"Ronnie for the last Godblammin' time I don't want to walk around in a dirty field taking pictures with you!" Reba could hear Janine holler as she quickly swung her front door open. Her angry facial expression immediately diminishing when she saw Reba's tear stained face standing in front of her.

"Honey! What happened?!" She exclaimed as she grasped Reba's arm and pulled her forward towards the foyer of the barn-like home. Reba just shook her head as a sob escaped her and all of the tears that had just stopped falling began to well back up in her eyes. Janine's heart instantly broke for her friend, in all the years she had known Reba, she knew she'd never been one to moan and groan about her problems, no matter how big or small they may be. Reba being hormonal and pregnant was more than likely the reason for her sudden distressed visit but that didn't diminish the severity of the situation. Without saying a word Janine pulled Reba into a protective side hug, closing the front door and leading her down the hallway into the house.

"I love my husband and I'll love my dream house but I can't wait until this clutter is gone," Janine grumbled as they passed through the hall, stepping over a few open boxes that were strewn in front and to the left of them, various samples of carpet and paint colors also left carelessly on the crystal coffee tables nearby. Ronnie had surprised Janine for their last anniversary in telling her that he had a bite on a huge piece of acreage nearby. He had further explained that once the sale went through, Janine and their designer would turn her dream house into a reality. Little by little the couple had been in the process of fixing up their current home for the market. Snickering slightly at her friend's comment, Reba rested her head on Janine's shoulder as they continued to make their way to the back of the house where the kitchen was located. She hadn't even been trying and already she felt secure and taken care of.

"Sit here while I make you some warm tea," Janine instructed once they'd made it to the entrance of the kitchen. Guiding Reba over to the large wooden table that had deer antlers extending from the bottom end and onto the floor as legs, she quickly sat Reba in one of the matching chairs, making sure she was seated comfortably before jogging over to the corner counter and setting the kettle on to boil. Watching as Janine went to grab two turquoise mugs, Reba took the sleeves of her blue blouse and dabbed at her still damp and puffy eyes.

"I'm so sorry to just come over and unload on you like this."

"I should have called." Reba apologized in a meek voice, looking up at Janine who was already shaking her head vigorously.

"Nonsense."

"Family don't apologize Reba Nell and you know that." Janine halfway scorned. You would think after two decades Reba would get that by now but that was one of the things Reba loved about Janine, how much like herself she was. Strong-willed, stubborn, as country as hell, and one of the kindest woman you'd ever meet. She always took care of her own.

"Now what on Earth has you so upset?"

"Was it Narvel?"

"I'll call Ronnie right up if I have to, he's not gettin custody and that's final." Janine continued on, shaking her head angrily as if Reba had already confirmed her accusations.

"I actually haven't even mentioned that to him."

"And no, that's not why I'm here," Reba explained softly, her throat closing up as she thought about Ezra and their afternoon. Opening her mouth to further explain, she quickly closed it, the pain in her chest suddenly becoming unbearable. Tears began to stream down her face and she tried desperately to calm down, her chest rising and falling in a panicked state. Without hesitation, Janine urgently kneeled down at Reba's feet, her forehead meeting hers as she took her face in her hands, commanding her to take slow deep breaths, ones that matched her own. Narvel had mentioned once in the past that when Reba had been pregnant with Shelby, one of the complications she had faced were panic attacks, the overbearing amount of hormones that coerced through her body caused an explosion of built up stress. With the amount of chaos in her life, it was a wonder how she didn't have one every two minutes this time around.

"Honey you need to calm down." Janine soothed. She could very well tell that whatever had Reba so upset was serious but she was also a pregnant woman in her third trimester who had only just been released from a strict bed rest, she didn't need to see her back on it tonight.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" She suggested a moment later after Reba's breathing had leveled out. Feeling Reba's head shake yes, reminded her that her hands still firmly gripped to either side of her face.

"Let me grab you Ronnie's blanket and we'll head out." She said with a half smile, jumping to her feet and heading straight for the conjoining living room next door.

Forty minutes and a few sniffles later, Janine and Reba found themselves walking along a dirt path a few miles behind the Brentwood homes Janine and Ronnie resided in.

"So you finally kissed Dr. Husky huh?" Janine questioned with an eyebrow raise. She remembered Reba mentioning the confrontation she had with her doctor when she went to check out her own Brentwood home, but knowing that doctors were prohibited from dating patients, she hadn't thought any further about the subject. That and then there was the fact that Reba was pregnant with another man's child.

