Reba could feel her legs shake, her heart pound, and her stomach doing flips. She was sitting in the hospital's waiting room; sitting next to her was her best friend and her new friends. She was crying as everyone was rubbing her back. "He's going to be fine," Bree told her. Reba kept crying.
"Reba Hart?" The nurse asked, walking into the waiting room. All of them looked up at her. "I'm so sorry, he's in a coma. You can see him. He's in room 219," the nurse told them before walking away. Reba cried hard harder and slipped down into the chair.
"Do you wanna go see him?" Gabby asked. Reba nodded her head. Suddenly, she doubled over in pain. "Reba, are you okay?" Gabby asked.
"I think it's time," Reba screamed out in pain.
"Time for what?" Barbra Jean questioned. Reba looked over at her, wanting to slap her, but being in too much pain to do so. Lynette got the nurse and they took her into a room.
Three hours later…..
Reba held a beautiful baby girl in her arms. "So what are you gonna name her?" Susan asked her.
"Jordyn Abigail."
"And what are you gonna named this angel?" Lynette asked, holding the baby boy in her arms.
"Dylan Michael."
"Mike would have been proud. Real proud." Bree said as Reba burst into tears remembering her lover was in a coma. This wasn't as sweet as Reba thought it was going to be. It was supposed to be a happy time for the whole family but, Mike was in a coma. Nothing was happy about that.
"Yeah. He would be happy and proud. This would be a proud moment for him." Reba said with more tears spilling out of her eyes.
The End:
Look For The Squeal.