this." She said. She really wanted him now, but there was something telling her to hold back for a while. She needed to know that this was all for real.

"I understand." He said. He really did understand. He loved her so much, he would wait until she was ready, whenever that may be. "So what do we do now?"

"Well, for now I think we should stay friends for a while. No dating or anything yet." She said, hoping he would agree. "Our friendship needs to be completely restored before we can take a relationship anywhere."

"I agree, but how long will I have to wait?" He said sadly.

"After your divorce is final, we'll start talking about us." She said with a smile.

"Do I still get to kiss you when nobody's looking?" He said with a grin, trying to lighten up the conversation a little bit.

She smiled her gorgeous smile right back at him. "Only when nobody's looking."

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." She replied and he kissed her with longing. Once they broke the kiss he stood from the bed.

"Goodnight, babe." He said.

She also stood and hugged him tightly. "Goodnight." She said and pecked his lips. He went to Jake's room and slept until he had to get up for work the next morning.

Reba put her pajamas on and took her journal out from its resting place.

"Since the last time I wrote, some pretty bizarre things have been going on..."

The next few weeks flew by. Before anyone knew where the time had gone, a month or so had passed. It was now mid-June and hotter than Hell outside.

Barbara Jean had completely moved in with Joel. The house stayed empty. Brock said he didn't want to have to remember the pain of their failed marriage so he never moved back in. Only he and Reba knew that, that was a lie. They used that as his excuse so he could continue living with her.

They were both true to their agreement. They didn't date, they didn't make love, they didn't even talk about a romantic relationship. They remained friends. There were benefits, of course. When Jake was out of the house, they would cuddle on the couch and watch movies. They even went out to eat a few times. However, this wasn't considered a date. They told themselves and everyone else that it was only because Reba had been too busy with work to grocery shop. Which was not entirely false. A few people got fired at her firm and her boss gave her most of their leftover work. To say she was overly stressed, was an understatement.

It was a Saturday morning and Reba awoke feeling queasy. 'Great' she thought 'now I'm getting sick.' As she stood from her bed she felt an evil wave of nausea hit her and she ran to the bathroom.

After her round of vomiting, it hit her. She was late. "Oh God." She whispered out loud. She couldn't be pregnant, could she?

She quickly brushed her teeth and ran downstairs to find Brock making breakfast.

"Hey." He said. She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck. He was very confused. "Reba, are you okay?" He asked, pulling back enough to see her face.

"No." She said. A hint of panic could be heard in her voice. "I think I might be pregnant."

"What?!" He said, obviously at a loss for words. He just stared at her with a mixed look of bewilderment and disbelief.

"I know, alright." She said and began pacing the floor by the refrigerator and the counter. "I can't have a baby right now. You know how old I am?" The whole situation was finally setting into hers and Brock's brains. "I'm going to get dressed and run to the drug store for a test."

"Yeah." He said as she hurried upstairs and dressed. He took the eggs off the stove. He wasn't hungry all of a sudden. He slowly walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Thoughts of their future together were flashing before his eyes. He loved her more than anything in the world. Another man's baby wouldn't change his mind about her, but it would certainly be a hard situation for all of them. What would the kids think?

Little did he know that the same thoughts were racing through Reba's mind at that very moment. She quickly finished dressing and ran downstairs again.

She ran over to Brock, who was still spacing on the couch, and kissed him, hard.

"I love you Brock." She said and ran out to her car.

It took about fifteen minutes for her to get back home. The door flew open and she walked in with a little grocery bag.

"Brock?" She called. "Are you here?"

"Yeah. Did you get the test?" He said as he walked in from the living room. He was still in his bathrobe. He hadn't moved since she left. All he kept thinking about was how hard it would be, not only for him, but for her. She had to be freaking out!

"Yes." She said as she walked up to him. He put his arms around her and kissed her softly.

"I just want you to know that this won't change anything for us. I love you and I always will. Whatever gets thrown in our path, we'll deal with it." He said. God how he loved her.

She didn't reply, she just kissed him again. Then she pulled away and went into the bathroom to take her test.

She came out of the bathroom with the test in her hand. Brock was on the couch so she sat next to him, placing the test and timer on the table. One minute.

They sat there in silence for a moment. He looked over at her and could tell she was scared. He grabbed her hand and held it tight. The timer went off. They both jumped and took a deep breath. Then she picked up the test. She had a look on her face that was almost confused. Brock had no clue what the test said.

"Shit" was the only thing that came out of her mouth.