"Mom, I'm home!" Jake greeted his mom as he came in the back door.

"Hi, honey, how was school?" Reba asked her son.

"It was good. We got a really cool assignment in our English class today."

"An cool assignment, huh? I don't remember the last time you came home from school with an assignment you were excited about," Reba joked.

"Yeah well this one doesn't really relate to school."

Reba rolled her eyes at Jake and nodded. "Alright, well what is it?"

"We're doing a family tree project. We have to do research about our family members. You know, find pictures, do interviews, and write an essay about it."

"That sounds really interesting Jake!" Reba was happy that he was actually looking forward to doing this assignment.

"Yeah," Jake replied. "The first part of the assignment is due tomorrow. We have to bring at least five pictures in of our immediate family. I have a bunch of pictures in my room, but do you think you could find a picture of you and Dad?"

"A picture of your Dad and I? Together?" Reba asked.

"Yes, together," Jake rolled his eyes at his mom. "Obviously I'll mention in the essay that you're divorced but I really want at least one picture of you guys together."

"Sure, Jake. I'll find one for ya."

"Thanks Mom," Jake smiled as he ran upstairs to find pictures.

Reba wasn't too thrilled about this little project she got herself into. Looking through old photo albums filled with pictures of her and Brock wasn't exactly her idea of fun.

Oh well, I told Jake I'd do this for him, she thought.

She went over by the dining room table to the shelf where all the albums were. She chose one from the year 1983, the year she and Brock had gotten married. She sat on the step behind the couch and began looking through the photo album. The first few pages were filled with pictures taken at their wedding.

Reba thought of the humor of picking a wedding picture, but decided against it. Too ironic, she thought.

She turned the page and surprisingly found herself reminiscing. The pictures that caught her eye were taken during their vacation in Hawaii later the same year. She smiled as she saw Brock asleep in a chair under a tree, a beer by his side.

This is the trip I found out I was pregnant with Cheyenne, Reba thought. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear none other than Brock come in the back door. He walked into the living room and noticed Reba sitting on the step.

"Hey Reba."

Her head snapped up and she jumped a mile. "Brock! My god, you scared me!" She laughed a little realizing how into the pictures she was.

"Sorry," Brock said, smiling. "What are you looking at?"

"Well Jake has a family tree project for school and he asked me to find a picture of the two of us he can use," she explained.

"Oh," Brock nodded. "You mind if I look with you?"

"You really don't have anything better to do?" Reba asked, giving him a look.

"Well I was gonna see if Jake wanted to hang out, but I wouldn't mind a little blast from the past," Brock said. "Unless you want me to leave," he added, trying to make Reba feel bad.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind," she replied, sighing.

Brock took a seat next to her on the step and immediately started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Look at your hair!" He said, trying to hold back his laugh. "You look like a red poodle!"

"You have the nerve to make fun of my hair?!" Reba shot back. "Ladies and gentlemen, the mullet lives on!" she announced, referring to Brock's "business in the front, party in the back" hairdo.

"Oh come on, it was the 80s! Mullets were in their prime!" Brock argued.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night Brock," Reba replied, laughing. She turned the page and they both reached for the same picture, but Reba moved her hand when Brock's hand was slightly covering hers.

"I think you should give this one to Jake to use," Brock said. He pulled it out of the sleeve and handed it to Reba. It was a beautiful picture of them. They were at a fancy restaurant and they had gotten their waiter to take the picture. Reba was wearing a black dress and Brock was wearing a suit. They were sitting at the table and each had a glass of wine in front of them.

"You do remember why we went out that night, right?" Reba asked Brock quietly.

"Of course I do," he answered. "You had just told me we were having a baby."

Reba looked at the picture again and nodded.

"That was one of the happiest days of my life," Brock added in almost a whisper. He looked over at Reba who was still looking at the picture. She took her eyes off of it and stared into his piercing blue eyes.

"You know," she started, breaking the trance, "I actually have a few errands to run, but you can stay and hang out with Jake if you want."

"Yeah, OK, I will," Brock said.

Reba quickly walked into the kitchen, put the picture on the table, grabbed her purse and left. Brock decided to stay for a while, but he wasn't hanging out with Jake. He spent the next half hour looking at the rest of the pictures in the album. He felt a little upset that Reba had kept all the old pictures of them and Brock was left with nothing. He went back to the page that had the picture they had chosen. There was another picture on the same page that was almost identical to it, and it was a double. All Brock wanted was to look at a picture and be able to reminisce about some of the times he and Reba shared. No one will miss this picture, he thought as he took it out of the sleeve, put it in his back pocket, returned the album to the shelf, and left.