"October 8th, 1982?" I asked, looking at the calendar, then at Brock to see his face. He thought about it for a second.

"What day is it?"

"Saturday."

"That's pretty soon, don't ya think? It's only a few weeks away."

"I know, but Momma has been pushing us to hurry up, and we've been planning everything. My dress will be done by then, and everything you need is ready. We have all the money sorted out, its gonna be a small wedding."

"Do you think we're ready? Is everything going to be the way you need it to?" I nodded.

"Absolutely, everything always goes my way." he rolled his eyes.

"I know." He paused. "If you think everything is going to work out then I trust you. I told you, I'm ready when you are." I nodded again.

"Okay… do you like the date? It's something that's going to be around forever." He nodded.

"And Fall is our favorite season." I smiled and kissed him.

"October 8th it is then." I kissed him again, then pulled back. "Plus, my parents need to go home sometime. Momma was pretty set on staying until we're married."

"Where are they, by the way?"

"Doin my grocery shoppin, so I guess I don't really mind them being in town." I laughed and he kissed my neck.

"Which means we have some free time." He said against my neck.

"Brock?"

"Hmm?" I sighed.

"You gotta do something."

"Hmm?" He repeated.

"Fix things with Liz, and…" I took a deep breath. "Call John D." He snapped back to reality.

"Could you talk to him? He loves you, Reba."

"I know he does, but it ain't my place to do that. You're his only son and, as much as it may seem like he doesn't care, he does. It'd mean a lot to have his son call him and tell him the news." I explained.

"Reba… He doesn't like me." He argued.

"Doesn't mean he doesn't love you. As crazy as it seems, he does." He sighed.

"Do you still even have his number?"

"Of course. He just called about 6 months ago."

"He did? Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged.

"He didn't ask for you." I said, then laughed.

"Of course not…" He whispered. I opened the drawer and pulled out a little book with a bunch of phone numbers in, then found John D's number. I showed it to Brock who hesitated before dialing the number. As bad as I wanted to listen, I didn't.

"Hey John… Dad." Brock mumbled. "Well-" He was interrupted. "Yeah, Reba's doing great… She says Hi to you too…. Okay, can I just tell you what I wanted to tell you? I didn't call to hear you lecture me on how I don't deserve her." I rolled my eyes. He was so harsh to Brock about me. "We're getting married and we'd like you to be there." I heard loud talking, maybe even yelling. "Yes, shes marrying me. I know, hard to believe. You don't have to constantly remind me. The date is set for October 8th. A good friend of ours owns a beautiful barn and we're gonna do it there, then we're all meeting afterwards at a buddy of ours bar." I heard some deep mumbling. "Alright, hope to see you." Then he hung up.

"So?"

"You know how most of our conversations go. He says stuff about how you're too good for me, I take it. He makes other comments that I try to ignore, then he says 'well son, I'll do what I can to be there.'" He sighed and I put my hand on his shoulder.

"He'll be there." I paused and looked up at him. "Liz." He sighed again and called her. She wasn't happy that we were rushing into things, but being together four years prier I don't think it's rushing. She's also not happy we invited John D, oh well. But, she said she'd be there and that she misses Brock. He was smiling when he told me that they made up, which only makes me happy. As much as I don't like the woman, we're going to be family and Brock loved her.

By the time Brock got off the phone my parents were back with more food than I had asked for. We all helped bring in and me and momma put all the food away.

"Why on earth don't you put your peanut butter in the fridge?" She nagged. I rolled my eyes… It was gonna be a long next couple of weeks…

Surprisingly, they went by quick. A little too quick. Momma and Lori Ann had been working all day on me in Steves house. He was the one with the beautiful barn. Steves wife, Nancy, was also helping. She was sweet… I always liked Nancy. I looked in the mirror for a long times, barely breathing. I played around with my big curls and my veil. 'Well this is real…' I thought. Lori Ann came running up behind me with a new shade of lipstick in her hand.

"This one suits your pasty skin better, I think." I rolled my eyes and turned around to let her apply the new shade. I rubbed my lips together and gave her an annoyed look.

"Better?"

"Much." I heard loud foot steps coming down the hall, then somebody knocked twice.

"Who is it?"

"Room service!" I heard Steves voice. I laughed.

"Are you alone?"

"Of course."

"Come in…" he opened the door, set down a glass of champagne his jaw dropped.

