Love by Love - 26
Reba sat exhausted right in front of the toilet bowl. She vomited everything she ate last night and maybe everything she ever ate in her entire lifetime. She flushed and stood up making her way to the sink, rinsing her mouth.
"How do you feel?" Brock patted her back.
"Horrible. I think I might just puke my guts out."
"Can I be any help?"
"Yes, get your hands away from me and stop breathing at my neck!" Brock was stupefied by her request. Reba brushed his hands off her and went to the bed to lie down. She soon felt asleep from exhaustion. Reba was cranky all day from vomiting and had headache. Brock tried to give her some aspirin, but got a lecture from Reba about how she couldn't randomly take medicines because it could harm the unborn.
"I'm only trying to help." Brock frowned.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just… I'm tired and I have a headache. My back aches, my boobs hurt, my legs numb. I'm losing my mind," cried Reba sobbing on his shoulder.
"There… there… Hey, why don't you go lie down and I'll bring you lunch in bed." Brock wanted to make her feel better.
"I can't, I have a house to show in the afternoon."
"But you're pregnant, shouldn't you be resting?" Brock was anxious.
"Pregnant women work too! Are you trying to discriminate against us?" Reba piped up.
"No, I just worry about you. I don't want you to overwhelm yourself." Brock tucked a strain of hair behind her ear. "I love you."
"Awe... I love you too." She smiled. "You know, I haven't told Dolly that I'm pregnant yet," confessed Reba. Brock looked at her, surprised. "I didn't want to tell her until I get past the first trimester. But it looks like I have to tell her now that I could hardly hide my morning sickness."
Reba eventually told her boss that she was expecting when Dolly was talking to her, because Dolly wore strong perfume, and Reba felt dizzy and rushed to the washroom. Dolly followed her to see if she could help but she only made Reba feel worse. So Reba told her that she was a bit too sensitive to smells right now. People in her office started to gossip about how she got married so soon and they believe the mile-high club had something to do with her morning sickness.
"I'm only eight weeks along. So obviously, I wasn't pregnant when we joined the mile-high club. It was our wedding night!" Reba burst out and she regretted saying that when her colleagues started to giggle. She just realized she revealed too much information. Now she would never hear the end of it! Nevertheless, her co-workers found out that she was pregnant was a good thing. They were helping her out and covered for her when she didn't feel well. Still though, knowing when she conceived her baby was a little bit too personal, but what could she do? It slipped.
Reba was on the couch watching TV trying to relax. Brock sat next to her and rubbed her still flat belly.
"You wouldn't feel anything yet." She gave him a quick glance and returned her attention back to the TV. She just had sudden urged to watch cartoons.
"I know, but I like touching you." Grinning, he replied.
"Why do you always touch her tummy, dad?" Kyra asked.
"Your little baby brother or sister is in here." Brock answered his stepdaughter with a smile.
"How?" Kyra stared at him intensely demanding the answer.
"Do you know what a uterus is?" Brock's question to the girl made Reba felt very uncomfortable. Kyra shook her head. "Well, you see, you have to know what a uterus is before I can tell you how the baby got in there. So why don't you ask me again when you're about 30?"
"That's a very long time." Kyra pouted.
"Yeah, I know. Hey, don't you want to play tea party with Cheyenne?" Brock persuaded her to play with her stepsister in her room to avoid 'the talk'.
"Great, you're underestimating Kyra, what if she finds out what 'uterus' is, what you gonna tell her?"
"By then, I should be able to come up with come cleaver explanation without having to go into the details of how I planted the baby in there." Brock stated with a mischievous grin. Reba glared at him a little. "You know, the only thing I don't like about having baby is that I wouldn't be able to touch you for at least six months after you gave birth."
Turning to him sharply, Reba exclaimed. "Who told you that?"
"Lori-Ann did. She told me after she gave birth to Cheyenne." Brock stated. He was a little confused when Reba laughed.
"Are you sure she told you six months?"
"Yes, I had to sleep in a spare bedroom for six months. You think I'd forget? Why? What's wrong?"
"Honey, I think Lori-Ann just went through the painful process of giving birth and she wanted to make sure you didn't make her pregnant again. Doctors only recommended six weeks. It could be earlier or later depending on the mother. But six weeks is what they recommended. Not six months! Although, I'm beginning to think she cut you off for six month to spite you since you're the one who knocked her up."
"Really? You don't know how glad you've just made me feel!" Brock brought her into a passionate kiss. "To tell you the truth, I don't think I could go on six months without, you know… Gosh, I barely made it through three months when you made me wait for our wedding night."
