NOTES: My mother language it's not English and as this is not beta'd it might contain mistakes.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters.
Chapter 1
It was a lonely night, Van and Cheyenne had their own home now, Kyra had a meeting with her band and Jake was sleeping over at a friend's house. Reba found herself with an empty house. She always thought about this day but she always believed she'd have someone by her side.
Reba was seat down in the couch lost in her own thoughts when suddenly
"Hi honey!" Brock appeared from the kitchen
"BROCK!" You scared me!" Reba jumps from the couch
"Sorry, I didn't mean to …" He gets into the living room
"I know you didn't. But what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your wife?"
"My house is a little too empty and I knew the kids were out so I thought you'd may like some company …"
"Empty?! Since when living with Barbara Jeans is an empty house??"
"Since the moment she left…" Brock said it with a sad voice but at the same he was relieved.
"Oh! I'm sorry Brock … I didn't know…" Reba was surprised. BJ has never mentioned any problems with Brock.
"… and she took Henry with her…" he takes a deep breathe.
"Oh Brock…" she gives him a hug. She whispers softly to his ear "I'm where for whatever you need"
He was holding her tight; he just wanted to be holding her internally. He was confused he had always felt he could be himself around Reba, he had always felt happier around her. Reba didn't want to let him go too, she had always felt smiling and happy every time he'd be around.
They let go each other. They stayed staring at each other's eyes. Brock just wanted to hold her again but something wouldn't let him to.
"I have an idea!" Reba decided to break the silence.
"Alright… and what is it?" Brock stared at her wondering in what she was thinking.
"Cinema?"
"Are you sure? 'Cause it may sound like a date…"
"You moron!" Reba beats Brock's arm
"Ouch! I was kidding. I'd love go with you. Can I ask one thing before we leave?"
"Sure"
"Can I stay at your house? Until I found an apartment"
"Ya but you'll be sleeping at the couch"
"Thanks" he smiled.
They left the house. Brock drove to the cinema. He was behaving like a gentleman, he opened the door so Reba could get in, and he opened it again when they parked. They went to see a comedy. Brock needs to laugh, thought Reba. While walking into the cinema Brock hold Reba's hand, even thought he was afraid she would heat him but she hold it tight. Reba would smile when he wasn't looking but he could see that beautiful smile by corner of his eye and he'd smile as well. While watching the movie Reba found herself starring at Brock and holding his hand, she could feel her heart beat faster than ever.
"What am I thinking? He just got divorce. Barbara Jean is my best friend, I can't do this to her… but he was the one who hold my hand first... what it's wrong with me?"
"Reba, are you staying?"
Reba was so deeply lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice the movie was already over.
"humm… no" she look around, they were the only ones left at the room.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"You're staring to the space…"
"We better get going…"
Brock gave his hand to help her give up.
"Thank you"
"Anytime"
They were holdings hands again on their way to the car. Reba thanked Brock for opening the door for her.
"You can sleep at Cheyenne's room if you want to… I am only concern about your back"
"I will, thanks" Brock smiled.
Reba got ready to go to bed but she couldn't sleep. The only thing she could think it was the night that has just passed. She hadn't felt like this for a time. She couldn't help but smiling. She let the door open so Brock thought it'd be okay for him to get in.
"Goodnight honey"
Reba didn't notice him getting in, she was too busy thinking on those moments they have just shared.
"Reba…"
"hum… how did you get in!?" surprised to see Brock in her room. He hadn't been there in years but nothing has changed, not even the picture of their two.
"You left the door open so I thought it was okay for me to get in… I just wanted to wish you goodnight"
"Goodnight to you too"
Brock gave Reba a kiss on the cheek. She smiled. She tried not the blush but she did. She had been faking for all these years so why can't she fake now that he's by her side. Brock was leaving her room. He didn't let her know he had noticed her smile. He smiled too. He was happy, the happy he has ever been for a couple years.
"Brock…"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for tonight"
He smiled, his smile could say everything.
