A/N: It won't take me so long to ever write another chapter again. I'm going to have this story finished soon.
A few hours later
Reba took a nap for a while, but when she woke up she couldn't believe what had happened. She didn't remember much, but she knew what had happened just a little while ago.
"I've become the other woman." She thought. "I'm the other woman to Barbara Jean." Reba scowled. She didn't want to think about it like that, but she didn't have any other way to look at it. She had slept with another woman's husband; making her the other woman because Barbara Jean is the wife in this scenario. "I never wanted this to happen. I've never wanted to be the other woman. I never wanted anybody to feel the same way I did." Reba was angry with herself. How could she fix this? There wasn't anything that she could do to take back sleeping with Brock, but she could go and apologize to Barbara Jean. She ran her hand through her hair. That's what she'd do; she'd talk to Barbara Jean and apologize. Reba was sure she would understand because of her relationship with Brock. If there was anybody who could understand what Reba was going through it would be her. Usually, Reba considered her the enemy; but right now she was the closest friend Reba could have. She just had to get up and go into the office and talk to her.
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Reba walked into the office that day and was looking around.
"Reba?" Brock asked from behind her. She whirled around and looked at him. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you." Reba replied. He held his hands out.
"Well, I'm here, what's going on?"
"Where's your receptionist?" Reba asked.
"I'm looking at her." Brock replied. "You've worked in my office for the last fifteen years." Reba scrunched up her nose.
"So Barbara Jean doesn't work here?" Brock sighed.
"This again?" He took her hands in his and looked into his eyes. "Reba, I don't know a Barbara Jean, I have never known one." Reba sighed.
"It just feels like you do."
"Reba, you hit your head awfully hard on the floor a few days ago. You were even in the hospital; they said you had a concussion. That may be where all this confusion came from; but I don't know her. It had to be a dream."
"It wasn't a dream." Reba shook her head. "It was the last six years. You had an affair and Henry was born. Cheyenne and Van got together and had Elizabeth." Reba said quietly. She wasn't sure what was going on. "I'm not even sure we're really married." Reba looked at Brock. His eyes were filled with sadness because she was going through this again.
"Reba?" Brock asked. "Do you need to sit down?"
"No. I don't need to sit down; I need to figure out what's going on." Brock helped ease her into a chair.
"Reba, remember earlier? I told you that we were married?" Brock asked. He rubbed his hand against her engagement ring and her wedding ring. "You wouldn't wear these if we weren't married."
"Maybe I would." She muttered.
"I know you Reba; you wouldn't if we weren't married. You just have to trust me."
"That's such a difficult thing to do when I'm so confused." Reba said. She looked up at Brock. "You said I hit my head?" Brock nodded.
"Harder than I thought it looks like." Brock kissed the top of her head. "Are you going to be alright? I don't want you driving. I'll call Cheyenne and have her come get you." Reba looked at Brock.
"What would that do? Then the car she drove would be here and we'd take mine home." She said.
"We'll work it out Reba." He replied. Then walked over to the phone and dialed. Brock turned away from Reba and she couldn't hear who he was talking to. When he hung up, he turned to face her. "Cheyenne will be here soon to get you."
"So that's who he called." Reba thought.
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"Mom, what's going on?" Cheyenne asked as she drove home from the office. Reba looked out the window and sighed. Then she turned to face her daughter.
"I don't know what's going on anymore. I'm not sure what my life is turning into Cheyenne. I'm so confused. I thought your father and I were divorced and now I wake up this morning and he says we're married. It just doesn't make sense."
"Mom, I understand that you've been upset lately; but there isn't anything to worry about." Cheyenne replied. Reba looked at her daughter. Cheyenne was twenty-four years old and in graduate school. Reba touched Cheyenne's hand. She looked over at her. "What mom?"
"I just can't believe the wonderful young woman you've become. I mean here you are, in graduate school and making something out of your life." Cheyenne smiled as Reba talked.
"Well mom, law school is important. I can't be a lawyer without it." Reba smiled.
"You want to be a lawyer?" Reba asked looking at her. Cheyenne laughed and looked at her mom.
"Why do you think I'm in law school? You have to go to law school to be a lawyer mom." Reba laughed.
"You're right." Reba nodded. Cheyenne drove through Houston and finally got back to the house. "Wait, why are you at home instead of class today?"
"I have today off. I don't have classes today. I have my internship, but that is in a few hours. I was getting ready to go when dad called me to come get you. Besides, you are more important to me than anything." Cheyenne replied. Reba nodded.
"Have you seen Van lately?" Reba asked. Cheyenne scoffed.
"Van Montgomery?" Cheyenne laughed. "I haven't seen Van since high school mom."
"But you guys were so close. You dated in high school." Cheyenne nodded.
"We did, but not everybody who dates in high school gets married mom. We wanted different things. Van was looking for a good time and he knew he'd get a football scholarship, so he's at USC and I'm going to law school here in Texas. We had different ideas of what we wanted out of life." Cheyenne replied.
