(Sorry about the short chapters, that's why I update every night! Reviews are much appreciated!)~Hannanball13

TWO MONTHS LATER-

It took longer than expected to plan her parents second wedding, forgetting her father would never change; being so cheap, she meant. The past two months have been the best they could be, Brock took over caring for Reba, and brought her to every appointment, rubbed her feet, brought her out to dinner, but lately Reba was too tired to do anything. She was happy watching a movie every night. Cheyenne held up her mother's dress, just to make sure she would still fit, and she didn't need to get the seamstress that had slowly made her way up in Cheyenne's contacts straight to her speed dial. How was Cheyenne supposed to know the church would practically be the budget?

"You just have to try it on one more time!"

"C'mon Cheyenne, if it doesn't fit, let's face it, I'm wearing sweat pants down the aisle!"

Brock chuckled.

"I'm glad someone thinks you're funny!" she stomped her foot like a small child having a temper tantrum.

"Fine, I'll try on the dress!" She giggled,finally decinding to appease her eldest daughter. Reba tryed pulling herself up, her stomach leading the way, but it was much too hard, and Brock had to grab her arms, hoisting his soon-to-be -wife- again up, just happy it wasn't because she had to pee.

At this point her pregnancy, Reba showed no shame, just happy a healthy baby was growing inside of her, content with the new life she had been leading the past two months.

Cheyenne grabbed her mother's arm, much like her father had just done, practically dragging her up the stair case, ecstatic that her mother was willing to try on her dress again.

"It should fit, and if it doesn't, Marie will come over again tomorrow to fix it for the ceremony. Are you nervous?"

"I've already married him once, I suppose this time will be the same, except his ex- mistress is my maid of honor..." It finally had sunk in as she said it out loud, her friends and family must think she was nuts, which she didn't deny while she remembered the bachelorette party BJ tried so hard to impress her with... Reba cringed as she remembered the stripper...

"I can't believe the way Barbra Jean reacted when you told her that you and Dad were back together.."

Reba smiled at the thought, she remembered BJ's wild expression as she covered Henry's ears... He would eventually find out, she said, but maybe not today. She knew it had been rough, heck it wasn't so easy for Reba to tell her in the first place, but it had to be done and coming from Brock would have probably been cruel... And Brock didn't have the power to make BJ her maid of honor, which lightened the blow noticeably.

Barbra Jean would call everyday, assuring Reba this would be the best wedding she had ever had, and hopefully the last.

The "zipping" sound of Cheyenne triumphantly fitting Reba into her dress snapped her out of her daze,

"Perfect!" she unzipped the dress and Reba slid it off, slipping back into her clothes while her hand followed the ripples that were her baby jabbing at her sides and at times, kicking in her kidneys.

"Jake and him are sure gonna get along..."

"Why do you say that?" Cheyenne laughed as she hung her mother's dress back on the hanger and put it where it belonged.

"Well, he either has no room in there cause his legs are too long and he's gonna come out shooting hoops or he's gonna make me a soccor mom.." Reba glanced at the one tiny soccor trophy Jake had brought home to her, so proud of his tiny reward he made it a point to put it on her dresser, but then eventually he found basketball, which he enjoyed more.

"I wouldn't doubt it..."

Reba stretched her back,

"Ouch-"

Cheyenne's head shot up,

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah I-I'm fine honey, just moved wrong is all, don't worry about it, now help me up!"

Cheyenne looked at her mother, remembering just pieces of the day Jake was born, and all of Ryan's and Elizabeth's birth, thinking about that dull ache in her back that was always followed by a contraction, but believing her mother and trusting that she would know after three children, she grabbed Reba's hand, and went to go take a shower.

Reba slowly made her way down the steps to watch a movie with Brock, usually,She would doze off about thirty or forty minutes in, waking up to find Brock had carried her upstairs and tucked her in without waking her up. "Thank you" she would mumble as she'd pull the covers up to her chin and quietly fall back to sleep.

"You ready to watch-" he picked up the movie on the end table, hiding the disappoinment in his eyes, "Sleeping With the Enemy?"

"Of course..." she grinned as she grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and snuggled up onto his lap.

Like clockwork, Brock looked over to find Reba fast asleep, and sighed in relief as he turned off the T.V, the picture stopping at a bewildered expression on Julia Robert's face, and then eventually fading to black. He bent his knees, the past two months he had been doing this; and was starting to think that Van might have to start helping him with her when he climbed up the steps. His knees were bad enough, and he would eventually want to play golf again, maybe not anytime soon, but again.

Brock slowly and painfully made his way up the stairs, a snoozing Reba in his arms, he admired her peaceful expression while she slept, loving her even more, his heart swelling with happiness he placed her in bed, sliding her slippers off and tucking her in, he always made her get in her pajamas before the movie, just so he wouldn't have to wake her up when she would fall asleep.

He kissed her forehead, and whispered,

"I love you." Even though she wouldn't hear him or say it back, and slid off his pants, joining her. He fell fast asleep, enjoying the familiar body heat that radiated off of Reba, and took a deep breath, remembering he was getting married tomorrow.

Reba stretched her back as she peeled off the comforter from her sweaty PJ's and rubbed at her sides, feeling more achy than usual, but cast that feeling aside, convincing herself she had slept funny, Brock was gone, off to the church when she made her way down stairs, BJ was awaiting Reba in the kitchen, tapping her foot impatiently holding a curling iron and a straightener.

"Breakfast is on the table, no toast- umm, burnt it." She pointed at the garbage can where two pieces of charred bread lay sadly on top of a banana peel.

"You gonna attack me with those things while I eat?" she asked jokingly, pulling the chair out to sit down, nibbling at the strawberry she grabbed from the bowl, realizing, strangely, she wasn't all that hungry this morning..

"Yeah, I let you sleep in, one more hour to be exact- you really don't need those bags under your eyes when you're-"

BJ innocently stopped talking, looking up to see a glare that could kill,

"Fine-" she replied stabbing at an egg.

Barbra Jean, curled and straightened, straightened and curled, only stopping once to let Reba use the bathroom which came as a pleasant surprise, she went on and on about how happy she was being Reba's maid of honor, and chuckled at the thought of Henry in a little suit, bearing the rings.

After she was done, she handed her best friend a button up and a pair of jeans to dress in so she wouldn't ruin her hair, and waited in the car with Reba's dress, Van had hung cans off of Rhonda, using fishing line, because tape might damage the original paint job, and had taken it to the church, so they had Brocks SUV.

BJ noticed Reba's tense attitude, and the fact she had been pressing at her sides the same way now as she was while she was doing her hair.

"You alright there Red?" she asked as she turned out of the driveway.

"Yep... Just thinking.."

"Does thinking require lamaz?"

"Who says I'm doing- What are you talking about?" Reba argued.

"Ohhh you're definitely not just breathing that way..." She made dramatic blowing noises and heaving sounds to get her point across, "No-" She ended seriously.

"It's fine- just Braxton Hicks you know?"

"Sure." The big blonde answered skeptically, turning into the church, as Reba breathed out, thinking about how annoying the directional was in the process.

BJ helped Reba from the car,

"BJ, don't tell Brock, I don't want to ruin everything!" she begged.

Barbra Jean shuddered,

"You really want this don't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Cuz I woulda been to the hospital before you could blink, shoving an epidural into my own spine.."

Reba cringed, whether from the thought of a giant needle or a contraction BJ didn't want to know, she grabbed the dress from the back seat, going along with her pregnant best friend, understanding Reba really wanted a wedding, she tried her best to forget the fact that Reba was obviously, in labor.