The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 7

Reba's P.O.V.

I woke up without Narvel beside me for the second time, but this time it was ok. He had laid and rubbed on my back for what seemed like hours, and every time I woke up paranoid that my dream was actually real, he assured me that he was fine. Gosh, I don't know if I could do that for him if I tried! My stomach growled angrily and I attempted to crawl out of bed. I set my right foot on the ground and tears welled up in my eyes as a searing pain shot through my lower leg. I waited a second to collect myself, then yelled downstairs, "NARVEL!" He came rushing in, then attempted to cover his heavy breathing with a sweet, "Mornin' Darlin'." I giggled at him and he moseyed on over to my bedside. He noticed the tears in my eyes and asked, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" I nodded yes, and he started kissing my ankle. He then started kissing his way up by leg to my stomach (which he spent extra time on by lifting my shirt up). He continued up my torso, to the side of my neck, nibbled on my ear a bit, then planted a big, wet kiss on my lips. The entire time I was squirming and giggling. We concluded our kissing session, then Narvel picked me up to carry me downstairs. After he got me situated, he whispered in my ear, "I've got a surprise for you downstairs that I think you are really gonna like!" My heart started beating real fast, awaiting the surprise he told me about. When we rounded the corner of the staircase, I heard someone yell, "MAMA!" I could recognize that voice in a room with a thousand people in it. "SHELBILLY!!!" I screamed and attempted to jump right out of Narvel's arms. He cried, "Whoa there cowgirl" as he sat me down on the couch with Shelby. Shelby came over and gave me a big hug and kiss, then we sat and talked for a while, just catching up. Narvel was sitting all by his lonesome across the room in a recliner, so I told him with a smirk, "Come here big boy!" He waltzed over then picked me up and placed me on his lap. We continued talking, then Narvel spoke up, saying that we need to get going to the hospital. My face fell gloomy, because one, I hated anything medical, and two, I didn't want to leave my not-so-little-anymore baby. Narvel did elaborate on his statement though, suggesting that we all go out for brunch on the way to the hospital. My face lit up at that wonderful idea and Narvel lifted me up to take me to my room to get ready

Narvel's P.O.V.

I run up to Reba and I's room as quickly as I can. I then realize how out of shape I am when I have to cover up the fact that I am breathing heavy by saying "Mornin' Darlin'" to my beautiful wife sitting on the bed. She giggles because of my bad attempt of covering my out-of-shape-ness. I walk over to her exhibiting as much swagger as I can, eliciting another laugh from Reba. I notice the tears pooling in her eyes, so I whisper, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" She, who is such a sucker for baby talk, gently nods yes. I kiss her ankle, but then thought I should have a little fun with it. I started kissing my way up her shin and thigh, not getting close enough to make it sexy, though. Even though I wanted to, I didn't knowing that that Shelby was downstairs waiting. I lifted up the part of the shirt covering her stomach and kissed in the shape heart around her bellybutton. I then continued my trek over a little more mountainous terrain and up her neck. I nibbled on her ear, making her squirm and giggle even more than she already was. She then comprehended my next move and greeted me with a passionate kiss at the lips. Once we finished, I picked Reba up to carry her downstairs to the awaiting Shelby. I whispered in her ear, "I've got a surprise for you downstairs that I think you are really gonna like!" If our kissing session didn't raise her blood temperature, then this did, because her heart was beating a million miles an hour. We reached the bottom of the staircase, and Shelby yelled at the top of his lungs, "MAMA!" Reba's mother intuition kicked in, nearly jumping out of my arms as she screamed, "SHELBILLY!" I couldn't help but laugh as I said," Whoa there cowgirl!" I set her down of the couch with her baby boy and they started chatting away. I went and sat down in the recliner in the corner, gladly watching the two of them talk. Reba is so cute because she gets so excited, she is on the next question before Shelby gets to answer the original one. The conversation slows a bit, and I find myself being called out of my Reba trance by none other than Red herself. She calls, "Come here big boy" then pats on her legs as if she is calling a dog. I grin, then stroll over to her. I pick her up, take her place on the couch then set her on my lap. She is obviously thrilled by the situation and picks up on her conversation. I finally decide to break up the fun, because I always have to be the bad cop, and tell Reba that we needed to get going to the hospital to get her ankle checked out. Her expression fell sadly, so I tried to sweeten the deal by taking her and Shelby out to brunch. Food always seems to make her happy, and this time did not prove any different. Her happiness came back full-blown and I lifted her up to carry up to our bedroom. I handed Shelby the TV remote to keep him company while we got ready.