"And you called him Narvel?"

"After abruptly pushing him away and then left him there... alone?"

"With zero explanation?" Janine continued to question as she took a slide glance at Reba who was biting her lip in remorse.

"Why do you have to make it sound so awful?" Reba groaned as she tightened the large fleece blanket, making sure that it didn't graze against the dirty ground.

"Because baby, it kind of is," Janine said, trying not to laugh at her friend's misfortune. It was so refreshing to see that she was still human, and still Reba.

"I'm just so darn tired of thinking about him!" Reba huffed.

"It's like, I'm fine, I'm so fine I'm even considering moving on..."

"And then there he is in the back of my mind."

"I can't ever get just-."

"Just get him to leave." She stressed, explaining how it seemed that no matter what she did, or how she felt Narvel was always on her mind, always messing with her thoughts.

"You're not going to like this and I'm going to hate saying it."

"But he's never going to leave, not fully."

"You'll always be connected, minus your family and friends, you two have history, memories, and whether the city cowboy wants to admit it or not, love."

"I guarantee, you're on his mind far more than you think," Janine added when Reba didn't say anything in retaliation. Snickering in disbelief, Reba shook her head.

"Not a chance." She mumbled, discrediting Janine's comment.

"Stubborn as two mules." Janine huffed under her breath.

"He might be dating that blonde and he might be the biggest ass in the world but like it or not God made him mortal..."

"I think," Janine said pausing a moment, as she stopped in her tracks to catch Reba's full attention.

"Because I mean your body, your voice... are we sure he isn't?"

"JD!" Reba hissed, a hint of amusement and embarrassment in her voice as she tried to get Janine back to her point.

"And mortals Reba, have emotions, that take a lot more than some seriously good reconstruction and a tiny ass to replace." She said referring to Narvel's current girlfriend. Once upon a time, this particular woman had held a significant place in her own life but Janine had always followed a code, mares before stallions. When someone in the pack didn't seem fit to comply, well then there just wasn't any room for them anymore. That and she'd always had quite the blunt streak.

"All I'm saying is, you can fake a lot of things but to fake that kind of chemistry, well that would take a Meryl and Susan Sarandon offspring to pull off, and as far as the universe is concerned, said actor doesn't exist. She said as she let both of her hands drop to her sides, each creating a small wack upon contact.

"Sometimes I swear I need a translator to understand you," Reba said with a shake of her head.

"But this isn't one of those times." She sighed in defeat. She hated to think that Narvel did still love her because then why would he do this? But at the end of the day Janine was right, no matter what magnitude, no one could deny having no feelings left for someone they spent three decades with. After all, that's why it was so hard for her to move on, right?

"I swear it's like we never loved at all."

"The way he looks at me now," Reba mumbled softly, a single tear rolling slowly over her rosy cheek.

"Maybe that's how he deals with the pain?" Janine reasoned, grabbing Reba's free hand and intertwining their fingers.

"I used to catch him just stargazing at you as if you were the only thing in the world."

"His eyes, they would have this smirk, in which his lips would always match whenever you walked into a room."

"His soul was infatuated with yours, I promise you." Janine continued to reassure as they walked hand in hand, swaying a bit as they began to head back up the trail.

"I guess some unconditional love has a time limit." Reba wondered aloud, looking up at the sky, at God. She'd tried through this entire transition to not be bitter, or angry, or upset with him. Yet she couldn't help but ask why time from time, each time waiting for his whisper of reassurance, yet it still hadn't come. She remembered when her Daddy had passed, the ache in her soul was so unbearable but Gods whispers kept her from giving over. Each day she knew she could confide in him. What was the good in this? Sure she had a blessing growing inside her but how was she supposed to expect the best days to come if she'd lost her greatest love? Maybe it was because he wasn't?

"Reba watch out!" Janine screeched in horror as she quickly shoved her friend to the side, out of the way of a dusty truck that came flying down the trail, its head beams smashed on either side. The two woman stood huffing a moment on both sides of the trail, trying to gather their breath, as they listened to the blaring honking making its way into the distance.

"Oh my god are you okay?!" Janine questioned, her breath still short as she stared at a hunched over Reba.

"This is why I can't wait to bloody move." She yelled angrily, facing the direction the truck had just bailed through. She looked at Reba's back a moment, the blanket still sitting firmly on her, the dimming daylight making her appear more like a hunched overshadow.

