Nobody Dies of a Broken Heart

"What!? Your not…what are you talking about??" Reba said in a worried voice. She put down the fork she was holding.

"I'm not quite divorced yet," Dr. Jack Morgan told her while taking another bite of the steak he had prepared them both. This was supposed to be a romantic evening for them, but it was turning into a disaster.

"So that makes me….Barbra Jean!? I can't be Barbra Jean!! I can't do that to anyone else-not like Brock did to me. It's not fair, Jack," she said in a panic. She stood up and walked to the sink. Jack tried to fallow her, but she just back-tracked to the table again, and Jack didn't try to follow her then, he knew she was angry.

"Well, I'm sorry if this upsets you, Reba, but I'm working on it, I can't speed up the process of a divorce, you know that," He said trying to calm her down.

"So wait—you have signed the papers?"

"Well…I have them….I just haven't had the time moving back into town so suddenly….and you know how hard it is signing that paper knowing that you are ending the relationship that you have had for years..." He tried his best to make a quick explanation.

"So do you still love her?"

"Well I'll always love her, but not the same way I love you."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Rewind and freeze," Reba walked around to Jack's the side of the counter and turned to face him, "You love me? You know you can't love us both. You can't have it both ways." Reba was touched that he said he loved her, but if his wife still has feeling for him, and he still has a love there for her…she didn't know if she wanted to be in that situation.

"What do you want me to do?" At this point he was at a loss for words.

"Just leave, I need some time to think." Tears where starting to fill her beautiful, blue eyes.

"No, Sher-I mean Reba, I'm not going to leave when I know you are this upset with me!"

Reba's mouth dropped open, "What did you just call me!?"

Jack didn't know what to think. Did he really still love his wife? "You know I didn't mean it! I made a mistake. People make mistakes!"

"Get out."

"No Re-" He was cut off by a furious Reba.

"NO! I said GET OUT!! Now," She had moved to the door and opened it without Jack even noticing. She was crying, and he knew that she didn't want to be around anyone, so without words he just left.

Jack got into his car, and put the keys into the ignition. For a moment he thought that he should go back and try to work things out, but he decided to let it go for not and try to call her later. He to his apartment and found his soon-to-be ex wife sitting next to his door. "What are you doing here?"

"Jack, I miss you. I don't think what we are doing is right. Please, can we just talk?"

"This is not a good time! It's been a long day," He said opening his door, he stepped inside and she followed him. "Sherrill, get out!" He grabbed her arm and pushed her towards the door. But she wasn't going to give up that easily. She grabbed his shoulder and brought him into a heated kiss. Then, before they knew it they were up in his bedroom making love.

Meanwhile, Reba found herself walking to Brock's house. She was still crying, and she didn't know why, but she felt she needed to see him. She walked up his walkway asking herself an obvious question. What are you doing? Then she thought, This is crazy. You know this isn't a good idea. But although she knew it was wrong, she knocked on his door. He came to the door looking like he had just gotten out of bed. Noticing how fast he made it to the door she knew Barbra Jean had him sleeping on the couch again. Things were getting bad between Brock and Barbra Jean. They were always fighting, and Brock has spent many nights on the couch. "Reba, it's late, what do you need?"

"It's nothing I guess, but I just felt like I needed to talk to you," Reba said in an unsteady voice. Brock knew that she had been crying, and he was starting to get concerned.

"Ok, come on in," He motioned inside the house, and Reba stepped inside. To confirm her suspicions she found sheets on the couch where Brock had been sleeping. "What's wrong? What are you crying about? Aren't you supposed to be on a date with Jack?" He found himself asking too many questions and he stopped himself.

"Yeah, well, Jack is what's wrong. We were talking and dinner was going just fine, and then he told me that he and his wife weren't fully divorced!" Reba was trying to calm herself down so she could tell the story, "And to make things worse he said that he still had feelings for his wife, but that he loves me, too. Brock, I don't know what to do."

"It's ok, you have me. Don't worry, we'll figure this out," Brock said trying to calm her down and pulling her into a hug. Surprisingly, it was working and Reba was getting wrapped up in their hug. For a moment she didn't feel that she ever wanted to move from the safety of Brock's arms. She didn't realize how much she had missed the safe feeling of Brock's arms. Reba looked up, and Brock looked down, their faces just inches apart. It was hurting Brock to see the tears in her eyes, so he wiped them away, and then put both hands on her face. Then they kissed. Reba's knees got weak, and she felt herself being slightly held up by Brock.

Just then they heard someone get out of bed upstairs, and then heard them start down the stairs. They quickly broke apart-just in time. Kyra and Jake came down the stairs and Jake said, "Daddy, I had a bad dream!"

"Yeah, and the little twerp woke me up and made me bring him down here, so I'm going back to bed." Kyra turned around and returned to her room.

"Ok buddy, go back to bed and I'll be up there in a minute."

"Alright daddy," Jake said, and then he walked up the stairs, once again leaving Reba and Brock alone.

"I better leave. I'll see you tomorrow when you bring Jake home." And before Brock could say anything she had left.