"Narvel sweetie", Reba said. "You don't have to carry me you know. I was only going to the kitchen for a drink". Narvel had begun to carry Reba everywhere and anywhere so she wouldn't tire out from the moment she had started showing. Her baby bump was clearly visible now, several months into her pregnancy. They had told the band together, and they had instantly begun to offer things they could do for her and the baby, extremely excited for the new little addition.
Reba began talking about her baby during concerts, and the crowds loved it. Narvel rigged it so she would be sitting down much more, her long dance numbers cut down to a few steps, her powerful voice taking care of the rest.
A few months into the pregnancy, Narvel took Reba for a weekend getaway to a cozy little bed and breakfast. They made love for hours on end, lying contentedly in each other's arms. After one particular make-out session, Narvel laid his hand on Reba's belly and talked to their unborn child and teased Reba, who giggled uncontrollably.
Narvel did everything for Reba, including making late night runs for ice cream or pancakes, or whatever craving she had bat that moment. Neither parent could wait for their baby's arrival.