"Reba honey?" Narvel called. "Can you come here please? I want to go over your tour schedule with you". Striding briskly into the room, a glowing Reba sat down next to him. "Sure hun!" she replied. Narvel wrapped his arm around her waist and they began to discuss dates, this one was good, this was not, this one was better. They had figured out 7 months of the tour when Reba stopped him. "Narvel, cancel all dates after this date", she pointed. Startled, he turned to her. "What? Why? You can't cancel Reba! Why would you consider…" Reba put a finger to his lips, stopping him.
Taking his hand, she led him to the couch and sat, motioning for him to do the same. Reluctantly, he did so. "Reba, he began, why in the world would you want to cancel the last few months of your tour? Smiling, Reba said "Because by then it will be too hard to walk around so much, I'm gonna need a lot of rest, and reduced stress. "WHAT? Reba, sweetheart, what's wrong, why?" Narvel said, panicking, now on his knees in front of her. "Narvel", Reba said. Calm down, I'm fine. I just don't think a tour is any place for a baby do you? By then I'll be very pregnant...Sighing, Narvel nodded. I guess you're right, I'll go call and cancel. He began to walk away then paused for a second, realizing what Reba had just said. He quickly spun on his heel, and ran to Reba's side, sinking down to the floor in happy shock. "Did you just say baby? We're gonna have a baby?" Reba slowly nodded, joyful tears welling up in her eyes. Reba took Narvel's hand and brought it to her stomach. We're pregnant. We are gonna have a baby together. That's why I was so sick at the end of our honeymoon. I went to the doctor and he ran some tests. He called me this morning and told me. I couldn't believe it! Narvel leapt to his feet and began spinning Reba around the room, laughing, kissing her and singing "We're having a baby, my baby and me…."