(Quick update, having alittle bit of trouble with inspiration, so this is a rather short chapter, but nevertheless I still hope you enjoy my efforts) ~Hannanball13
ONE MONTH LATER….
Cheyenne called from the kitchen,
"Mom c'mon it's time for your check up!"
Reba walked out of the living room, with a pint of ice cream in her hand,
"I totally forgot…"
"Eww, ice cream for breakfast! Glad to see the morning sickness went away.."
Reba put the pint of ice cream back in the freezer,
"Never said it did.." she said as she washed her hands in the sink swallowing the last bit of ice cream in her mouth.
Cheyenne shook her head,
"Well, we're taking Rhonda, so don't puke in Van's car."
Reba chuckled,
"Van's been treating me like a time bomb, like I'm gonna explode at any second, I think we'll have to sedate him the week of my due date. I just walked into the living room, when I sat next to him he scooted as far away as he could, and handed me the remote."
"Well use that to your advantage, maybe I should get pregnant so I can watch what I want!" She replied jokingly.
They got into the car,
"Is Kyra still staying at dad and Barbara Jean's?"
"Yeah…. She still won't talk to me."
"And Bryan?"
"He won't pick up his phone, and I don't blame him, but I still think he's avoiding the situation, I mean I'm not anymore…"
"Not everyone is you Mom, you shake it off rather quickly, and you're not one to let something get to you."
Reba sat there, everything about what Cheyenne just said was false, and why didn't she think this was eating away at her like it was piece by piece? All of this? She was strong, but who could handle this? Brock hadn't been to the house in a month, Jake would just ride his bike down to their place every other weekend, Barbara Jean came over every day bearing ridiculous gifts, including a Jesus mobile for over the baby's crib, and Kyra still didn't want anything to do with her, and to top it off Van nearly flinched every time she walked into a room, while she couldn't help but feel guilty for not telling Elizabeth why Cheyenne was making her Grandmother go to the doctor every two weeks. Even her granddaughter could since that life in the Hart/Montgomery household wasn't going as usual.
While Reba was lost in her own mind, they had arrived at the hospital, Reba felt like a freak each time she waited in that waiting room with all of those young mothers, although Reba didn't look as if she was in her fifties, her frequent visits made it obvious what her situation was.
"Reba Hart."
Reba walked into the white room, and sat down on the examine table, it was just an ultrasound so Reba always opted away from wearing the skimpy gown they always tried to make her wear, the technician came in, this was Reba's first ultrasound with the actual technician and her heart nearly jumped from her chest when she realized it was the same person who always assisted in her checkups when she was pregnant for Jake,
"Oh well my, my, I wasn't expecting to see you here." She greeted with an overly exaggerated and positive smile spreading across her face,
"I know ever again right?" Reba told her resentment dripping from her words, how could the universe be so cruel?
"Well let's just take a looksy…"
Reba tried to smile, but couldn't manage a convincing one,
"Yup."
She squirted the goo all about Reba's abdomen,
"Hello Cheyenne, haven't seen you in a while, Brock couldn't make it to this appointment?"
Reba sighed,
"Nope, Brock and I are divorced, it's been that way for almost eight years now."
When they were first separated it always felt as if the news of the Hart's marriage and Brock's pregnant mistress was spreading like wildfire through Houston, Texas, so it was finny to hear an unknowing set of ears.
The technician's cheeks turned red in embarrassment,
"Oh well who's the lucky guy?"
"No lucky guy, unlucky guy, wants nothing to do with this."
Just then, another familiar face came through the examine room door, Bryan stood with hurt written all across his face,
"That's not true Reba and you know it! I don't think I'd be here if I didn't"