Disclaimer-Reba isn't mine

Note-In this story, Brock never got a vasectomy. That is SO important it's not even funny. Also, ~Blah~ is my POV.

Reba's POV

That 6@$t@rd, how can he do this to me? After all the heartache and trouble he put me through, he should have the DECENCY to leave me alone. The nerve of him coming near me, let alone…I can't even think about it.

I almost feel sorry for Barbara Jean, and coming from me, that's a lot to say. I've hated that young, ignorant blonde for being blonde enough to steal my husband! (I shouldn't make fun of blondes, I know; Cheyenne is a blonde, but I have to admit, and painfully so…my eldest isn't the sharpest tool in the shed) But now I only feel pity for her. To think what will happen when she finds out what Brock did!

Hmm…I wonder…

But…wait. Isn't this what I've wanted all along? To hurt Barbara Jean and have my husband back? Get it together, Reba, you're confusing even yourself!

Well, there's no confusing the facts. As much as I abhor this thing in my hands, it will change my, my kids', Brock's, and Barbara Jean's lives forever.

~Reba threw the pregnancy test in the bathroom trash .~

What am I gonna do?

Hiya! So, do you like it? Sorry for the shortness, but this is more of an introductory chapter. The chapters probably will get longer. PROBABLY being the key word.

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