2 MONTHS LATER:

(I'm going to apologize in advance for the skip, I know it ticks most people off, but I'm doing it! Still, ENJOY!")

"Mom, you know you're not supposed to be up!"

"Cheyenne I'm standing for fifteen minutes; these dishes need to be done once in a while by an actual person instead of being thrown into the dishwasher, I see our dinner from three weeks ago on this plate!" Reba argued scrubbing at the dish furiously.

"You are on bed rest, get back upstairs!"

"I don't want to go upstairs; it's so lonely up there!" Usually Reba was fine with being alone, in fact it was a wonderful change, with Ryan and Elizabeth it was hard to find a moment alone, but now, she was alone and hormonal…Which didn't make for a good combination.

"Fine, I'll bring your pillow and blanket downstairs, but Van wants to watch a football game in an hour, he's been really stressed lately taking on his work and your assignments too Mom!" She paused, "I just want him to relax, so do me a favor, watch the game with him, it might make him feel better if he sees you out of your bedroom..."

"Aww, Van is worried about me?" She asked holding her hands to her heart, her lip quivering a bit. Cheyenne almost bashed her head against the refrigerator door when she realized her mother was going to start crying again. But before Reba could shed a tear, Van walked in,

"Mrs. H? What the hell are you doing?" he questioned angrily.

"The dishes Van." She answered her hands still to her chest.

"Well you should be in bed, come here..."

"Why Van?"

"You shouldn't be walking up those stairs; I'll carry you, now come on hop up." He said it so seriously Reba almost felt bad when she burst out laughing. As she chuckled Van became furious,

"Mrs. H, I'm serious…. Do you want to go back to the hospital, Cause I'll bring you back, I'll bring you back and tell them- tell them, Ummm- you are endangering your child by refusing to remain in your bed and rest as ordered by the doctor." Van finished his sentenced and couldn't help but smile a triumphant grin when he actually realized it was a plausible statement and that his Mother in law was about to fold.

"Van, I'll go, but please don't carry me…" Reba didn't like anyone touching her at this time, she couldn't stand hugs, or any contact with another person when she was pregnant, she wasn't like most pregnant women, she carried herself without a waddle, and even at six months along her hands had not shifted from her hips to her back much like every other woman, even pregnan,t Reba didn't like to show weakness if she could control it. Her random bouts of crying, were the only time she ever showed her family she was actually vulnerable, and besides the fact she spent two weeks in the hospital along with her daughter she still considered herself invincible. Kyra walked in cradling her arm which was still hanging from the sling, and as she entered the kitchen you could see her small limp she had acquired from the accident.

"Has Bryan called Mom?" She asked without hesitation even though almost every person in the Hart/Montgomery household knew Bryan was a touchy subject these days, but Kyra, being Kyra wasn't able to ignore the gigantic, oversized elephant in the room like everyone else, even Cheyenne the nosiest of the two stepped around the topic.

"No Kyra," Reba whispered, "I haven't, he's not too pleased with me these days."

She vividly recalled that day in the hospital, even drugged up, she could remember Bryan's face. He had asked her to marry him, to love him, but even Reba couldn't just fall in love on a whim, sure he was sweet, kind and gentle, and he didn't have a fake tan like her no good, idiot ex-husband, who seemed to have ruined the moment, Reba blamed the fact she said no to her baby's father's proposal on Brock. If Brock hadn't barged in like he did, she may have said yes, but that man had a way of walking in and stirring up settled feelings, especially Reba's feelings. Bryan put the ring back in his pocket, he shook with anger as he spit at Brock,

"Clearly you two need a moment." He slammed the door and Brock started giggling like a school girl.

"What kind of proposal was that? Did he think it would be romantic when he proposed to you when you were drooling, maybe the catheter set the mood for him?"

She could remember his words dripping with disgust, and she could only stare at his grinning face, absolutely disgusted herself.

"You ruin everything! You do! You never go away! NEVER! I ask and I ask, I just want to forget about you, that's all, forget I ever loved you! You married your gosh darn mistress, why can't you let me marry Bryan, is that so hard? You are the one who made the mistake eight years ago Brock Hart, not me, you knocked up your dental hygienist with two first names and married her now you hang around my home with your sad puppy dog eyes because you're not happy! Well I was just starting to be happy again! Just let me move on, let me stop loving you, let me stop…." Reba watched the room spin around her and watched as the room went black, now when brock came back, she would lock her door or pretend she was asleep.

"He's not coming back, He promised me he would but he's not…He's just like Brock!"

Reba rushed off up the stairs, to call her Momma, somehow she had managed to make it six months without tell her Momma and her Daddy. Every conversation always started with, "Reba, is there something wrong, you can tell me I'm your Mama after all." She would pry in her Southern drawl, much like her daughters.

She dialed the phone, this time breathing heavily, quickly regretting ever doing this.

"Hello?"

"Hey mama it's Reba, you busy?"

"Nah, you Daddy's just out back shootin' a couple pigeons, what's wrong honey?"

"Nothing per say, but I think it's time for you to visit again, I think we need to talk… In person… Preferably.." There was a long pause.

"JV!"

"What?" Reba heard her father yell irritably,

"Our little Reba wants us to come for a visit, SOON!" she emphasized, as Reba looked down at her ever expanding middle, "little" may not have been the best term to describe her at the current time.

"Don't you worry, we'll be there as soon as we can!" And the line went dead. She had no idea what that meant, but decided knowing her parents they probably meant next week, she could wait, well not too long. She fell asleep trying to figure out what she was going to say to her parents when they came, and decided she was better off not to worry about it right not and fell fast asleep only to be woken my the doorbell…. It was one a.m.

Reba heard Van fall from his own bed and scramble for the replica of the light saber they hung on the wall. He was down the stairs before Reba got out of her room,

"Van, who is it?" She asked her heart pounding as she covered herself with her robe.

"I don't know keep quiet, I'm gonna answer the-" As Van started unlocking the door, a voice called from outside,

"Come on you ninny, just open the door!" JV pounded his fist on the door.

"What?" Reba scrambled to the other side of the stairs and leaned on them nonchalantly, hiding her stomach.

"Van, go on open the door for my parents!"

He unlocked the door completely and opened it to reveal his Wife's grandparents, bags in their hands,

"We came as quick as we could!"

JV entered the living room,

"Hi my little Reba, aren't ya' gonna' come over here and give your daddy a hug?"

"Sure Daddy", Reba responded nervously, she crossed her arms and quickly walked over to her father, he didn't seem to notice her protruding abdomen so she gripped in a huge hug.

"I missed you so much!"

"Reba? Have you gained a little weight?" Her father asked confused.

Van chuckled,

"Hahahaha, more than a little!" He turned on the light, "Look at that baby bump!" He pointed. Van realized he had made a mistake when Reba's face turned that familiar shade of red to match her hair,

"Oops." He muttered under his breath, JV McKinney stood there with a furious look on his face, now Van knew where Mrs. H got it.