"Well look'it you…" He picked me up off my feet and spun me around. I laughed and hugged him tightly. "You look amazing, Reba." he said as he set me back down. I smiled.

"Thanks. Took a lotta work, lemme tell ya." I said. He laughed and shook his head.

"Couldn't have taken much… here." he handed me the glass. "You look like you need it." I nodded quickly and downed the glass.

"Thanks, room service man." I said with a wink.

"You want her to trip her way down the aisle?" I heard Nancy ask. I chuckled.

"At least I wont remember it." We all laughed. My mom came into the room. She hadn't seen me actually in the dress yet today. She frowned, holding back the tears as soon as she opened the door. "Oh momma…" I said and walked over to her. I hugged her tightly and fought back the tears.

"Helen! I told you a million times… 'Make sure you don't make Reba cry'.. we even practiced!" Nancy scolded. My mom pulled away to look at me.

"I know…" She paused to stare at me and she shed a few more tears. "But look at her! Nothing prepares you to see your baby girl so grown and so beautiful…" I smiled.

"Ugh! Momma, you gotta stop. I just got my makeup done." Steve wrapped his arm around my moms shoulders and smiled at me.

"Helen, lets go sit. I've been waiting too damn long for this day." he winked and I smiled. Momma kissed my cheek and Steve walked her out, keeping his arm around her. Nancy came up to me with a tissue and fixed me back up.

"How long?" I asked. She checked her watch.

"About 5 minutes." My heart was in my throat.

"Can I have another glass of champagne?" I asked, fanning myself. It was all of a sudden really hot. Nancy chuckled and shook her head.

"You will be walking, not stumbling. Talking, not slurring. And remembering, not blacking out. This only happens once, lets not mess it up."

"One more glass wont do any of that." She gave me an 'im not stupid' look.

"Everybody knows you're a light weight, Reba." I let my mouth fall open.

"Am not!"

"Are too" She sang.

"Am not."

"Reba."

"Fine!" Lori Ann walked over to me and hugged me.

"Are you sure you're not having second thoughts? It's still not too late to back out." Nancy smacked her arm.

"Shut up, Lori Ann. We've put in way too much work for her to change her mind."

"She's marrying the biggest idiot I've ever met!"

"But she loves him and he treats her good."

"She can do so much better… look at her!"

"Guys! I'm marrying him, okay?" Somebody knocked on the door again. Lori Ann went and opened it. Daddy stepped in. He smiled.

"My oh my… Look at my carrot top…" I smiled and hugged him. Lori Ann and Nancy both hugged me and wished me luck, then walked out to the barn. We walked down 2 minutes later. We waited outside of the barn until we heard the music. I stopped breathing completely. Am I gonna puke? No! No Reba, keep it down. I'll probably trip… I've never been good in heels. We slowly started walking. I kept my eyes on the man standing at the end of the aisle, who kept his eyes on me. Didn't look like he was breathing either. Ha! We're gonna pass out together… now that's a story to tell the grandkids. Finally, after what felt like 1000 years, we made it. I kissed my father on the cheek as he handed me off to my soon-to-be-husband. Brock didn't say anything. He just looked at me. He better snap out of it, he has some things to say to me soon. The preacher came out and had everybody sit. He finally started.

"Does anyone here have any cause on why these two shouldn't be married?" UGH! Why'd he have to ask that. 'Liz, please stay quiet… please stay quiet' I heard somebody clear their throat and I looked to see who was gonna be brave enough to do it. My eyes shot to… John D? What?! What the hell was he doing?! I gave him a dirty look and dared him to continue… he did.

"I do. That woman's too good for the bum!" I felt my jaw drop. Everybody started laughing, except Liz. Me and Brock weren't laughing either. How could he do that? And to his own son? Brock didn't even look at him, he kept his eyes on me. Probably trying to ignore what his father had just said.

"Can I go on?" The preacher whispered to us. I nodded and looked back up at Brock. He didn't take his eyes away from me the entire time. He said his vows, a little too quickly if you ask me, and when asked if he takes me to be his lawful, wedded wife he stayed quiet. Did he not hear him? Was he having second thoughts? I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I definitely feel like I could puke now… all over him. I bit my lip and stepped on his foot. Nothing. I kicked the toe of his shoe and the people around us snickered. He coughed, then laughed.

"I do! Of course… I do…" I smiled and my heart slowed down to a more normal pace. Whew!

"Reba, do you take this man to be your lawful, wedded husband." I nodded without hesitating.

