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Reba was nervous when she knocked on Barbra Jean's house, and she stepped back, her hand on her stomach to will the knots to go away, when Brock opened the door.

"Reba…"

"I want to talk to Barbra Jean!" she stated. If she got straight to the point before she lost her nerve, she knew it was possible to get through an entire conversation, and she was hoping that Barbra Jean wouldn't completely hate her. It was possible. Anything was possible where Barbra Jean was concerned. But Reba also knew that she had a good heart, and she would have willingly sacrificed her happiness for the sake of her friends, she was hoping it would work in THIS situation.

"Do you really think that's a-" he looked worried.

"Yes, Brock!" she snapped. "I have to talk to her, before I make a decision. I spoke to the kids-"

"YOU WHAT?" he stood back looking stunned, and covered his mouth with his hand. "God, Reba, they're gonna hate me!"

"It's NOT about you, Brock! I have to do what's best for my family… for OUR family. It isn't always a good feeling to hurt people," she frowned. Right now, Reba couldn't remember why she loved him, only that she did, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. As selfish and self-centered as he was, she wanted him. She loved him.

"What did they say?" he asked worriedly.

Reba nodded but gave him no details. "I need to talk to Barbra Jean!"

"She's upstairs," he pointed.

"I need to do this alone… go on, get!" she ordered.

He nodded and took his leave.

Reba sighed heavily and took a deep breath before she called out to Barbra Jean. She was down stairs in moments.

"REBA!" she smiled excitedly. "What a pleasant surprise… what brings you here?"

"I need to talk to you about Brock…" she began. It was now or never.

Barbra Jean frowned. "Okay."

"Wanna sit down?" she asked.

Barbra Jean flopped down on the couch and then patted the empty space beside her. Reba pulled a face and dropped down beside her.

"What's going on?" Barbra Jean asked patiently.

"What I have to tell you, is important, but I need you to know some things first…" she started. "Over time I have come to… respect you as a person."

"Oh, Reba," she cried with delight.

"Let me finish," she ordered. "You won't be lovin' me so much when I'm done," she muttered.

Barbra Jean waited.

"I never want to hurt you, and as much as it pains me to say this, I even might… kinda… like you… sort of."

The smile of Barbra Jean's face widened.

"I still love Brock!" she stated matter-of-factly.

It took a moment for Barbra Jean to respond. "Really?"

Reba nodded. "Really! Heaven knows why… but I do."

"You love MY husband?" Barbra Jean was processing the information.

"He was mine first," she pointed out.

"What… why are you telling me this?" she asked dumb-founded.

"I think Brock loves me back," she said gently.

She closed her eyes and waited for the screaming to start, but when it never came she dared to open her eyes, and look at Barbra Jean. She sat with her mouth open wide, and her eyes staring at Reba like she was an animal in a cage.

"Are you going to say something?" Reba asked cautiously.

"You want me to give him up?" she questioned, gathering the information in her mind.

Reba thought about it. That was a certainly an option. "Yes," she nodded.

Barbra Jean nodded. "I have a condition…"

Now it was Reba's turn to open her mouth wide. "Okay…" she waited for the punch-line.

"You have to admit I am your best friend and no matter what, I get to stay in your life…"

Reba stared at her in disbelief. Was that it?

"Is it a deal?"

Barbra Jean had officially lost her mind. There was no other explanation for her odd reaction.

"Are you serious?" Reba asked shaking her head.

"Deadly!"

Was it really as easy as all that?

Reba took a deep breath. "Barbra Jean… you are my… my b- my best…" she closed her eyes and forced the words out. "You are my best friend," once they rolled off her tongue, she realized that it didn't sound all that bad.

A squeal of delight bounced off the walls in the house, and Barbra Jean pounded on Reba, squeezing her tight and forcing Reba to gasp for air.

"Can't… breathe…" she choked.

Barbra Jean released her, a wide excited smile on her face.

"Are you sure your okay with this?" Reba felt oddly unsettled.

Barbra Jean shrugged. "I was getting tired of him anyway…" she said discarding him like he was nothing more than a possession.

Reba laughed.

The door opened and a voice boomed loudly through the house. "I think I should be involved in this conversation!" Brock stated.

Reba stood from the couch.

"Brock, I-"

"No, Reba," he turned to Barbra Jean. "I am sorry about all this BJ, but I still love Reba, and I think that she loves me too, and we could make a go of it again… we aren't happy, and I don't know about you but-"

"I get it, Brock," Barbra Jean responded.

"You do?" he frowned.

"She's sick of you, Brock!" Reba smiled enjoying the scene.

"She is?" he frowned.

"Reba is my best friend!" Barbra Jean stated.

Brock raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I know… you tell me all the time."

"No," she corrected. "REBA admitted it."

Brock's eyes scanned Reba's face.

"I did…" she confessed.

"Wow!"

"Shut up, Brock!" she snapped.

Brock laughed.

He approached Reba, and looked cautiously at Barbra Jean. "You are SURE about this?"

"I would do anything for my BEST friend," she assured him.

Brock nodded and pulled Reba into his arms, she felt the familiar rush of emotions and knew that this time she could act on them without guilt.

"I love you, Brock," she mumbled as he kissed her.

"I love you, too, Barbra Jean…"

"WHAT?" she pulled back and slapped his chest.

He pulled a face and laughed.

"I'm kidding," he smiled. "I do love you, Reba. I was an idiot to let you go. I will NEVER make that mistake again."

He kissed her again.

"YAY!" Barbra Jean clapped excitedly. "Since I'm your best friend, I get to be your maid of honor in your wedding, when you marry Brock again!"

Reba pulled a face.

"Marrying Brock, AGAIN?" she looked to him and smiled.

"I never asked you…"

"I never said yes," she grinned.

Reba kissed him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She'd won… she ALWAYS won!

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