"I have to marry her Reba," he told him. He was ashamed and he looked down to his lap.

"Brock, the only reason you would have to marry her is if you went off and-," Reba was cut off.

"Can we please talk about this later?!" Brock begged. He knew the kids were right upstairs.

"No, no you didn't, you couldn't have. You're not that dumb…," Reba stopped staring him blankly in the face. "No," she let out in an almost inaudible whisper.

"I'm sorry Reba, now can we just wait to talk more about this?" He begged once more.

"No. No!" She stood up, "How could you do that?" She slapped him in the chest. "No!" He stood up and grabbed Reba's arm. "No! Let go of me!" she said, tugging her arm back, but he didn't let go so she took her other hand and started pounding on his chest the best she could with her vision beginning to blur from hot tears forming behind her eyes. She started to break down and she fell into Brock. He pulled her close and let her cry into his chest.

"Shhh," he said caressing her beautiful, bright red hair, "I'm sorry honey, it was a mistake. I'm so sorry!"

"No," she said crying, "How could you throw away a 20 year marriage over her?!"

"I never meant for this to happen," he told her.

"Brock," she whispered into his chest, unbelieving that he had gone off and done this. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked him. Brock had always been the one she trusted the most. The fact that someone she trusted and loved so much could do something like this to her really hit home. She didn't know what she was going to do. What did someone do in this situation?

"What do you mean? I have to marry her, but you will still have the kids," he told her. He hated seeing her like this. Reba was such a strong person, and you normally wouldn't see her break down like this. He regreted what he did with Barbra Jean the second he did it, but he couldn't undo the past.

It was then that she remembered she hadn't told him yet. She had something that she thought could really save their marriage and she was keeping it to herself until she found the right time to tell Brock and the family. It was too late now; chances are it wouldn't, or rather it couldn't, change anything.

"Brock, that's not what I mean…I'm…I mean we're...we're…nevermind…," she wanted to tell him so badly, but not here, not now.

"What are you talking about?" he bent down to her level so he could look her in the face.

"It's nothing," she looked away and went to go sit down before all of this got to her and she fainted.

"Reba, common, what are you talking about? It has to be something."

Reba shook her head and looked at the floor. Brock got down on his knees and placed his hands on her legs, "Reba, baby, what is it? You can tell me anything…"

"Can I Brock? After you pull this with Barbra Jean?! Can I really trust you with anything anymore? How do I know that you won't go and tell everyone? Or better yet, go and tell Barbra Jean?" she was starting to loose her temper. It was either show how mad or hurt she was, and she chose mad.

That hurt Brock more then Reba knew, and she could see it on his face. "If I could turn back time and do all of this over again, you know I would choose you," he said, his tone a little softer now.

"I'm sure that you don't want to know," Reba said looking away. This is the first time that something like this wouldn't be the best news they had ever gotten. All the other times this was a happy occasion, but in this case it was only going to cause more problems.

"I want to know. I want to know everything, please…"

"I'm…well…I-I'm pregnant," her voice cracked. She looked up to the ceiling trying to keep the tears from falling down her face. All she needed was to look like more of a wreck.

"Wow…," he stared at Reba for a minute. "Well…umm…I don't know what to do…"

"See! I told you! Just go!" Reba shot up from the couch and ran upstairs.

"Reba! No! Wait!" he ran after her. Before he could reach their room Reba closed the door. On her side she had leaned against the door and slid down, pulling her knees to her chest, and started to cry. "No, baby, common, open the door…"

"No! Go away Brock! I don't want to talk to you right now!" she yelled.

"Please, we need to talk…," he sat and listened as Reba stood up and whipped her eyes, then opened the door. "Thank you," he said stepping into the room. Brock walked over to her and took her hands in his own. He looked into her eyes and then moved his hand to her face wiping away a stray tear from her face then he told her, "Don't worry. We're going to figure this out, okay?" Reba nodded and sniffed then gave him a little smile.

"Yeah," she agreed, she knew somehow they were going to settle this once and for all, but what she was afraid of is that his decision wouldn't be her and this baby.

"When did you find this out?" Brock asked, referring to the baby.

"2 weeks ago. I wasn't feeling too well so I went to the doctor and he told me that I was a month pregnant," she told him. "There are already a few pairs of jeans I can't quite fit in anymore…"

"Wow, honey, you should have told me."

"Well, I thought that something like this might be the thing that could save our marriage, and I was waiting for the perfect time to tell you, and…well…too late now I guess…," she could feel something tugging at her heart. She hated that Brock could have gone off and done something like what he did!

"You know what? I'm tired. I think I'm going to lie down, alright?" She let go of his hand and walked over to the bed to think about everything, and then, unexpectedly, Brock followed her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, just laying there. Without knowing it, it was really what Reba needed most right now: someone to be there for her.

Reba thought it was nice, just laying there together, it was comforting in a way, but she couldn't shake the thought of Brock cheating on her with Barbra Jean. If things went her way, she would have Brock forever; if things went Barbra Jean's way, she would get Brock and Reba would be left alone. She couldn't imagine life without Brock, but if she did end-up with Brock in the end she would feel horrible for Barbra Jean raising a baby on her own.

Reba thought about everything that was going on in this crazy family, and after an hour or so she finally fell asleep in Brock's arms.

Reba and Barbra Jean's lives are in Brock's hands, but who will he choose?

She asked if you could stay,

did you think about me when you almost turned away?

did you think about me when you picked up the phone?

should have let it just ring,

and made it seem like everything was the same as it had always been.

Did you think about me being half awake and crying?

Lying on the floor and waiting for the break of day.

Didn't think about tearing me apart,

at any moment in the night you could have tried to make it right.

why? why? why?

Now in an after thought,

were you thinking about me?

Don't know what you did it for.

'Cause you were thinking about you,

so you want me to believe you were thinking about me,

It isn't hard for me to see you didn't stop for anything.

How bout me being half awake and crying?

Lying on the floor and waiting for the break of day,

Didn't think about tearing me apart,

at any moment in the night you could have tried to make it right.

Give me one good reason why in time i should believe in you.

you had me, you had it, everything.

So close yout eyes and remember all those lies that you never say when you pretend that you will be with me again.

Did you think about me being half awake and crying?

Lying on the phone and waiting for the break of day.

Didn't think about tearing me apart,

at any moment in the night you could have tried to make it right.

why? why? why?