Chapter 8

No one said anything. Barbara Jean looked like she had just been stabbed in the stomach. Cheyenne and Van were just in complete shock. What in the hell was going on? That's what was going through their minds.

"Mom...Dad..." Cheyenne was very confused and a little hurt. She didn't want them getting back together. That would be horrible. Everything was fine the way it was.

Reba couldn't look anyone in the eye. They haven't even talked anything over yet but maybe it was better if they got everything out now rather then later. "Cheyenne, Van. Go upstairs."

Cheyenne turned angry again. "We want to know what's going on? Why...?"

Reba held up her hand. "You will find out but right now go upstairs, please." Cheyenne nodded knowing they probably had to talk to BJ. Poor BJ. What this is gonna do to her. Cheyenne turned and had to practically drag Van out of the kitchen. Reba now looked towards Barbara Jean. Her face was tomato red. If it could happen, smoke would probably be coming out of her nose and ears right about now. Reba bit her lip. "Barbar..."

She held up her hand. "I DON'T want to talk to you right now. I really don't want to talk to either of you!"

She walked towards the door and Brock tried to stop her. "Barbara Jean..."

"NO! I don't want to hear it! I can't believe you two did this to me! I considered you my best friend Reba and Brock...your my husband. You're supposed to love me! I can't believe...you know I don't even know why I am so surprised." she said chuckling to herself a little. "I should have seen this coming. The last couple of months you both have been acting weird. Ever since that trip you two took. I should have went. I should have...I can't do this. I have to get out of here." Tears were freely falling from her face as she left slamming the door behind her.

Reba and Brock stood in silence for a moment. Now that Reba thought about it, it wouldn't have gone well no matter how they told everyone. People would still be getting hurt. She turned to Brock. "I think you should go talk to her."

Brock nodded. "I'll be back later." He kissed her cheek and left.

Meanwhile Reba wanted to talk to Cheyenne and Van about this whole thing while Brock talked to BJ. She headed into the living room and was suprised to not see them there. She was sure they would have wanted to spy on them. She headed upstarirs to their room. She knocked and she heard someone yell come in. She opened to see Van and Cheyenne sitting on their bed. Probably talking about all their new found information. Their divorced parents were having a baby. Talk about drama.

Cheyenne was the first to look at her mom. "I hope you came in here to explain." she said in a angry tone.

Reba nodded. "I did." She walked over to their bed and sat down on the end. "Your father and I didn't intend for this to happen."

Cheyenne snorted. "When did this all start? How long has it been going on?"

"It started on our trip to see Terry. Old memories and feelings started to arise again. It just happened Cheyenne. It's very hard to explain but your father and I realized is that we still love one another and are wanting to try again."

"Why? Why are you two doing this to us? Do you know how much this is gonna hurt everyone. What about Barbara Jean?"

Reba couldn't believe this. "Why am I doing this to you?" Cheyenne nodded. "I am not doing anything to you! For once I am happy. I know a lot of people are going to get hurt but this is how it is. Your father and I want to try again and I am willing to give him another chance. For almost two years I put up with all this crap. Your dad leaving, BJ showing up here every single day, you two getting married, you two having a baby, cooking, cleaning, and solving everyone else's problems! You all do not know how hard this has been on me and I just..." She breathed in and out before she really started saying things she would regret. "You know, I shouldn't have to explain anything to you really. I am happy for once. I know I hurt BJ and I hate that because I know how she feels but I love your father and he loves me. Now I can understand this is going to take a lot of time getting used to..."

"I am not going to get used to anything. Van and I are going to find our own place." Cheyenne crossed her arms in the most immature way and looked away from her mother.

Reba hated her daughter being angry with her but if this is how she was going to be then fine. "Fine. Good luck then." Reba turned and left the room on the verge of tears. She hated hormones. It always made her more emotional then she wanted to be. She went into her bathroom to take a hot bath and give herself some time to think.

Meanwhile Brock went to look for Barbara Jean. It didn't take long. He found her at their home. She was in the kitchen, pounding the hell out of a couple of her dolls. Brock could only guess who she was pretending they were. He walked in and he must have startled her because she turned and was ready to hit him with a pan.

"Stop, it's me!" Brock started putting his arms up to protect himself.

Barbara Jean glared at him. "Oh I know." He tried to pull her around to him but she held up the pan acting like she was going to hit him with it. "Don't touch me blondie."

Brock put his arms up as a he's gives up. "I know your hurting but Barbara Jean lets be realistic here. We have been having problems for a while. We weren't gonna work out."

She turned to him in tears. "How would you know? You didn't even try to work it out. You just ran into the arms of Reba." She was sobbing now and Brock wanted to hug her but he knew that would result in serious injury.

"Please, Barbara Jean. I am so sorry."

BJ sniffled and she didn't look at him. "Brock I think it's best if you just pack up and go. I won't keep you from seeing Henry but if you do want to see him, call first. For now, just go."

Brock knew there was nothing more he could say to her. He left the kitchen and headed upstairs. Grabbing a duffle bag he put days worth of clothes in there and grab a few bathroom items. He stopped when he got to Henry's room. He set his bag down and went over to his crib. Henry was sleeping soundly in it. He kissed his son's head and then headed downstairs and out the door.

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