"I understand that." Reba nodded. She sat there quietly. So Cheyenne is in law school. That was unbelievable to her. Cheyenne didn't have a chance to go to college because she had Elizabeth and was married; but since Reba woke up, everything changed. Brock wasn't married to Barbara Jean; he'd never had an affair. Cheyenne and Van weren't married and didn't have a child. Kyra and Jake were just themselves. Kyra was growing into her adult responsibilities and getting ready to leave for college. Jake was growing up, but not as fast as he had been before. Maybe in her alternate reality Jake had to grow up more because of his parents' divorce and being an older brother. Cheyenne pulled into the driveway and helped Reba out of the car. "I'm not an invalid Cheyenne."
"I know that, but you still need help to get into the house. Do you want to go to bed?" Cheyenne asked. Reba growled under her breath and looked at Cheyenne.
"No, I want to be up. I want to move around and do something with the day." Reba replied. Cheyenne nodded.
"Alright mom." Cheyenne walked Reba up to the door and then kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry mom, but I have to leave for school. I'll see you when I get back from my internship."
"Alright." Reba nodded and watched Cheyenne walk towards the car. "Wait! My car!"
"What?" Cheyenne called out.
"My car!" Reba hollered.
"It'll be alright mom! We'll get it later." Cheyenne called back. Then she hopped into the car and drove off. Reba walked into the house and looked around. This was her house. It was the same house she'd been in since Kyra was about four years old. She walked around and stood in front of the wall between the kitchen and the living room. On the shelf was a family picture. It couldn't have been but maybe a year or so old.
"Is this really my life? Are Brock and Cheyenne telling the truth?" Reba wondered. She looked around and saw all kinds of stuff. She saw Brock's golf clubs sitting in the corner by the dining room table. She walked over and touched them. That should be enough proof because she'd destroyed them when they got divorced. She'd bent them up and sold them. Here they were, all polished and ready for Brock to take them to the golf course again. "Maybe I could learn to be happy with my life this way." Reba considered. "Brock never left, we've been happily married almost twenty-five years. Cheyenne's in law school, Kyra is going to college next fall; Jake's going to be at home going into high school. This is the way life should have been." Reba smiled. Maybe she could get used to this as her new reality. She wanted to believe that her life was this way. How hard would it be to act like it? Even just for a little while. While Reba was thinking to herself Kyra walked into the room.
"Hey mom." Kyra said. Reba turned around.
"Hi Kyra." Kyra eyed her carefully.
"What's wrong?" Kyra questioned. Reba shrugged.
"Nothing, I've just been thinking." Kyra nodded.
"Whatcha been thinkin' about?" Kyra asked raising an eyebrow at her mom. Reba looked down at her.
"I've been thinking about my life; our lives. How they've changed and what's the same." Reba sighed. She sat on the couch and Kyra sat next to her.
"You're still having trouble believing we're one big happy family aren't you?" Kyra questioned.
"Yeah. I just don't see how it's possible. Our family reeks of dysfunction." Reba stated. Kyra nodded.
"We have our moments mom, but at the same time; while I think the whole world is falling apart, I'm able to come home and see how much you and dad love each other and that you love us; and it makes everything alright." Kyra replied. [Gotta admit readers, I cried writing this line for Kyra] Reba nodded. She hugged Kyra.
"We do love you Kyra. We love all three of you very much." Reba relied.
"Alright." Kyra squirmed out of her mom's hug. "Just quit hugging me. It's odd." Reba laughed.
"I'm going to hug you for the rest of your life. You're my little girl." She looked at Kyra and pushed her long red locks out of her face. "So, have you decided where you're going to college?" Kyra paused.
"Well, I've had a lot of offers and I'd like to go to Yale. I want to be in journalism." Kyra said finally.
"Really? I didn't know you wanted to write." Reba responded. Kyra nodded.
"I think it'd be good for me. I want to be able to write for a newspaper or something. I want to travel the world."
"It would be good for you." Reba replied. Kyra nodded. "It's so far away; it'll be expensive for you to go that far away though."
"I know, that's something I wanted to talk to you and dad about." Kyra started.
"Whatever you need to go to school, we'll pay." Reba interrupted.
"No, not that," Kyra paused, "I mean I appreciate that, but I've decided to join the Air Corp. They will pay for my schooling when I come home." Kyra's announcement took her breath away.
"Kyra," Reba stopped, "are you sure this is what you'd like to do?" Kyra nodded.
"I want to go and help defend the country I've spent eighteen years living in. All these schools will want me just as much in a few years as they do right now." Kyra laughed. "And this way, you and dad won't have to worry about paying."
"Kyra, if that's what you're worried about; we can find a way to pay it. You don't have to risk your life-" Reba started. Kyra raised her hand to stop her mom.
"No, this is something I want to do. It doesn't have to do with my schooling. I want to help my country." Kyra paused. "The plus is that I can go to school; but that's not my main reason for going."
"You've grown up so much Kyra. I can't believe I haven't been here to see it." Reba stated. Kyra looked at her.
"You've been here mom, you just don't remember it." Kyra replied. She touched Reba's hand and kissed her cheek. "I love you mom, even if you are kind of out of it."
"Thank you." Reba whispered. Kyra stood up and walked out of the room.
A/N: I know I've written a lot of stories where Reba is confused about her relationship with Brock, but this one is different. Thanks:)