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The next morning Reba awoke with a threatening headache, sniffles, and some form of fatigue. She rolled over to see Brock was still asleep, so without waking him up she quietly gets out of bed and enters the bathroom.

She stares at herself in the mirror and starts to question her illness. At first she thought nothing of it. The sniffles and puffy eyes are probably caused by the crying last night and the headache could be by anything. The feeling of fatigue is what she couldn't figure out.

Jake runs into the bathroom saying, "Mommy, I'm all packed to go see Grammy Liz, when are we going?"

She turns to look at him and says, "Oh! Is that today?"

"Yes it is! Mommy are you alright? You don't look to good" he innocently asks, noticing that Reba looked out of the ordinary.

"I'm fine sweetheart, go wake up your sisters and tell them to come down stairs for breakfast. How's pancakes sound?"

"Cool… I love pancakes!" Jake shouts as he runs out of the room.

Reba tried to convince herself that she was well enough for this trip but something was telling her to just stay home and get better.

She crawls back into bed with Brock and just started peacefully at him while he slept. "Brock, what has happened to us?" she whispers. She reaches out and gently intertwined her finger with his searching for the unity they once had. He instantly reacted to her touch and took hold of her hand holding it tightly. Reba smiled when she felt his response, and a tear rolled down the side of her cheek. Oh how she missed her husband. It wasn't long before Brock looked straight at her with a soft smile on his face. Once he was able to gain focus he saw sadness in her eyes, she was hurting!

He immediately asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Looks like you've been crying all night."

She slyly avoids his question and replies saying, "Brock I don't feel well enough for this trip, maybe it be best if I stay home."

"Okay, we'll all stay home, I'll take care of you" he offers.

"No, take the kids, Jake is already packed and they are anxious to see Grammy Liz. I'll be fine, just go."

"Reba, I'm not gonna leave you." He furiously replies.

She looks at him in assurance and says, "Brock… go! I'll be fine, I could use some time alone anyways."

He sighs to himself knowing that he is the cause of her pain. It's killing him to see her this way. He reaches out and wipes a tear from her face. "I love you Reba… please remember that." he says.

She smiles and gets out of bed unable to return those words back to him. "I promised Jake pancakes, I better get started on them" she says as she wipes the remaining tears from her face and walked out the room to start her day.

Later that morning Reba found herself standing at her front door watching her kids help their father load their bags into the car. Her family was her world, there would be no way she could break it apart. Even if her and Brock, had problems, it should be fixed, they made a commitment. No matter the situation, they vowed to be together till death, she reminded herself.

Brock watched as the kids ran up to Reba and hugged her good-bye. She took them in her arms and held them as tight as she could.

"Mom, your cutting off my air supply" Kyra sarcastically said.

"Will you be okay mom, being here by yourself.. And all sick?" Cheyenne asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I want you to have fun this weekend and be sure to tell Grammy Liz that I wanted to mail her soup and a get well card, but your father said it would spoil. I didn't see the problem with it, but he said no." Reba replies with a little giggle.

"Ha ha. Alright mom, get better okay" she says, kissing her on the cheek.

All the kids piled themselves in the car while Brock slowly walks up to Reba. She stood there looking down at her feet, with her back against the door and arms crossed trying not to make eye contact with him. Brock sensed her uneasiness and broke the silence by saying, "Reba, I know your hurting, and I want to make 'us' work, I really do, but how can I if you wont let me in?"

Reba looked up at him, she wanted to tell him what she felt, she wanted to open up to him, she wanted to ask him if there was someone else, but not a word escaped her.

Brock knew that the more he spoke, the more pain it caused her. So before leaving he said, "I love you, and you have me now, all of me. Stop trying to run away from it…" he pauses for a moment then says, "I want you to call me if you need anything okay?"

Reba nods in agreement. He leans in forward to kiss her good-bye, but she turns her head away and nervously puts her hands in her pocket, trying to step aside.

Brock just looked down and backed away to give her the space she was searching for.

"Uh… we'll just be going then, call if you need us… bye" he mutters in a sad tone of voice.

Reba watched as he got in the car and drove off. She whispers a little "bye" as they turn the corner of her street and was no longer in sight.

Brock tuned out the chaos of the kids in the back seat. All he could think about was how he was the cause of Reba's pain. He feared she had an idea about Barbra Jean, and he could never build up the courage to confront her about it. What if she doesn't know he thought. And what if by telling her just makes things worse. He thought about that night he lied to Reba about going to work for his friend, when really he was meeting up with Barbra Jean. If only she knew I ended things with her that night he told himself. I love my wife, and I was foolish for committing adultery.

Meanwhile back at the house, Reba locked up all the doors with every intention of just sleeping the day away. Although thoughts of Brocks last words raced through her mind. What did he mean when he said, "you have me now, all of me"? Was he insinuating that he was with someone else? She tried not to stress over something she wasn't sure of, so she just laid back on the couch to take a nap. Just as she was about ready to fall into a deep sleep the door bell rang.

"Who could it be?" Reba says out loud

She gets up from the couch, walks over to the door and opens it.

"Hi, are you Reba Hart?" the lady asks

"Yes I am! How can I help you?" Reba politely responds.

"I'm Barbra Jean, can we talk?"