My Best Friend

A/N: Ok, so I am writing again and I can't sleep, so if this sticks it is because I'm living on 3 hours of sleep.

A/N 2: Ok, this takes place close to the end of the series. Everything is the same, including Brock & BJ having marriage problems, but they will get divorced. Van was also never asked to work with Steve Norris.

A/N 3: In this story Henry is just about two. He is about ready to talk. (If that gives any hints.) And Cheyenne is not pregnant yet.

Summary: What if BJ did a bit more than drinking while she & Brock were separated. From there you will just have to read it to find out more.

Declaimer: I don't own anything but the story line.

Enjoy

Chapter Three: How Can You

Weeks passed, three to be exact, and Reba avoided Brock all the time. She did not want to see him. With Van, Cheyenne and Elizabeth out of the house, it is much quieter. Kyra and Jake both left for summer camp, so that left Reba alone in the house.



Reba was cleaning the kitchen as Cheyenne walks in.

"Hey mom." She says.

"Hi honey." Reba replies.

Cheyenne sits down at the table.

"Mom, are you okay? You've been kinda weird lately." Cheyenne says.

Reba just stairs into space.

"Mom. Mom? Mom!" Cheyenne yells.

"Uh, what?" Reba says.

"Mom, are you okay?" Cheyenne asks, worried.

"Yeah, honey. I'm fine." She says, not looking at her daughter.

"Are you sure?" Cheyenne asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay." The redhead says, quickly.

"Mom, can you do me a favor?" Cheyenne asks.

"Sure, honey. What do you need?" she replies.

"I need you to Take Elizabeth tonight, Van and I need some time together." Cheyenne says.



A few hours later.

BJ, who has not been around in a month, comes staggering through the door.

"Hey, Rebaroo." BJ says; she is completely drunk.

"What are you doing here? Where the heck have you been? Brock has been worried sick about you!" Reba yells.

"Brock? Oh, Brock." She says.

"Yeah, Brock your husband!" Reba says.

"Well, I have some news for you. We are getting a divorce." She mumbles.

"You are what! You can't do that! You were supposed to work it out!" Reba screams.

"Reba, it's not working and I have a good reason why we need to get a divorce." She says.

"A good reason! Is there such a thing that is a good reason for a divorce? There is only one reason why……… Oh, My, LORD! You are, are," she says trailing off.

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant, Reba." BJ says, with her head down.



"How can you do this too Brock? He loved you! You have a son with him! What about Henry? How can you live with yourself? How can you do this to your family?" Reba shouts.

"Reba, everyone will be fine. I sent the papers. It's done. Don't tell Brock about the baby, it's not his." BJ says and leaves, never to return.

Reba sits at the table in complete shock. Ho can she do this? How can she hurt Brock and little Henry like this? He will never know his mother. Brock, oh poor Brock. How will he handle this? And the kid! What am I going to tell them? How will they take it? Does she even know how many people she is hurting when she's doing this? What am I going to do?

Reba walks up to bed. She slowly drifts off to sleep.

A/N: I know this Chapter stunk, but I'm really busy right now. I'll try and make the next chapter better. I have plans for Reba/Brock. Hope y'all enjoyed it.

Until I write again.