Reba searched her brain this wasn't a predicament the red head ever thought she would be in, better yet not a predicament she wanted to be in….

She finally got the nerve to leave the soothing bathroom floor; it was cool, and seemed to keep the nausea to a minimum. Reba steadied herself on her feet, and tucked the test in her back pocket of her jeans, and as she entered the hallway reluctantly she wasn't surprised only to be facing Van, who was uncomfortably close to her, Texas heat was horrific enough, she didn't need her gigantic son-in-law right on top of her.

Reba let out a sigh of frustration, and Van stepped back realizing she was in one of her moods… Well not one of her usual moods, this time she could blame her irritability on the tiny human growing inside of her.

"What Van?" she asked.

"Woah, woah, Mrs. H, I was just wondering if you needed anything?"

"No Van! The only thing I need is to speak with Bryan, but I need the gosh darn nerve to do it, and breathing down my neck won't make me brave now will it?"

"We got some whiskey down…..oh yeah." He giggled nervously and slowly stepped away until he was out of smacking distance; she shrugged his usual stupidity off and made her way down stairs, gripping the railing so hard her knuckles were white, trying her best to look like she was well, but only managed to look as if she was tipsy. Reba lowered herself down onto the bottom step, and successfully made it to the couch before collapsing in utter exhaustion from attempting to make the room stop spinning. As she laid herself down, Barbara Jean came barging through the door,

"REBA!"

Reba, out of surprise shot up off the couch only to make herself more nauseous than before, although at this point seemed almost impossible.

"What Barbara Jean?" Reba questioned in anger.

"Cheyenne told me you were sick, I came STRAIGHT over, I think I broke the record!" She clicked the stop watch, "Yep, twenty one seconds! That's not even jumping the fence!"

Reba rolled her eyes,

"Exactly how much did Cheyenne tell you?"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid to get the stomach flu, Henry gets it all of the time…."

"Yeah, you know, I think I just need some quiet time, just to lay back and relax, I'll get over it."

"Okay, did you call Bryan?"

Reba shot back up,

"Why would I have to call Bryan? Bryan doesn't need to get sick, Bryan doesn't deserve this, what am I supposed to tell him, hey Bryan I don't feel well, wanna come over just so I can scare you away by telling you I'm pre-"

"You're what?" Barbara Jean asked suspiciously.

"Pre- pretending to be s-sick." She covered.

"Oh I thought you were going to say you were pregnant! Can you imagine Reba pregnant! Hahahahahahahahaha… Reba pregnant! Aww man, I crack myself up" She chuckled.

"Excuse me?" Reba's face turned almost the same color of her hair, and this time she shot up straight off the couch into Barbara Jean's face,

"What did you say you big blonde bimbo? Why would that be so strange huh? I had three of your husband's kids, why would it be so ridiculous for me to have a fourth with another man? Would you like to explain Barbara Jean! Wouldya?" Tears of anger streamed down Reba's face, and she wiped them away quickly, but not quick enough to hide them from the big o'l blonde, that was now so shocked she was sitting on the couch with her mouth wide open.

"Oh my God, Ohhhh myyyy Godddddd!"

"Oh shut your pie hole Barbara Jean!"

"Reba is PREGNANT!" She squealed as Jake walked in,

"Mom YOUR WHAT!" Jake was old enough now that he could understand most any arguments, he was almost a teenager, which only seemed to make her more upset today.

"BARBARA JEAN GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" she screamed.

She walked out the door never letting her eyes off of Reba, still in disbelief. Jake walked toward his mother,

"Mom? Is that true?"

"Yes honey, it's true." She sat back down.

"It's Bryan's isn't it?"

"Umm, yeah Jakie, that's right.."

She had been expecting some big heart broken reaction….

"Okay. Well Bryan's waiting out in the kitchen…"

"WHAT?"

"Yeah remember, you were puking, Dad was golfing, Cheyenne couldn't leave Elizabeth because Van was at work, so you asked Bryan to bring me to practice…"

She shook her head, not believing how she could forget that? She was almost scared to see what Bryan was doing in the kitchen; she dismissed Jake to his room and slowly made her way over to see Bryan. He was sitting on the kitchen floor,

"Reba?"

"Before you react-"

"NO, no I'm gonna react! You barely even wanted to make love with me Reba!You were even hesitant to date me again, I love you Reba, I do! But you have to tell me one thing, do you love me?"