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Reba/Barbra Jean prompts: 1. getting married (I'd think Brocks reaction would be hilarious). 2. moving in together. 3. realizing their in love and going on first date
A/N: I am so sorry this took me so long. I actually started writing this back in April 2016, but I fell into a bit of a block with it. Incredibly, it took a rewatch, a crossover with Supergirl, a signed Reba CD (best gift ever!!), and a whole lot of encouragement from my wonderful friends to finally pick this back up and finish it. I went with prompt #2. A special thank you to @ariestess for the beta!
This is pretty ridiculous, so I do hope the humor translates. Barbra Jean has no shame, Reba is amazing, and the dynamic between them will always be a favourite. Anyways, plot-wise, this takes place years after the series finale… Okay, it takes place today. Brock and BJ are in the process of divorcing. BJ and Henry have moved into Reba’s big empty house. Enjoy!
((AO3 // FFnet))
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The Fear of Being Alone
The last thing Reba expected to find when she returned fromher midnight bathroom break was movement under her bed covers. She froze at theside of the bed, reaching out blindly for an object of defense. Her hand fellupon a box and she lifted it with haste. With a deep breath, she leaned overthe bed, raised the box in her hand, and took a deep breath.
“Aha! I’ve got you!” Reba yelled as she loweredthe box and smacked the lump in her bed with all the strength she could muster.The box collapsed under her grip, tissues spilling out of it as dust and ashriek littered the air. The lump scrambled under the covers in the darkness ofthe room, panicked mumblings emitting from the intruder.
Reba jumped away from the bedside, effectively bumping intoa wall.
At last, arms emerged from the covers, followed by a mess ofblonde locks.
“Barbra Jean!” she exclaimed breathlessly, hand toher chest.
“Oh, Reba. It’s you,” Barbra Jean panted,relieved. “You scared the bejesus out of me!”
“I scared you?” Reba asked incredulously.“What the hell are you doing in my bed?”