Reba What If

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"I would say that I am not sure. I love this child, even if it's the child of my teacher; but as its mother I feel that I need to be responsible for it, I need to make decisions for it until it's big enough to take care of itself." Kyra says.

"That's very big of you Kyra. Although we need to look at the bigger picture here just besides the fact that you love this child." Reba says delicately.

"What are you saying? Do you think I wouldn't make a good mom?" Kyra asks now with tears in her eyes.

"Great. I remember these feelings of inadequacy. Not knowing what people are truly feeling about you. I can't believe being a mother that I can't relate to my daughter and her feelings about being a mother." Reba thinks to herself. She just looks at Kyra and then to Barbara Jean. Barbara Jean just shrugs.

"No, Kyra. I think you would make a great mother. I just think that you might do better if you waited until you got married and had a husband to help you before you raised children. It's hard enough with 2 parents, let alone just one." Reba says as patiently as she can to Kyra.

"I don't believe you don't think I can do it." Kyra says.

"That's not it at all Kyra!" Reba hollers. Brock enters the kitchen and stands behind Reba.

"What's going on Reba?" Brock asks.

"Mom wants me to put my baby up for adoption because she doesn't think I can take care of it." Kyra says crying.

"That's not what I said Kyra Eleanor. I said that you should just wait until you have husband." Reba says.

"Well look, I may not be married, and I may only be in high school, but I will still love this child no matter what." Kyra yells and then rushes up the stairs. Reba sighs.

"That didn't go the way I thought it would." Reba says.

"How did you expect it to go Reba? Telling our pregnant daughter that she wouldn't be a good mother." Brock asks.

"I didn't say that! Look, Barbara Jean wants to get married because she wants to settle down and have a family. Since Eugene left her at the alter and Kyra isn't exactly old enough to care for a child all by herself, I thought maybe Barbara Jean could raise the child, but know that Kyra was part of its family." Reba says.

" I don't think that's such a good idea." Brock says.

"And why not?" Reba asks Brock just looking at Barbara Jean.

"Just look at her. I don't think she would be fit to take care of a hamster, let alone our grandchild!" Brock says to her. They both look over at Barbara Jean and she is chasing a moth around the kitchen.

"I see your point." Reba says and Brock nods.

"Well Barbara Jean, it looks like I may have to spend some time getting Kyra into the idea of not having her child around her. But I will remember you for an adoptive parent." Reba says to her.

"Thank you so much, Reba. I really want a baby; I jut wish that I could meet somebody who felt the same way that I did." Barbara Jean said crying. She walks over, opens the door, and leaves. Reba just looks at Brock.

"Well, I can't believe all that has happened." Brock says.

"I feel really bad for her. I can't believe somebody would just leave her up at the alter like that. She is a good girl. She is just younger than we are. She could hypothetically be our daughter." Reba says.

"I am so glad she's not." Brock says.

"Brock!" Reba exclaims. Although she does turn around. Brock catches her in his arms. He puts his lips to hers once again.

"Brock, not right now. I need to go talk to Kyra." Reba says in a soft, weak voice. Brock caresses Reba's ears. Reba goes limp, and falls into Brock's arms.

"Kyra will still be here in a few minutes." Brock says to her. Brock sweeps Reba off her feet and carries her upstairs.

"Are you kidding about this? What if Kyra comes in? We were almost caught by Jake the last time." Reba says just staring at the door. Brock locked the door behind him.

"It's not a problem. Don't worry." Brock says with a smile. By the time, he reached the bed and laid Reba down, she was only wearing her socks, and Brock was half dressed. Just as Brock got on the bed with her; there was a knock on the door. Brock stops and looks up.

"Yes?" Reba asks.

"Can I come in?" Kyra asks from the other side of the door.

"Hang on, honey." Reba says putting her clothes back on and helping give Brock his clothes. When they get done dressing, Reba walks over and opens the door.

"What's going on Kyra?" Brock asks from behind Reba.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about how you were right." Kyra replies shyly.

"What?" Reba says surprised.

"Yeah, I think that a child should be raised with either both parents or at least a parent that could take care of it, I just wanted to be a part of my child's life." Kyra says to them. Reba leans into Brock's arms.

"It's very good you feel that way because we have somebody to adopt him or her." Reba says.

"Really? Who?" Kyra asks only halfway excited.

"Barbara Jean Booker." Brock says with a sigh.

"What? The nut from your office?" Kyra asks.

"Kyra Eleanor Hart! How dare you say something like that about sweet little Barbara Jean." Reba says scolding her middle child and youngest daughter.

"Sorry, but she's right." Brock says to Reba.

"Quit agreeing with her when I am trying to punish her, Brock." Reba says to him.

"Sorry." Brock says smiling.

"Fine, if we all talk to Barbara Jean I think I will let her take care of my child." Kyra says.

"YES!" Reba says happily.