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Chapter 1: Good Morning Reba

Peace and quiet were just some things that did not occur very often at the Hart residence. Therefore, when Reba Hart woke up and remembered that she was the only one home, she switched off her alarm; eager to embark on what she thought would be a peaceful day. She arose from her warm, cozy bed and traipsed into the bathroom to proceed with the first part of her morning ritual that consisted of brushing her teeth and washing her face. After thoroughly washing her face she removed her fluffy pale green robe from the back of the door and headed downstairs for the second part of her morning ritual, a cup, or two, of coffee while reading the newspaper.

Something bizarre was definitely going on. Reba noticed that the living room was cleaner than it was yesterday and the stain from Jake's spilled juice had miraculously vanished. As she walked into the kitchen, she saw that there was a hot, steaming cup of coffee already waiting for her at her usual place at the table. In addition, there was bacon and eggs cooking on the stove and there was toast in the toaster.

"Hmm…now I know I didn't leave that there last night," Reba said

At that moment, Barbara Jean strolled in from the living room.

"Good morning Reba! I see you finally woke from your slumber," chirped Barbra Jean

"Barbra Jean, what the heck? You scared the heck out of me. I could've hit ya. (Lightly swats Barbra Jean in the stomach with the back of her hand) See. Anyway, it is 9:30 in the morning, how did you even get in my house? " Reba questioned

"Oh I climbed in through you bedroom window," Barbra Jean stated nonchalantly as she nodded.

"You what! Oh man I need an alarm system or some attack dogs or something," Reba exclaimed.

"I cooked you up some breakfast and I made sure you had a nice, hot cup of coffee for when you woke up. Oh and here's your newspaper fresh from the front yard." Said Barbra Jean

"Well, um, thank you Barbra Jean. Aside from this being extremely creepy, it's very thoughtful." Said Reba

"Now why don't you sit down and I will bring you your breakfast and newspaper to the table." Suggested Barbra Jean

"Thanks Barbra Jean, this is really kind of you to do. I mean not that I don't appreciate it, but just why exactly are you doing this?" Asked Reba

"What? I just wanted to do something nice for my very best friend in the whole wide…ok, so there is something I have to talk to you about, but eat your breakfast first. Trust me, your gonna need the energy." Said Barbra Jean

Against her better judgment, Reba devoured the extraordinary breakfast that was in front of her. To her astonishment, her breakfast was actually very yummy. After about 10 minutes, Reba had finished off most of her meal and all of her coffee. She couldn't wait any longer, oddly enough, she actually wanted to know what Barbra Jean needed to talk about so badly.

"Okay Barbra Jean, just let me get another cup of coffee and then we can discuss what you broke in here to talk about," said Reba.

Reba strolled over to the coffee pot and poured herself a rather large cup of coffee. If her famous mothers' intuition was correct, she knew she would be talking to Barbra Jean for a while. She finished pouring her coffee and was about halfway to the table when Barbra Jean started talking.

"I want a divorce from Brock," Barbra Jean blurted out, well shouted out is more like it.

"Barbra Jean did you just say you want a divorce?" asked Reba who was completely dumbfounded, "You guys are still working through your separation. Why in the world do you want a divorce?"

Barbra Jean looked down at the floor. She looked very similar to a rather large, miserable puppy dog.

By the look on Barbra Jean's face, Reba thought that she might know what that reason might be, "Barbra Jean is there another man? Are you cheating on Brock?"

Barbra Jean looked back up at Reba, who surprisingly had a genuine look of concern on her face.

"I guess you could say that." Barbra Jean said, "Well I'm not seeing anyone else, so technically I'm not cheating."

"So then what's the problem?" a perplexed Reba asked.

"Well, I don't love Brock anymore Reba. Our marriage has fallen apart again and this time there's no fixing it," sobbed Barbra Jean, "So while Brock has been away at his dental convention, I've had oodles of alone time to think."

"Think about what Barbra Jean?" asked Reba.

"Well you know, about my life and how everything is different and has fallen apart. That's when it hit me, I used to wonder 'Gee Barbra Jean, your marriage is falling apart again and yet…it doesn't seem to bother you, now why is that.' Then I realized that I wasn't in love with Brock anymore. Actually, I haven't been for a while now, almost certainly since we separated. Oh Reba then I realized something wonderful, I am in love…with someone else." Barbra Jean exclaimed.

"Oh Barbra Jean, this is probably just another one of your crushes that you always get," stated Reba.

"No Reba it's serious this time, I'm head over heels in love," exclaimed Barbra Jean.

"How do you know that? You cannot possibly be in love with someone that you have only met once or twice! That's just crazy!" said Reba

"No you don't understand. I have known and loved this person for years. They are very near and dear to my heart. It was just a couple of months ago did I realize the love I had for that person was more than just the friendly kind of love you have for someone," replied Barbra Jean with a sparkle in her eyes.

