Summary: Reba finds out about both Brocks affair and Barbra Jeans Pregnancy, but she see's this as no excuse to lose her husband and despite all the interjections and problems, she's willing to fight for what she wants most in this world. Please read and Review!
Disclaimer: I do not own "Reba" or any or the Cast members. They belong to the writers. I do however own my writing, so please don't steal Johanna-002©.
Alright, I know it's evil to be stuck with writer's block for a while, and then when you're unstuck, you come up with something like this. Emotions run high, and suggestions of a very unhappy ending! You've been warned.
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Under the covers, blocking herself from the world, Reba lies wallowing in misery.
How could this happen? How could Brock cheat on her? Deceive her, tear apart their family… be dumb enough to knock up his big-blonde-bimbo of a hygienist!
She had given that butt the best twenty years of her life, scratch that- she had given him all of herself, supported him throughout their entire relationship and he had the nerve to sleep with Barbra jean! Big goofy, weird Barbra Jean- not some gorgeous Russian gymnast- a ding bat! She was losing the love of her life to a pregnant ditty nut!
Wait a minute…
I have a choice here.
Fight for Brock.
Win this war
Throw away everything I've worked so hard for…
No… Yes… Brock… Lonely… Love… Pregnant… Affair… Prepared to fight.
Sitting up, Reba ran a hand through her tussled red hair. "Oh Brock," she merely whispered, turning to look over at their wedding picture that was perched happily on her bed side table. "Brock, I love you." She mouthed to the picture.
Descending down the stairs, Reba appeared in a emerald green turtle neck and black dress pants, her make up complimented perfectly to her beautiful blue eyes, kissable pink lips and creamy white skin. Her red hair curled out and her bangs flaring perfectly over her eyes.
Reba was definitely a sight to see.
"Morning 'ma," Cheyenne greeted cautiously, offering a warm smile to her mother.
Reba kissed her daughters cheek, "Watch you siblings Cheyenne, I'm going to the condo…"
"What?" Cheyenne exclaimed breaking away from her mothers embrace.
Nodding her head, Reba walked around to the door, "I love him, Cheyenne, I don't want to lose him. Not like this, not with out a fight."
Reba walked out of the house with out another word.
A/N: *Hides under rock, avoiding your torches and pitch forks*
Adrenalizing. I know. If you aren't in an anxious coma, please review!