"Sweetheart?" Janine whispered, her heart racing as she placed her hand on Reba's back, slowly pulling her fear stricken friend upright. As soon as Janine had made contact, however, Reba burst into a sob, her body shaking uncontrollably in Janine's arms. The literal wind knocked completely out of her.

"What if I had just lost her?" Her voice croaked, as they stood together huddled on the side of the path.

"But you didn't."

"You didn't," Janine repeated as she too began to let the tears that had instantaneously welled in her eyes slowly fall, clutching onto Reba for dear life.

"If it ain't always the redhead herself giving Mrs. Dunn a reason to bail on me." Ronnie chuckled as he stood on the back porch, watching Reba and his wife walk hand in hand up to the house.

"Is that my blanket?" He questioned in surprise, when the women said nothing in response, now nearly in front of him.

"It's been a long day RD, let's take this inside," Janine said softly as she continued to lead Reba up onto the porch, stroking her husband's shoulder as they passed by and on into the house.

"Is everything okay?" Ronnie questioned, following them inside his living room as he watched Janine lead Reba to the brown leather sofa, to the right of the back door.

"I'm going to go get someone tea honey, you stay put by the fire." She said calmly as she took the ends of the blanket wrapped around Reba and re-situated it so that it covered her more snugly. Walking past her husband and down towards the hall into the kitchen, Ronnie followed closely behind.

"JD?" Ronnie whispered as he and his wife silently entered the kitchen, his heartbeat beginning to quicken by his wife's lack of explanation.

"She's gotta get out of here Ronnie," Janine responded softly, her hands resting on the counter, and her back to her husband.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's your best friend?" Ronnie remarked in surprise, his eyebrows raising.

"No Ronnie be serious." She said sternly, quickly turning around.

"I mean Nashville, she needs to get out of Nashville."

"What are you going on about?" Ronnie asked again, his confusion turning into a slight annoyance.

"All this Goddamn stress, it's just gonna kill her." Janine continued, spinning around to face her puzzled husband. Instead of responding Ronnie looked his wife over a moment, her white tank top was loose around her body and a tinge of dirt stuck to it, as if something had been kicked up on her, her hair was a wild mess, strands loosely falling from her ponytail, and her eyes were red and sore.

"Did something happen?" He questioned softly, his hand reaching out for her's. She smiled weakly at him, welcoming his embrace as he then pulled her in for a hug.

"She's chosen family RD, but I think for once she needs the real deal." She muttered into his chest, before he slowly pulled away, allowing her to look up at him.

"If she doesn't get out of here I'm afraid more than a couple visits to the hospital will be under her bill, and sweetheart she just can't lose that baby." She said with a shake of her head, her eyes locked with her husband's.

"I think your right." Reba's voice interjected from behind, causing them both to jump nearly a meter apart.

"Doctor Ezra Saura, what are you doing around these courts on a Sunday afternoon?" Stephanie, a fellow OBGYN questioned in a teasing voice as she watched Ezra enter through the front of the hospital. He sighed sadly as he walked over to the front desk, causing the blond woman to mimic his frown.

"Everything okay there Pretty Little Liar?" She questioned a bit more sympathetically. Stephanie had been a close friend of Ezra's for many years, even being the reason he had ended up at this very hospital. He had met her during his tour in Italy, where her late husband had been from, and ever since then had become a permanent family friend. He was even the proud chosen Godfather of her twelve-year-old daughter Behati, hence where the nickname originated from.

"Don't even try and pull 'it's nothing' on me mister." She scolded before he had the chance to say a word, resting his elbows on the counter right in front of her.

"I honestly don't even think I have the energy too." He mumbled, raking his hand through his oily hair, it looked as if it had been a day or so since it had gotten a proper wash.

"Ez?" She soothed, grabbing his arm and rubbing it a moment before intertwining their fingers.

"What's going on?" She pressed again, suddenly quite worried about her friend.

"You remember that patient I have?"

"The one Kai keeps teasing you about?"

"Yes, the one Mordecai told you about the other night." He agreed with an agitated sigh.

"Well, I think I really messed up yesterday." He confessed, taking a second to look at his friend, who just looked back him encouragingly, awaiting the rest of his explanation.

"I sort of purposely arranged for us to meet in Green Hills, for more than a consultation, and I don't know..." He said trailing off.