"I guess." Everybody started laughing and Brock smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I do." I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Reba, Brock, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride." He barely finished before Brock crushed my lips into his. I laughed against his lips and pulled back, then kissed him one more time. Everybody was clapping and cheering. I heard Steves loud voice chanting. I saw my momma and Liz crying. I saw my daddy smiling at me. I saw John D giving me a disapproval head shake. I saw Lori Ann smiling at me. I saw rice getting thrown at me and we walked back down the aisle with my arm looped around Brocks now instead of daddy's … It was going to be in my hair… My large hair. We walked out together and waited for people to surround us with hugs and kisses and pictures.

"You sure do look beautiful, if I do say so myself Mrs. Hart." Brock said quietly. I smiled.

"Not so bad yourself Mr. Hart." he laughed and kissed my head. Before we knew it we were getting hugs. There was a line forming to hug us. I didn't really pay attention to most of the people, just stayed with the routine. Hug, kiss on the cheek, they congratulate me and I thank them, then they move onto Brock where he does the same thing, except with guys he'd just shake their hand, or hug them, depending on the person. I felt the next person tap me on the arm. I went to do the usual until I saw it was Charlie. I smiled and hugged him tightly.

"Hey! Why didn't you come see me before hand?" I asked as I hugged him. I felt him shrug.

"I don't know, I figured you were busy."

"I would've made time." We pulled away and I held onto his hands. "Thank you so much for letting us use the bar. How's it look? How's the business?" He chuckled.

"It's no problem, and me and some friends set it up very nicely for you. I hope you like it. We'll have to talk later, people are getting impatient." I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. John D was up next. I glared at him.

"How could you do that to him?!" I whisper-yelled.

"It's good to see you too, daughter-in-law." I rolled my eyes and hugged him.

"We've missed you, but that was uncalled for." We pulled away and he shrugged again.

"I spoke my thoughts."

"Well, start bitin your tongue, mister." I kissed him on the cheek and pushed him towards his son. I wanted to see what Brock would say to him, but I had more hugs to give. A few more people later Liz was up.

"Hey… I would've thought you'd be the one to speak up." I said and sarcastically smiled.

"Oh, believe me. I thought about it… dreamt about it even… but I knew I'd hurt my son and that he'd never speak to me again because he seems to love you so much, so I kept my mouth shut." I smiled.

"Thank you." She rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Well, you gonna give you old mother-in-law a hug or what?" I felt my eyes get big, but I hugged her. "We have to make it at least look like we like each other somewhat." I nodded.

"Next!" I called. Nancy who hugged me tightly, then Steve who, once again, picked me up and spun me around.

"Finally!" He said. I laughed.

"Hey, you can blame that one on Brock…" I said and he set me back down on my feet.

"I'm so happy for you guys." I nodded.

"Thank you, darlin." I said and kissed his cheek. I saw him go up to Brock. He picked Brock up in a giant bear hug as well and I laughed. Goofball…

"Hi momma." I said and hugged her tightly. "No more crying, alright? It's not something I'm used to seeing."

"Sorry…" I took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her forehead.

"I love ya momma."

"I love you too, so much." I smiled and watched her walk over to Brock who hugged her tightly and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. I smiled again then turned to my daddy.

"Hi daddy!" I said and gave him a big ol' kiss on the cheek.

"Hey darlin'." We hugged. "You look beautiful, carrot top." I smiled.

"Thank you, daddy. I love you."

"I love you too." He smirked and walked over too Brock. They shook hands and said a few things, but I couldn't tell what they said. Lori Ann was the last person.

"Well well well… You actually did it." She said, shaking her head. I nodded.

"I did it." She hugged me. "Well congratulations, honey. If you're happy I guess I am too. This doesn't mean I like Brock, it just means I'm happy… for you." I smiled.

"Thank you." He walked to Brock, gave him a dirty look, then kept walking. I laughed and walked over to him.

"I missed you." I laughed.

"Brock, we were 5 feet away from each other for 10 minutes."

"I know… it was awful." I laughed again and tilted my head all the way back so he could kiss me. Somebody took a picture of that one. I turned so I was standing next to Brock and we smiled this time as the photographer took a picture with her big camera. After some pictures with other people we finally left for Charlie's bar. It looked good, we hadn't been here in a few months. He did a great job decorating. Everybody was already there when we got there. He had tables set up and a dancing area. Oh boy… and karaoke. This oughtta be fun…