Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Reba show characters or settings. The first little bit of this chapter comes from Reba season one, episode one. I'm sorry if this idea has already been done by anybody on fan fiction or another website of the likes, but I thought it was an original idea.

"Court mandated therapy. The family that sold their kids at the flea market didn't get court mandated therapy." Reba scoffed. Doctor Peters walked in and crossed the room.

"Good afternoon, I'm Doctor Peters." Doctor Peters said.

"Doctor Peters, we are not crazy." Reba stated.

"We don't actually use the term crazy anymore; though I don't know why, it does say it all." Doctor Peters replied.

"Well I just hate to waste your time. We're really a nice normal family." Reba said.

"That's all they ever send me, nice, normal families." Doctor Peters answered.

"My husband and I are separated right now and there was a slight disagreement at the custody hearing." Reba stated.

"Uh, the judge used the word brawl." Doctor Peters paused, and picked up the clipboard that was on the shelf behind her. "Doctor Hart."

"Please, call me Brock." Brock said with a smile.

"Brock," She gave a fake and sarcastic smile, "the record says you assaulted the bailiff."

"Oh no, no, that was Cheyenne." Cheyenne waved. "She was the one really wailing on him. I'll tell ya my girl can throw a punch." Brock said.

"Well they were trying to throw Van out." Cheyenne stated quietly. Doctor Peters raised her hand.

"And Van is?" Doctor Peters asked.

"Cheyenne's boyfriend. He's the star quarter back on the high school football team." Reba said.

"Cornerback." Brock corrected. Reba looked at him.

"Is that important right now?" Reba questioned.

"Well one's offense, one's defense. It's pretty important. He's taking us all the way to state. Go wild cats!" Brock exclaimed.

"Brock's the assistant coach for the team. Easy wild cat." Reba said.

"And you must be Jake?" Doctor Peters asked.

"Here." Jake raised his hand.

"You bit the court reporter?" Doctor Peters questioned.

"I didn't think anybody was looking." Jake replied. Doctor Peters motioned for Jake to get closer.

"Well they were." Doctor Peters retorted. Jake sat back in his chair with a look on his face. "Okay, why don't we begin with the custody arrangements?"

"Oh I want to live with dad." Cheyenne said.

"I want to stay with mom." Jake raised his hand.

"Is boot camp an option?" Kyra asked.

"Cheyenne, my condo's too small." Brock stated.

"Well not for two people. Look, I can cook and take care of you. Please dad?" Cheyenne asked.

"Uh." Brock said. Cheyenne groaned.

"Alright, that's enough. We're gonna end this right here and right now. Without lawyers and without court appointed therapists." Reba looked at Doctor Peters. "No offense."

"Hey I get paid either way." Doctor Peters lilted.

"It's time you moved back home and handled this mid-life crisis' the way other men do. So buy a red Corvette, take up bungee jumping, pierce something, whatever it takes; I don't care." Reba said.

"Reba," Brock sighed and then paused. "Barbara Jean and I are getting married."

"What? Oh no, you're not stupid enough to throw away a twenty year marriage over a dental hygienist with two first names." Reba said.

"We should discuss this later." Brock stated.

"No, we're going to discuss it right now." Reba replied.

"Reba, I have to marry her." Brock responded.

"Oh please, have to? The only reason you'd have to is if you'd gone off and-" Reba stopped talking. Brock put his hand to his forehead. "Oh my gosh."

"What?" Jake asked.

"Here we go." Doctor Peters said.

"Oh my gosh." Reba replied.

"Daddy how could you?" Cheyenne questioned.

"What?" Jake asked.

"Barbara Jean's pregnant!" Kyra exclaimed.

"I thought Cheyenne was pregnant!" Jake stated.

"Shut up Jake." Cheyenne said.

"Back off, he's just a stupid kid." Kyra replied.

"I'm not stupid. She left the pregnancy test in the trash can." Jake exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh!" Reba hollered.

"I am gonna kill you!" Cheyenne jumped up, Brock and Kyra grabbed her.

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Back at the house, Reba was pacing behind the couch. Cheyenne, Van and Brock were sitting on the couch.

"How could this happen?" Reba asked.

"I don't know Reba. How do these things ever happen? Two people work together, the x-ray room was dark." Brock started.