"Ezra," Stephanie warned, not entirely liking where this was going. Even if she was eager for her friend to have someone special in his life, putting his job at risk wasn't exactly what she had in mind.

"I think we kissed." He finished, biting his tongue, before letting out a sad breath.

"You think?"

"This isn't like guessing what type of mystery meat their serving in the cafeteria, did your lips touch her's or not?" She questioned, rolling her eyes a bit, before stepping back to cross her arms and look sternly down at him.

"Touched, they definitely touched." He corrected, smiling a bit as his cheeks started to redden from the memory.

"Oh, brother." She said, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"Only I think she called me her ex-husband, you know the baby's father." He mumbled as he slid his hands forward, pushing himself back into an upright position.

"Right, because not only did you kiss your patient but you kissed a woman pregnant with another man's child." She expressed, laughing a bit at the unfortunate situation.

"And then she calls you her ex-husband..."

"That's not exactly a good sign." She added as she looked at Ezra seriously.

"I know and the way she left, I could just tell, he did something, something unimaginable." He added as he looked over at the empty waiting section, a faraway look gracing his face before he turned his attention back to Stephanie.

"I feel like they probably wouldn't be divorced if he hadn't." She mumbled as she raised her eyebrows a bit. She could already tell how obvious it was that Ezra really cared about this woman.

"Look you're never going to be able to make this right if you're her doctor." She finally said before pausing a moment, Ezra staring intently back at her.

"Why don't you transfer her to me, so you know your not breaking all sorts of regulations, and really have a proper conversation with this woman?" She continued to suggest seriously, Ezra nodding his head softly in agreement.

"I'll consult you if her pregnancy attracts any high-risk problems but I think it would be best if you two had a clean slate."

"Her next appointment is tomorrow, so I'll call and cancel it and reschedule it for Wednesday with me."

"She's important, especially if she's gotten you this perplexed." She added with a soft smile, leaning forward to push his shoulder back just a bit, causing him to try and hide his own smirk.

"And pregnant or not, the woman is hot." She teased, causing his smile to widen, as he shook his head back in complete agreement.

"Hey," Narvel mumbled softly as he entered Reba's Starstruck office. Boxes lay strewn across the glass table tops as she shifted through various amounts of paperwork and personal belongings. He had been watching her a moment before deciding to make his presence known. Her red hair falling loosely from the ponytail she had it tied up in, complimenting the light makeup, and loose clothing she wore. She was tired, distracted, and very pregnant, and yet she still managed to cause him to stare. A woman stronger than sin, his industry buddies use to say. One thing Narvel knew he'd never be able to deny was the physical attraction the two had, always had. Looking up slightly, Reba sighed angrily at the task in front of her before continuing to sift through the box, making no notion to whether she had acknowledged Narvel or not.

"Reba," Narvel said, his voice growing slightly agitated. He wasn't there to start anything and he hated how tense she seemed to make their encounters lately, why did she always have to give him the silent treatment? Despite his sincere nature, Reba continued to place paperwork and pictures into the box in front of her; continuing to utterly ignore his presence. What he didn't know was that this morning had originally been her scheduled doctor's appointment with Ezra, one at which she had actually been looking forward to in hopes of explaining their Saturday encounter. Only, the day before, when was 'relaxing' with Brandon, Shawna, and their respective families she had received a notice that the appointment was canceled, rescheduling her for that following Wednesday, that following Wednesday with a different doctor! She had been considering what Janine and Ronnie had said, about going to Oklahoma; knowing that she had messed things up so badly with Ezra, that he had even dropped her as his patient had been the last straw.

"Reba," Narvel said again, grasping her hand a moment and halting her current task.

"What, what possibly could you need from me?" She questioned angrily as she jerked her arm away and threw a small stack of sticky notes into the box she was packing, looking him in his now timid eyes. Taken aback by her outburst, he took a second to collect his thoughts before responding.

"I'm not here to attack you."

"I know your moving offices today and I just wanted to..." He stuttered, trailing off as his eyes locked with her less than amused glare. She had begun to start the process of moving into her new office in her own separate building with the RBI team, leaving this office to the new talent manager Narvel had lined up.

"You wanted to what?" She interrogated impatiently.

"Can we not do this?"

"Can we not act like teenagers?" He grumbled miserably. He really didn't want to play these 'games' anymore.

"Why don't you just get lost then."

"It's not like I don't have plenty of work." She uttered, gesturing around her at the mess that was her office.

"Really Reba?" He breathed. She was making this anything but easy.

