Chapter 4
It's been two months since Reba really talked to Brock. Everything really went back to normal. The ony thing that Reba noticed was the looks she would get and give out. She couldn't help but notice Brock staring once in a while and she would smile in adoration back. She hoped no one noticed. She thought forgetting about the whole time she spent with Brock that weekend would have been easy but she was very wrong. She would find herself thinking and smiling about that night more than she should have. He soon started evading her dreams too. She would have flashbacks from that night or her mind would make up some new fantasy. One included Brock coming to her house and telling her he was leaving Barbara Jean and then he would sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bedroom. She knew this would never happen though. Only in her dreams.
Reba was lying in bed one morning, not wanting to get up. She felt like total crap. She's been sick for a couple of days now and she wanted this to stop. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower ready to start her day, even though she didn't want to. As she was brushing her teeth a wave of nausea hit her and she rushed over to the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach, which wasn't much to begin with. Calming herself she rinsed out her mouth and continue with brushing her teeth.
She headed downstairs and into the kitchen. The first thing she did was grab a bottle of pepto bismal and take a couple of huge gulps. That's when she heard the voice coming from the living room into the kitchen. "Whoa Mom, slow down." said Cheyenne "Are you feeling ok?" Reba shook her head and put the bottle away. "You've been feeling like this for a couple of days. Maybe you should go to the doctors."
Reba downed the rest of the water she had and nodded. "I have thought about it. I need to make an appointment."
Cheyenne nodded. "Good. Just don't wait so long." Cheyenne then started going through the cupboards. "Where's the aspirin?" Reba shrugged. Cheyenne turned to her mother. "What do you do for cramps?"
"Huh?"
"Cramps mom. Menstrual cramps."
"Oh, ummmm, usually aspirin but a heating pad works just as good."
"Thanks."
Reba didn't even hear her say thanks or hear her leave. She was to busy thinking about menstraul cramps. She had been so busy she had forgotten she hadn't had any lately. This made her very worried. She yelled at Cheyenne saying she was going out and to watch the kids. Grabbing her keys, she left.
Reba was very nervous. She hadn't the need to buy one of these in a long time. There seemed to be a variety of these things. She was about to grab one when she heard a voice that made her cringe. "Reba!" She turned to see BJ running at her. Baby Henry and Brock closely followed behind. "Hey. I'm glad I caught you. I was going to ask you if it was ok if Kyra and Jake came with me for the day. I just want to hang out, let them get to know me more."
"Barbara Jean, they have known you for about a year and a half now."
"I know. Look, I just want them to go with me today. I have the whole day planned out and I would really appreciate it. Plus you would have the whole day to yourself."
That peeked Reba's interest. She would be alone. "All right but have them home at a decent hour."
BJ got excited. "Oh thank..."
She was about to hug Reba when she said, "Don't touch me,"
"Right," BJ nodded and headed past Reba but not before quickley grabbing a hug and bolting.
Reba shook her head and turned to Brock and Henry. "So...she dragged you along to the store."
Brock nodded. "Reba, I'm not going with BJ and the kids. Do you think we could talk later today?"
"I don..."
"BROCK!" The yell was heard clear across the store. "I have to go. We will talk later."
Before Reba could protest, Brock was gone. Maybe it would be a good thing if he came over. She might have something to talk to him about anyway. She grabbed the box she was going to before and made her way to the check out counter.
Arriving home she found a note on the counter, 'Mom, Jake and I went with BJ for the day. She said you knew but just in case...anyway. See you later. Kyra'. Reba threw the note away and headed upstairs. She went into her bathroom and began to read the instructions on the pregnancy test box. Reba was so nervous, according to the box, it took a few minutes. She had been pacing her bedroom the whole time. If she was pregnant how was she going to tell Brock? What about BJ? What about the kids? She was about to go check the test when she heard her bedroom door open.
Brock's face appeared. "Reba, can we talk?"
"I don't think now is a good time."
Brock looked a little annoyed. "When wll be a good time? Reba you've been avoiding me unless you want to insult me. We have never really talked about what..."
"I might be pregnant!" Reba couldn't take it. She just blurted it out. She looked up to see his reaction. He looked stunned.
He walked to the bed and sat down. "How did it happen?"
"You see Brock when two people love each other or are completely out of their minds..."
"I know how but we used..."
Reba nodded and sat down next to him. "Well, one of them didn't work." They sat there for a while trying to let the information sink in.
"So...I suppose you should get a test or go to the..."
Reba held up her hand. "Already done. I'm just waiting right now."
Brock's head shot up. "You mean when you were at the store..." She nodded. "Why didn't you say something then?"
Reba rolled her eyes. "Oh I don't know. I thought you wife might have a problem with it!"
"Ok. Sorry."
Silence filled the room once more. Brock was now the one pacing. Everything was falling apart but the more he really thought about it though the more he kind of liked the idea of Reba being pregnant. He did plan on talking to Barbara Jean soon. They weren't working out. He always thought marrying BJ would be a good thing but he was very wrong. He stopped his pacing for a moment to look up. Reba was gone.
Confused he call out for her. "Reba?" He saw the bathroom door open and Reba came out of the bathroom holding the test. "What does it say?"
Reba looked up at Brock and said...
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