I obviously don't own Reba (or Brock or the kids)

It started on a spring day. Reba and I had just had another fight. I have to admit that I was wrong but sometimes she can be so infuriating. She ignores me and that drives me crazy. Her explanation is when I'm being a "butt" she doesn't have to listen to my stupidity.

My eyes flew to some photo albums of us before all the problems began. It was a time when I was a part of the family I loved and we weren't competing. It was a time when we would talk problems out instead of trying to hurt each other. Well I take that back—instead of me trying to hurt her. No matter how much I deny it I know I was just being vindictive.

Having no other alternative and not wanting to sit around brewing I decided to go through the photo album. I turned it to the first page. Seeing that picture put a smile on my face and it also brought a tear to my eye. It was a picture of eight-year-old Cheyenne and four and ½ year old Kyra. They were both giggling.

"Reba have you seen my golf clubs," I asked her.

"Golf clubs," she said facing stupid, "you mean those things you play golf with"

"Yeah," I replied, "hence the name GOLF CLUBS"

"I'll tell you where they are," she said, "but it'll cost you a kiss"

"That's a price," I stated dipping and kissing her, "that I am more then willing to pay"

Sometime soon-there-after we heard giggling coming from my home office.

"Oh sweet creator," Reba said, "the girls are at it again"

From the sound of the giggling Reba was probably right. Three months before this the girls had discovered a little thing called the Nitrus-oxside machine when I accidentally dropped my key on the floor in plain view. The girls since then have been using it as their play-toy.

After I caught them playing with it I did something pretty stupid. Of course, it's me so that shouldn't surprise you, to quote Reba. I sat them down and explained the way it works.

"So for example," I told them, "Cheyenne you're 89 pounds so you O level would be right about here and your N level would be right about there"

"What about me daddy," Kyra said and I explained it to her then let them know that they shouldn't be playing around with the machine because it's for adults to control.

"It's like a car," I explained, "what would happen if I kid drove a car?"

"They would have fun daddy," Kyra said innocently.

"Yes they might have fun," I told her gently, "but if they don't know how to drive it they could get into a car accident"

"That would be bad"

"Yes it would be," I said, "so next time you girls want to go for a ride you just tell daddy and he'll take you without you having to drive"

Still, kids will be kids and time after time they forgot so I would simply sit them down and have another talk with them. Reba said I shouldn't have taught them how to do it in the first place and I should move my keys to another spot.

"I want them to be safe Reba," I explained, "if they're going to do something I want them to do it right"

"Don't you think," she started to argue one time and I cut her off with, "no"

"Why aren't I surprised," she teased

"I'll go talk with them," I told her

"Alright," she said, "I love you babe"

"Love you too," I said with a sigh. I was beginning to think I had to start getting a little tougher. Man when I walked into the office did I feel ashamed.

The girls weren't playing with the machine as I had thought. Instead they had painted my birthday card on my office wall. It was in the shape of a heart and read, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY. WE LOVE YOU. And it was signed Cheyenne and Kyra.

"Kyra made the picture," Cheyenne told me, "and I put in the words cause I'm a big kid"

"And I'm a little kid," Kyra added in proudly.

That was one of the few times I cried. I scooped them into my arms and hugged them after telling them how much I appreciated that and loved it. That was definitely a fun day,

I turned my attention to the next picture. It was after Reba and I had gotten divorced and way before we had gotten back together. Henry had been three days old. Reba and I were friends at the time, very good friends in fact when she called me up.

"Hello?"

"Brock, hi it's me"

"Me," I said playfully, "no I don't know anyone called me"

"Ha very cute," she said semi-annoyed, "listen I need you to do me a really big favor"

"Everything okay," I asked

"I need you to watch Jake today," she explained, "he just finished getting over a cold and the school won't let him back till he's been fever free for 24 hours.

"I have to go with Cheyenne to a doctor's appointment so could you watch him please," she asked

"I'd love to," I exclaimed

I came over Reba's house about 15 minutes later with Henry.

"Thank you so much," she said, "I owe you"

"Tell you what," I told her, "let's just forget the argument that we had the other day and we'll call it even"

"Dad," Jake said excitedly jumping into my arms

"Hey baby," I told him

"I'm not the baby anymore," he said motioning to Henry, "but speaking of which, could I hold him. Please with a pizza on top"

I laughed.

"With pizza on top, huh," I said, "sure I don't see why not"

I knew if BJ found out she would murder me in my sleep. She thought Jake was too little height wise. In fact she delighted in calling him "short stuff". It would piss him off, simultaneously pissing me off

"But," I added, "we need to keep it a secret"

"Why?"

"Because Jake," I explained, "if BJ found out she would get mad at me"

"Okay," he said, "we can keep it a secret"

"That's my boy"

The minute I placed Henry in Jake's arms he started to fuss. Jake soothed him by singing a song that Reba used to sing to him as a baby.

Midnight moonlight shining through the curtain lace

Paints a perfect picture on your perfect face

One sweet angel sleeping in my arms

You are the promise I knew GOD would keep

You are the gift that makes my world complete

And you'll never know how much I love you

But I'll keep telling you my whole life through

Now I believe in miracles and you're the reason why

So dream on while I sing you my angel's lullaby

As Jake sang and rocked Henry he fell asleep. Henry fell asleep that is—not Jake.

It was absolutely too precious. I just had to take a picture of that. Later that day BJ came in.

"Hey short stuff," she said to Jake

I was so proud of Jake. He looked at BJ and said, "you know BJ short people can do anything tall people can do and I just proved it"

"What do you mean cupcake?"

Jake didn't answer her. He just looked up at me and smiled.

"Well," BJ said, "that was rude of him"

Coming up next Brock's thoughts are inturprted by Reba and they 'make up'