"I thought you were the classy one."

"I guess it looks like we've both changed our tune." She muttered as she picked up a photograph of her, the Borchetta's, the Dunn's, and of course Narvel. Taking a second to remember that night at the ACMs six years ago, she sighed before shoving it in the box with the rest of her things.

"I thought you were supposed to be taking it easy?" He asked, noticing that she seemed to be a little more active than her doctor or he would have liked.

"I was until you walked in." She replied in monotone, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek to keep calm.

"You know what, never mind."

"I don't even know why I bother." He grumbled as he spun lightly on his heels getting ready to leave the office. He waited though and she did nothing to call after him, nothing to show she hadn't meant her comment, and that bothered the devil out of him.

"I just don't get it, whether I'm nice to you or not you never seem to want to be civil with me." He continued, turning back around and gaining her attention once more.

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe it isn't about you?"

"That maybe I don't want anything to do with you?" She questioned rendering him speechless.

"The Reba I-"

"You divorced the Reba you knew Narvel!"

"Gosh, I'm just so damn tired of you looking in me for answers."

"You did all of this! The reason why is somewhere inside of you." She screamed pointing at him. He'd been trying to do this a lot lately, come around and make it seem like they were still close friends. After divorcing her? After dating their friend less than two months after their divorce was final? After dropping her from her own company?! Who'd be friends after that? Sure she played it off around her kids and to the public like they were, but she thought he knew her better than that.

"Don't act like your innocent." He growled, growing increasingly angry by her accusations. True accusations. The guilt bottling up, because that's what we do as humans right, blame someone else?

"I do recall forgetting where I put my good pair of walking boots but you asking me for a divorce?"

"Nah, I remember that bull crap pretty vividly." She said nodding her head as if she was agreeing with her own comment.

"I swear it's like I'm talking to a completely different person." He murmured in disbelief.

"I mean it was about time you looked in the mirror."

"Reba?" Melissa questioned softly, her voice straining as she tried desperately to grasp her determined friend's attention.

"Are you really going to Oklahoma, for good?" She asked, fearful of what her friend might answer.

"Yes..."

"I mean at least until she's born." She quickly corrected. She knew she couldn't just uproot her life on a whim but she needed to get out of here, out of Tennessee, even if it was just for a few weeks.

"So you'll be back?" Melissa continued to probe, her heart rate calming a bit as she realized Reba had no intent on making this a permanent decision.

"I know I can't run away from my demons..."

"But maybe it's time for a little hide and seek." She mumbled in defeat, letting out a deep sigh and falling back into the plush chair behind her. Melissa had come to Tennessee for a few business things and to prepare for a girls trip to Cancun with Reba, Harrison Schuck, Juli Cook, and Reba's sister Susie. What she didn't expect to hear was that Reba was instead having Shelby drive her and a few things up to Oklahoma to meet Susie, so that after the trip she could return home to Oklahoma for a while, escaping the madness.

"I get that." Melissa agreed sympathetically as she walked closer to the chair Reba was now resting in. Placing her hand on her swollen stomach, Reba took a second to look down and examine her growing belly.

"This little girl deserves to be surrounded in a labor of love when she comes into this world."

"And right now, my life and Tennessee won't be able to give her that," Reba said softly, biting the inside of her lip and taking in a deep breath as she tried to keep her tears from falling. She could feel the ball in her throat and she knew it was only a matter of time before her hormones took over.

"You're such a mom." Melissa smiled, twirling a piece of Reba's red hair around her finger loosely.

"A really really good mom." She added before nudging Reba's shoulder ever so slightly. She could tell that her friend was hurting and she knew now that Reba was making the right decision. She needed to be with family, she needed to be surrounded by more than just her adoring friends. Not matter how strong Reba was; even she needed someone to lean on every now and then.

"I learned from the best," Reba said with a small laugh, as she thought about her Mama and all the hovering she knew she would soon be driving her nuts in the weeks to come.

"Kids, I swear, they have no idea how much their Mama's do for them," Melissa said, shaking her head a bit as she thought about her own son who was currently on a weekend vacation with his father at Universal Studios.

"Ain't that the truth?"

"My older one will grumble all the way to Oklahoma, I just know it."

"But it sure is a good thing they're worth it." Reba laughed in agreement, as she patted the top of Melissa's hand with her free one, slowly making the notion that she was ready to get up and continue packing the large suitcase that was on her new kitchen table.