Reba was getting quite nervous. 'Oh god, please lord, don't let her mean me. She couldn't be talking about me, could she? No, she's not, she is not. Nevertheless, what if she is, oh lord! What if she tells me that it is me, I don't think I could control my feelings for her. God I knew falling for her would get me in trouble. Come to think of it, I don't even know how it happened really. I used to loathe the woman, but I guess she does grow on you. Oh lord I need to learn to control my feelings. I need to get a grip." Reba thought hysterically to herself.

"Well how do you know that you actually love this person? I mean how do you know your just not infatuated with them, it's really easy to confuse love with infatuation," said Reba nervously, "Very easily."

"No Reba I'm sure, this is real," said Barbra Jean.

"Well I better get going; I have lots of stuff to do today. It was nice chatting with ya," said Reba as she got up and attempted to walk into the living room.

As soon as she got up Barbra Jean grabbed her by the arm and gently pulled her back down into the chair, "Wait Reba, don't you wanna know who it is?

"Oh you don't have to tell me it's really none of my business…I really don't," said Reba.

Barbra Jean interrupted her, "It's you, Reba,"

Reba knew she had to get out of that kitchen before she said something stupid, or worse did something stupid. She raced into the living room and threw herself onto the couch, burying her head into a pillow. Barbra Jean followed right behind her.

"Reba I'm serious, let's talk about this. I am not just saying this because I'm lonely; I'm saying this because I mean it. I love you Reba; I love everything about you ya know, even your fiery temper. You know, you look so adorable when you're angry," confessed Barbra Jean, "Won't you just talk to me about this. I mean I'm not dumb Reba, I know you don't feel the same way, but it would just help me if we talked about it. Please don't hate me for this."

Reba withdrew her head from the pillow as the tears welled up in her blue eyes; she stared into Barbra Jean's eyes.

"Oh Barbra Jean, I don't hate you. I'm just so confused, I…I like you too. It's just that your married to Brock and I think it's a law that you can't date your ex-husbands use to be mistress now wife. But even with all of that, no matter what I think or how I try and rationalize it, I still love you with all my heart." Sobbed Reba.

"Oh Reba, do you mean that? Do you really care for me like that?" Questioned Barbra Jean, "I thought you hated me."

"I wouldn't lie about something like that. And yes, Barbra Jean, I used to hate you. I used to hate your guts. But then I got to know you, I got to know the kind of person you are. You are a truly wonderful and amazing person and once I realized that, I couldn't stop how I felt. It just sort of snowballed into this feeling and it won't go away," said Reba between sobs.

"It doesn't have to go away you know. We could try this out and see what happens," suggested Barbra Jean timidly.

"But Barbra Jean I had the same thing done to me. I don't want to be responsible for breaking up a marriage," said Reba, "I mean you know how that feels, I don't know if I would be able to live with myself."

"Yes I do know how you feel Reba, I still feel ashamed for what I have done. But Reba it's different this time. I have had the divorce papers filled out since the separation, so does Brock. We were just waiting for the other one to say something, but we were both scared I think. Now I'm not scared anymore I know our marriage is over Reba, there's no fixing it," said Barbra Jean, "But this, us, I know it could work. I just need you to see that too."

They continued like this nonstop for what seemed like forever to the both of them. With Barbra Jean trying to convince Reba that them being together could work and Reba retorting with how much they have against them. After about an hour, Reba realized that she, in fact, did need Barbra Jean in her life and she needed and desired to be able to love her fully. She had to accept the fact that Barbra Jean had broken through all her barriers and no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she loved her with all her heart. Deep down in her heart she knew that this was the right thing to do.

"I do see it Barbra Jean, but are you sure that I'm not the reason your marriage is over. Swear to me that you are absolutely sure, and don't lie to me," said Reba.

"I'm sure, I swear to you with all of my heart. I wouldn't lie to you about this, maybe about who spilled juice on the couch, but not this. I know how you feel about this and how hard it must be for you, but I need you and now I know that you need me too," stated Barbra Jean.

"I do need you, no matter how hard I try and tell myself I don't. And as hard as it will be and even though we have so much going against us, I think we could try and see where this leads us. But we can't tell anyone until we are sure, that is what we both want okay?" Reba stated.

Barbra Jean was speechless. She pulled Reba into a colossal embrace and Reba hugged back. They spent the rest of the day talking and sharing stories. It was getting late, so Reba and Barbra Jean settled on the couch to watch a movie. It wasn't long after the movie started that they both passed out cold. Reba was laying in Barbra Jeans arms, and that's how they slept for the entire night.

Morning came awfully early and neither of the two occupants on the couch even stirred. They were basking in the morning sun, enjoying their time alone. However, they didn't expect what happened next. It was Reba who heard the car door slam and the footsteps walking up towards the front door. She quickly tried to get up, but Barbra Jean's grip was too tight. The front door opened and Reba heard a very shocked gasp.

"Oh my God!"