In Therapy.

Summary: When Brock and Barbara Jean have to go in therapy to possibly save their marriage, Brock starts having doubts about their relationship. Hasn't he always been in love with another woman?
Note: Hi lovely readers! It's been a long time since I updated any of my stories, and it's been even longer since I wrote a Reba/Brock fic. I started this one a while ago, and decided today was the day to give y'all the prologue and the first chapter. I hope you'll enjoy, please let me know what you think of it! xx.

Prologue.

July 1981, Nashville, Tennessee.

Twenty-year old Reba McAlly sighed. Nashville hadn't at all been what she'd been hoping for when she got there about a month ago. Her plan had, in her opinion, been quite great. She'd fly out to Nashville for two months, got herself a job at a local bar and try to get some gigs while she was there too. Unfortunately, the audition season had just passed, which meant that singing in a bar wasn't going to happen. Unless someone called in sick by chance while she was standing there. Or she'd have to play her music on the street. That had not been her idea though, and thus far she'd been disappointed. She had found a job in a bar, but singing for an audience hadn't happen yet and that was what she had been hoping for so bad.

Her boss, Jerry O'Neil, hadn't exactly been a support either. The man was very nice and a good boss, but he'd also told her that her chances of getting a spot somewhere to sing were very slim. "Thousands of kids come here and believe they belong with the lucky few that get noticed by producers or influential people in the business. I ain't saying you're a bad singer 'cause you're not, but I just think it ain't gonna work for ya right now. You should go back home, to your family and to college." Reba knew he hadn't been trying to be mean at all, but his words had hurt her anyway. Yeah, he'd told her she was a good singer. But it stung to hear that the chances of her performing live on a stage were so tiny. She'd known it before, but she'd never wanted to see it. And now she had.

And that was why now, she was sitting near a pond, throwing stones in the water while the hot sun was burning on her skin. Good thing she'd been using some sunblock. As she said close to the water, she threw off her boots and rested her feet in the cool water as she sang softly. A little breeze came bye and Reba almost felt relaxed. Until she heard someone say: "What are you doing here by yourself?" As fast as Reba could, she spun around. She didn't immediately respond as she was taken a back by what she saw. Who she saw, actually. Quite tall guy, beautiful smile with straight, white teeth, biceps showing and a cowboy hat on his head.

June, 2010, Houston, Texas.

Reba woke up in a bath of sweat. And she hadn't even been having a bad dream. The dream she'd been having was one she'd had for a few days in a row now, and it scared her. She'd been dreaming about the very first time she'd seen Brock. And the feeling she had when she saw him the first time. Reba didn't know why it made her sweat so bad. As a matter of fact, she didn't even know why she was dreaming about Brock the way she did. It been years since she had. Deep inside, there was a little voice telling her what was different from the past years.

The difference was, that she and Brock had become complete and close friends over the years. They got pass their big differences, forgive each other's sins and move along. Reba thought it would've made things easier. She'd been so wrong. Loving a married man was something Reba'd never could, and she'd never wanted. But the feelings that she'd been hiding inside for years after her divorce, started to become unbearable. She never stopped loving Brock. She was aware of that. And apparently, one of the ways they came through, was in her dreams. Reba was glad the dreams hadn't been about more intimate details of their relationship. Nevertheless, Reba wanted them to go away. Both Brock and Barbra Jean came over regularly, though now a days, usually separated. How was she able to face either one of them while dreaming such things? She and Brock couldn't be in a relationship again. Those days were long gone, and Reba knew it.