~ Mine ~

One Honest Heart

"If you follow me I can go ahead and show you the downstairs!" Laura Baugh enthused as she led the way, down the hallway of the polished Brentwood mansion.

"What do you think Marti May?" Reba questioned softly as they followed behind Laura to the stairs, which lead to the game room, theater room, and gym.

"I think it fits you well," Marti answered before pausing a moment.

"Not overwhelming like Blackstock Manor but lavish enough to be the home of a classy cowgirl who sometimes poses a sophisticated businesswoman." Marti finished confidently with a laugh as she gripped Reba's arm delicately, leading her down the winding staircase. Once they'd reached the bottom, both Reba and Marti exhaled a large surprised breath. It was stunning. The first room they were met with was the entry to the "game room" which held a dark southern ambiance. The brick wall complimented the space perfectly, as they continued to twirl around and look at all the goodies inside. The large flat screen TV's that sat above the skeet table caught Reba's eye immediately. The large wooden poker table in the middle was, however, her favorite touch, after all, she was the undisputed Backgammon Queen. It was exactly what she had envisioned for her grandchildren when they all came to visit.

"The Rugrats will love this," Marti said as she lightly spun around, looking over every inch of the room. She personally had been sold when Laura had shown them the mesmerizing cut out fireplace that illuminated the house when fully lit up, and of course, the magnificent kitchen, the fridge alone could feed an army or a single Reba; it seemed that with each room she fell even more and more in love.

"The best part of having rich friends is telling them what to buy..."

"You should buy this house," Marti said with an encouraging smile, causing Reba to laugh softly. She was so sure that there couldn't possibly be a house that measured up to the one she'd lived in for the last two and a half decades but like with everything else, God had certainly surprised her. The neighborhood alone was reason enough to move here, half of her country friends owning house's nearby, and this house's beauty seemed to be an added bonus.

"Do you think that it would make a good house to raise a little baby in?" Reba questioned with a soft smile, her hands resting firmly on her growing bump. Before Marti could reply, however, Reba's eyes suddenly winded, and her hands moved to grip the lower part of her tummy quickly.

"Sweetie?" Marti questioned apprehensively, as she inched towards Reba.

"The baby," Reba whispered softly, causing the hairs on the back of Marti's neck to stand on end. Reba had still been recovering from her recent surgery and even though the doctor had slightly lifted her strict bedrest, Brandon would still murder her if anything happened to Reba. After all, there were only supposed to be out for a quick trip to the store and a light lunch.

"She kicked," Reba muttered softly, almost as if she didn't believe her own words. The baby had been quite reluctant, making Reba believe that she might never feel her baby girl but the light flutter in her lower abdomen told her otherwise.

"What?" Marti asked, a huge smile creeping across her face as she watched Laura step off to the side to receive a seemingly urgent phone call.

"Here feel." Reba insisted as she grabbed Marti's hands and pulled them to rest on her lower tummy, which fluttered immediately upon contact.

"Woah," Marti said, giggling softly as she rested her forehand on Reba's, her hands still firmly on her tummy.

"She's really in there." She laughed again. With her own daughter's grown and both almost out of college it had been so long since she'd felt the presence of a little growing baby.