"I was talkin' to them!" Reba hollered. Brock stood up and walked around the couch. "We had the sex talk. I drew pictures with blue and pink arrows."

"We thought you could only get pregnant one day a month." Cheyenne said.

"What?" Reba and Brock said in unison.

"Yeah, so like you could have sex 30 times in a month and only get pregnant once right?" Van asked.

"The only reason you're alive is because you can play football." Brock stated. Reba walked behind the couch to the other side of it.

"You can get pregnant the first time you have sex, most days of the month. Standing up, sitting down and in a hotel hot tub." Reba looked up at Brock; he smiled and then looked down at the ground. She looked away. Cheyenne looked between both her parents and got a disgusted look on her face. "And what about safe sex? Condoms? Disease?"

"We don't have to worry about that." Cheyenne stated.

"Why not?" Brock and Reba asked in unison.

"Because it was the first time. For both of us." Cheyenne replied.

"Cheyenne." Van said.

"That's what embarrasses you? In THIS situation?" Reba asked angrily.

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Reba woke up one morning a few days after Cheyenne and Van got married and was very ill. She stumbled from the bed to the bathroom and threw up inside the toilet. When she leaned up Reba was puzzled.

"Too much stress. I'm making myself sick because of all the stress. I should be getting to the doctor before I end up with an ulcer." Reba stood up and very wobbly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jake was sitting with Brock. "Haven't you caused enough trouble with week? What are you doing here?" Brock smiled.

"Well hello to you too sunshine. I thought at one point we were still married." Brock stated.

"Not anymore. You told me you were getting married to somebody else. Get out of my house." Reba replied. Brock looked at her.

"It's my house just as much as it is yours. We're separated, not divorced." Brock said.

"Close enough. You've been in that condo for four weeks. I've been in this house by myself all that time. Had the bed to myself, the closet. You don't live here anymore. Now excuse me." Reba walked past him and picked up the phone. "Hello, I'd like to make an appointment with the doctor."

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Several hours later, Reba was sitting in the doctor's office.

"Reba, I don't know why you're feeling this way. I want to give you this medicine to take for right now. I am going to have to draw blood and then when we have the results I will know how to properly take care of you and this sickness." The doctor stated and smiled. The nurse came in with a table that had the needle and a few other pieces of equipment that Reba had seen before but couldn't identify off the top of her head. She pushed her sleeve up and sat there while the doctor took blood. She sighed.

"I hope this is over soon. I know it's my blood pressure. I could have an ulcer. It's all Brock's fault." Reba thought to herself.

"There you go Mrs. Hart." The doctor said after a few minutes.

"You're done with me?" Reba asked and the doctor nodded. She stood up and walked out to her car. When she got home Brock, Barbara Jean, Cheyenne, Van, Kyra and Jake were all sitting in the living room.

"What's the matter mom?" Kyra asked. Reba started to walk towards the stairs.

"Reba?" Brock asked. Reba glared at him.

"I'm very tired and my blood pressure is sky high. I just want to go take a nap. When I come back downstairs, I only want to see the four other people who live here." Reba said and with that she walked up the stairs, grabbed her bathrobe and slipped into the bathtub.

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A little while later, Brock was still there. (A/N: Surprise, surprise huh?) The phone rang.

"Hello?" Brock asked when he picked up the phone.

"Yes, I'm looking for a Reba Hart? Is she there?" The man on the other end asked.

"She's here, but she's sleeping right now. Can I take a message?" Brock asked.

"I need to speak with Mrs. Hart directly." He replied.

"Well sir, I'm her husband. What's wrong?" Brock questioned.

"Oh nothing is wrong. I just wanted to tell her the good news." He responded.

"What's the good news?" Brock asked.

"Okay, well if you're her husband you will be sharing this news together soon enough." He said. "Reba is about nine weeks pregnant."

"What?" Brock's jaw dropped.

"Reba's going to have another child. She's about nine weeks out of conception." He replied.

"I'll tell her. Thank you for calling." Brock hung up the phone. "Oh boy. I don't believe this. Reba and I weren't separated nine weeks ago. I moved out a month ago, we've been on the rocks for the last six weeks. That baby is mine, just like Barbara Jean's is. Two children by two different women. Who do I leave with a baby all alone?"