"I don't think I could wait for that long, nor I want to either." Reba admitted with a sheepish smile. Then they began to kiss.
"Say... Why don't we tuck the kids in early tonight and-"
"Ooh Pokémon is on!" Reba turned up the volume.
"Huh?"
"Shut up, I'm watching cartoons." Brock was rather confused for her sudden change of mood. She was leaving him high and dry again.
"Alright, I guess I should go prepare dinner."
"Can you get me a pint of ice cream before you start cooking dinner?" Reba demanded not tearing her eyes off the TV.
"We don't have ice-cream."
"Don't disappoint your pregnant wife. It won't turn out pretty if you do." Reba warned him with a flash of evil smirk. Brock went to the grocery store and got the ice cream for her. When he came back, she was crying because little Pikachu got hurt from the battle. Brock couldn't help but laugh. Reba threw the remote at him for being so heartless. Brock disappeared into the kitchen and started cooking dinner before she threw something else at him. He offered to cook dinner since Reba's symptoms worsened. He cooked for her before when she wore a cast, so she trusted his cooking. She had to or she would be starving.
"Dad! Mom's throwing up and cursing you right now, what are you doing?" Cheyenne came to the kitchen to deliver the news. Brock turned off the stove and hurried to see his wife.
"Honey..."
"Don't you honey me!" Reba rinsed her mouth.
"What did I do?"
"You cooked chicken!" Exclaimed Reba. She felt her stomach churn again.
"What's wrong with me cooking chicken?" Brock was genuinely confused.
"You made me sick!" Brock learned that day that the smell of the chicken bothered Reba. "You made me missing the ending of the episode!" Okay, he also learned not to interrupt when she was watching Pokémon.
It was hard for both of them going through her first trimester. The unborn made Reba sick, and Reba drove Brock crazy and she blamed Brock for all the symptoms because he was the one who made her pregnant.
"Yeah, like I can make you pregnant without your cooperation," murmured Brock
"Is that backtalk?"
"No dear." Brock quickly denied. Reba glared at him. "So you say you want to go shopping?"
"Yes, I want to buy new clothes that make statement." Reba replied.
"What kind of statement?"
"That I'm pregnant, and not fat." Reba was four months along now and her clothes started to feel tight. She could only wear skirts that had elastic bands. Her shirt felt tight around the chest. Brock took her out shopping for maternity clothes on one weekend. Brock asked if Barbra Jean could help them take care of the kids for a day, she agreed to do so. Barbra Jean was eight months along now; she was married to Blake last month. Reba and Brock were invited to the wedding. Reba was in shock when she saw Rebecca stitched to Barbra Jean's dress. Like the rest of the people in the church, she was wondering what the heck happened. Barbra Jean explained to her later about how her dress was ripped and Rebecca fixed it not realizing she stitched herself into the dress. It was funny now that Reba thought about it.
"Are you ready to go?" Asked Brock. Reba nodded and he took her hand, walked her to the car. As she was sitting down, she realized she forgot her purse. She went back to the house and got it.
"Okay I'm ready." Reba buckled up. Brock groaned when he started the car and she told him they couldn't leave yet. "I gotta pee." Brock threw his head back. "Don't you dare act that way!" Reba piped up. "It's your baby that keeps pressing my bladder!" Reba was about to yell at him some more, but Brock cut her off.
"Honey, don't you have to use the bathroom?"
"Oh yeah." She rushed back into the house. She came back out few minutes later. "I'm ready."
"I think you took your purse back into the house and you forgot to bring it with you." Brock reminded her
"Crrraapp!" Reba blamed the pregnancy that making her forgetful.
"Never mind, I'm paying for everything anyway." Brock put his car into gear and left the driveway. He had to go or they might not get to go anywhere. Brock started to wonder, what kind of trouble did he put himself into? Why did he want another kid? And he thought second trimester would be easier.
"Aww honey look! It's a crib that looks like a sport car." Brock was in awe.
"It's cute. But that's for a boy though."
"When can we find out if we're having a boy or a girl?" Brock was so curious.
"Doctor said we could try and find out next month. You want to know or you want to wait for a surprise?"
"Hmm... How about we find out if we're having a boy or a girl, so it'd be easier for us to buy baby stuff and pick out a name." Brock suggested. Reba agreed with the idea. So when they went to check on the baby again, they will ask to see the sex of the baby.
"It's a boy! We're having a boy!" Exclaimed Brock from the top of his lungs seeing the image on the sonogram.