Reba pulled into the driveway. It was Brock's turn with the kids, and she was dropping them off. She didn't know what to expect from him, but she hoped that he wouldn't try to pull anything in front of the kids. Not only did she not want the kids to be a part of their situation, but she wasn't feeling too great today and she didn't want to stand around and chat. The morning sickness was finally starting to get to her.

She took a deep breathe before she closed her car door, and then she walked to the back to grab a few of the kid's things. She walked the kids and their bags and Kyra knocked on the door. Brock came to the door and hugged Jake when he jumped up on his father to give him a hug. Jake was always excited to see him.

Their kids ran into the house and Brock took the bags from Reba. "Come in."

"No, I really should be getting back."

"Please, I think we need to talk," he took her hand and pulled her in his direction. He looked behind himself to see if the kids were standing behind them. They weren't. But little did he know Kyra was sitting at the top of the stairs, listening to every word they were saying. She was onto something and she knew it.

"Brock, I don't feel too great and you hardly ever get to see the kids," she tried.

"It won't take long. I just want to know where we stand." He gave her a concerned look.

Reba felt a little dizzy and she leaned up against the door. "Where we stand? Well, where do we stand Brock? You're married, I'm married, and I'm pregnant."

"I know, but you love me, and I love you. That has to count for something."

Kyra had heard that. She knew that she wasn't wrong. The first thing on her mind was calling Cheyenne, but she wanted to continue listening...

"Brock, it does count for something. But look at the situation we're in. Even if we each got divorced now, there is still the baby. It's not yours and it's not just going to go away."

Brock had already though about all of the possibilities. "I know the baby isn't mine. Our kids aren't Jack's but he still loves and cares for them."

"But would you really want a new baby around here? They are a lot of work, and for what? Me? Is that really worth it?" She challenged.

"Of course it's worth it. I would love that kid like it were my own." That was an answer Reba was not expecting. She would never had imagined that Brock would be so willing to do that.

"And what are you supposed to tell Barbra Jean? What am I supposed to tell Jack, 'I'm leaving you and moving back to Texas to have our baby with Brock.'?? I don't think that would go over so well." She just wanted to get back to the serenity of the hotel where she could lie down.

"Please, Reba. Don't leave me here again. I love you. I don't want to loose you."

And with that Kyra ran upstairs. She ran to the phone and immediately called Cheyenne to tell her what new news she had gathered.

Meanwhile, the conversation downstairs was getting heavy. "I love you too Brock. You know that. But I don't want to be in this situation. The roads we are on right now don't lead in the same direction."

Brock grabbed Reba off of the door, unexpectedly to kiss her. She still had that dizzy feeling and her heart rate increasing was just the thing to make it worse. Her heart was pounding in her head and she felt like she was going to faint. "Brock," she panted, pushing him off of her. "Please, don't."

She put her hand on her forehead trying to stop the world from spinning. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I have to get back."

"Not like that you're not," he firmly told her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked her to the couch. "Now what's wrong?"

"Brock, let's think here. I'm pregnant, what do you think is wrong?"

Thinking to himself for a second, his eyes widened. He remembered all that Reba had been through with Cheyenne, Kyra, and Jake. Morning sickness was always a big problem for her. He remembered being surprised about how easy Barbra Jean's morning sickness was to get over, but Reba always got hit hard. He wasn't going to leave her alone when she needed someone around. "You're staying here then."

"No, Brock, I'm leaving." She started to get up, to find the world spinning again. She sat back down, "What if Jack calls?"

"Well, here is the phone," he handed the receiver to her, "call him and tell him what is going on. Tell him that if he needs you, that you will be here."

Reba looked at him in a sulk and grabbed the phone. She didn't want to be here, but she didn't want to be alone. "I'm not staying that long, no need to call him," she said handing the phone back to Brock.

He gave up, she wasn't going to give in this time. "Fine, but you're not driving back if you can't walk to your car first."

"I can walk to my car just fine! I got here didn't I?" Reba started to get frustrated with him.

"Alright, alright, calm down," he said raising his hands in defense. He sat down next to her and let her lean onto his shoulder. They sat and talked for a while, and then before he knew it, Reba had fallen asleep. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her, never moving, careful not to wake her. He just sat there and starred at her. He couldn't help it. She was laying there looking so beautiful, like such an angel. He watched her breathing slow as she fell deeper asleep. There is nothing more beautiful...he thought.

Once Brock heard some commotion upstairs he slowly laid Reba down onto the couch and then walked up the stairs to see what was going on. Kyra was fighting with Jake over the phone. "Get back twerp! I had it first and I'm talking to Cheyenne!" Kyra yelled.

"But I want to say 'hi' to Van!" Jake protested against his sister.

"You can when I'm done. Now go away."

"No!"

"Alright, cut it out you two!" Brock interrupted the love fest, "Kyra give me the phone." Kyra unwillingly handed him the phone, "Cheyenne," he said into the receiver, "Kyra is going to have to go. She will call you back later, alright?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Bye." Brock handed the phone back to Kyra, who then hung it up.

"Are you guys hungry?"

They both nodded. "Well what do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza!" Jake insisted. Normally at home he didn't get fast food because it made him sick, but here at his Dad's house, without his Mom or Jack, he could eat all he wanted.

"How about pizza tomorrow night? You're Mom is downstairs sleeping right now, and if she knew I gave you pizza she would kill me."

"Awww," Jake whined.

"How about taco's? I think I can make those."

"Okay," Jake said, a little disappointed that he didn't get pizza tonight.

They all walked downstairs to see their mother asleep on the couch. They crept past her, sure not to wake her, then Kyra ran for the phone in the kitchen. She called back Cheyenne, "So, as I was saying, I heard it! They said that they loved each other and there was some serious talk about divorce!! This is serious Cheyenne! I didn't think that it was possible, and this is NOT good."

"Calm down. Did you ever think that you might have miss-heard them?"

"I'm not deaf Cheyenne! I heard it just fine! What do I do?"

"What are you talking about?" Jake butted into the conversation.

"Nothing," she said shushing him, "Help me !" she begged Cheyenne.

"I don't know! Don't let them keep this up! Jack is here at home worried sick about her, and to know what she was doing would kill him."

"Alright, I have to go. I hear Dad coming back. Call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Mhmm, Bye."

They hung up. Now all Kyra had to do was watch her parents...


There's too many ways, too many ways, I could spend hours in my day,
So many ways, so many ways, I could spend money I've made,
And if I try, I'll never have to learn a thing,
There's too many ways, too many ways, I could spend hours in my day,

And we'll see, when winter's finally broken,
Everything, the words that we have spoken,
Will hardly mean a thing,
And if we fail to notice, what they have tried to show us,
We'll never learn to sing,

You're never alone, never alone, can't you see you only think so?
Favorite show, favorite show, turn it on can't miss an episode,
And if you try you'll never have to learn a thing,
Never alone, never alone, can't you see you only think so?

And we'll see, when winter's finally broken,
Everything, the words that we have spoken,
Will hardly mean a thing,
And if we fail to notice, what they have tried to show us,
We'll never learn to sing,

The music's loud, the tv's loud, the radio is on,
I'm making sure there's plenty noise, so I can't see I'm wrong,
The music's loud, the tv's loud, the radio is on,
I'm making sure there's plenty noise, so I can't see I'm wrong