The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 5

Reba's P.O.V.

"NARVEL! Where the hell is that son of a bitch? NARVEL," I screamed out from the desk in my office. I was staring angrily at my laptop screen, which housed a picture me and Narvel making out in the back seat of the taxi cab last night. The headline plastered on the article was, "REBA MCENFIRE? Things get a little HOT in the back seat of a taxi cab!" "NARVEL! Get your ass in here!" I yelled again before realizing that today was Tuesday, housework day. I remembered him saying something about cleaning the window sills out front. I stormed out of my office and over to the open window. Narvel was up on a 20 foot ladder with a bucket of Clorox and a broom wiping down the white-turned-green window sills. I looked down at him with a scowl and he quickly asked, "Babe, what's wrong?" I replied in an instant, "WHAT'S WRONG IS THE FACT THAT THERE ARE ARTICLES FLYING ALL OVER THE INTERNET ABOUT OUR MAKE-OUT SESSION IN THAT CAB LAST NIGHT! YOU COULDN'T WAIT TO GET YOUR SEX-CRAZED LIPS ALL OVER MINE AND NOW THE STORY IS EVERYWHERE! THIS TABLOID MIGHT BE JUST THE THING TO END MY CAREER! I HAVE LOST ALL RESPECT FOR YOU AND YOUR DIRTY LITTLE MIND! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN CHARLIE!" Narvel looks up to me with tears in my eyes, clearly in awe of what I just said. To be perfectly honest, I didn't believe what I had just said. I compared Narvel to Charlie, which is probably the most hurtful thing I could've said. Narvel is nothing like Charlie and will never be. Embarrassed, I turned away quickly, then felt my shirt snag. I turn back around as quickly as I had originally and heard the petrifying scream of my husband. I looked out the window and saw my husband and the step-ladder falling to the ground. Everything was going in slow motion. Narvel was flailing and screaming just as he was about to hit the gr...

I woke up in a sweat and a fit of shakes to see my husband's spot in bed empty. I broke down right then, wailing and bawling for my husband, who I had killed. I cried so hard, the room began to go blacker than it already was. All of a sudden, between my wails of grief, I heard the bedroom door open and felt strong arms wrap around my torso. The body that had wrapped itself around mine began whispering words of reassurance to me. When I had finally gained enough of my composure back, I turned around to see my Narvel comforting me. He was combing his hands through my hair and rubbing small circles on my neck and shoulders. At this point, he spoke, saying, "Hey, Baby Girl. Are you alright?" I weakly nodded my head, then whispered, "You are nothing like Charlie and never will be. I love you more than anything in this world, Narvel Wayne Blackstock." "And you, Reba Nell McEntire Blackstock, are my world. I love you." Narvel answers. I was too exhausted to explain my wild dream, and drifted off to sleep, wrapped in my husband's embrace. This time though, everything was right in my world.

Narvel's P.O.V.

I woke up to hear a terrifying wail erupting from across the hall. I jumped out of bed and rushed over to take on the challenge of whatever had her freaking. I jumped into the room and witnessed a very sad sight. Reba was bawling over the empty spot where I usually sleep and pleading "Narvel" between sobs. I hurry over to her side of the bed and engage in a tight embrace with my distraught wife. Her cheeks are tear-stained and her eyes are puffy. I start telling her that everything is all right and that she is just fine. She begins winding down, but is still shaking. Slowly, she turns around and looks at me deep in my eyes. I whisper, "Hey, Baby Girl. Are you alright?" while I brush her now wet hair from her face and rub circles on her bare shoulders. She nods weakly, then out of the blue says, "You are nothing like Charlie and never will be. I love you more than anything in this world, Narvel Wayne Blackstock." I admit, sometimes she confuses me with the things she says, but I answered back, "And you, Reba Nell McEntire Blackstock, are my world. I love you." She is clearly exhausted, so I say no more and watch her as she falls into a deep sleep.