(SOOO tired might not be the best part, anyway enjoy the creative juices I have left, cuz I've spewed them on this screen by the time you are reading it!) -Hannanball13

Brock stood flabbergasted staring at the picture that fell from the wall when his daughter had left, the glass shattered around the newly taken family portrait, he looked down to see BJ and Henry smiling back at him, oh, the irony, he thought as he ignored his aching heart.

"Hey Mom," Cheyenne greeted as she entered the house through the back door.

"Oh hello there Cheyenne.." she jumped, caught off guard by her daughter's cheerful attitude, Reba pushed on her sides, trying to relieve some of the pressure the baby was causing near her bladder,

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to have to pee again, I just went, this child just won't give in!" She uttered slightly agitated as she got up from the kitchen chair,

"Where are you going?"

"Gee, what's with the questions Cheyenne? Didn't I just say I had to pee?"

Cheyenne remained in the kitchen, stunned at the way her mother snapped at her, with no apology following it.

The next two weeks went like normal, except Reba was pregnant, Her parents hadn't left and BJ was less often seen around the Hart/Montgomery residence. It was about one or two in the afternoon that the knock came at the door, waking Reba from her light slumber, causing her feet to slip from elevation onto the cold wooden floor, J.V had gone outside to paint the shed with Jake, Cheyenne and her mother had run off somewhere and Kyra, well Kyra was still trying so hard to get back to her band life, but nearly losing her arm had put a damper on her plans of travelling to Europe this summer with them. Even all the physical therapy in the world wouldn't get her back to her prime, her prime was gone, lost after a Honda T-Boned her ford in a gas station parking lot. Even so, Kyra wouldn't have been able to leave her mother, not in the situation Reba had gotten herself into, it was almost like baby sitting to Kyra, watching her mother slowly go off the deep end would be better than recieving a letter in Germany from her sister that Mom had had a mental breakdown or something.

"Who is it?" Reba asked impatiently facing the door, not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.

"Umm, it's Brock, Reba please I need to talk to you!"

"Well whatever you have to say, say it through the door, that way it will be easier for me to ignore you.." she laid back down on the couch closing her eyes.

"I don't think you're gonna want me to do that..."

"Why the heck not? You didn't want to talk to me for months Brock, why now?"

"Cause, I-I have to-"

Reba sat back up, biting her bottom lip apprehensively, she made her way to the door, unlocking it slowly, hoping she would change her mind and stop before she could fully open it, nope. Brock stood with his hands in his pockets,

"Wow, I forgot how beautiful you look when you are pregnant." He gushed, almost forgetting what he specifically went over to do.

"Shut up Brock and tell me just what you had to wake me up for, I was more than happy dreaming about the future I never had, after all if I had just went with my gut and went to Nashville, I'd probably be the Queen of Country by now or something..." she said, sighing about what could have been.

"I've had a long time to think, umm eight years to be exact."

"Yeah? Where are you going with this Brock?" she urged, as her heart slowly made it's way up into her throat awaiting his answer.

"And I love BJ, I do, and I love Henry, and my family, and I'm happy with BJ..."

"Brock, did you come all the way over here, just to tell me you love your mistress even after eight years of a marriage you were practically forced into?" She asked, adding the last bit to rub the salt into his wounds.

"No- I came here to say even though I love BJ, it isn't the way I love you..."

"Sooo what's your- wait, love?"

"Yeah- Love, I still love you Reba.."

She had been waiting for that moment for years, wondering when they would finally break down to each other, and Reba realized that she broke down a while ago, it was quite obvious that day at the hospital that she never stopped loving him too.

Tears sprung to her eyes, and she wiped them away as quickly as posible,

"Brock I think-"

"I'm done thinking Reba, I still love ya, and I'm not afraid to admit it anymore..."

"Brock-"

"And you know what? If you'll have me back, well then this would be the best thing thats ever happened to me!"

"Brock- It's not- BJ-Henry, what I'm trying to say, is that ship has sailed, a while ago now, you have another family, that if you hurt, well I could never forgive you... I don't wanna see BJ and Henry go through the hell I went through to get where I am today... It wouldn't be right, and Brock, quite frankly, you made your choice, eight and a half years ago... I may not have stopped loving you, but I stopped trusting you, and I don't want BJ to stop trusting you the way I did, otherwise, you'll find another mistress when things go awry... I'm sorry, as much as I don't wanna admit it, BJ deserves better than that.." Reba took a tissue from the tissue box and blew her nose before it could start running. She blinked away the tears..

"R-Reba, I don't think you understand-"

"No, I do, I love you too Brock." She kissed his lips, softly and quickly, using what little energy and passion she had left these days for him, and she left the room, yelling to her father and her son outside,

"HOW'S THAT SHED COMING ALONG FELLA'S!"

Brock sat on the couch, speechless, he never knew what having his heart ripped out and spit on felt like, He guessed this is how Reba felt for the last six years before she met Brian, and well Reba knew herself, that she didn't truely love Brian, she never would, only as a friend and fling would he ever be good for her... Not as a husband, not as her lover, but maybe a dad, and she was willing to find out, as long as Brock didn't get in the way, like she knew he would.