A/N: To write this story I was inspired by numerous things. One being the show Army Wives on Lifetime because my mom is obsessed with that show. I've only see a couple of episodes and some commercials. And another being the real experiences of people, who have dealt with this before. Okay so here I go! Oh and I'm not sure if I should make it a little one shot or continue it, please let me know what you think!

One night back in 1991. Reba and Brock lay silently in there bed, enjoying each other's presence. They had been married for 10 years now and had two beautiful daughters: Cheyenne and Kyra. Cheyenne resembled a lot to Brock, more like a female version of Brock. Kyra was much more like her mother, red headed, strong personality and the ability to speak her opinion. Brock had wanted a son. Reba thought they should be happy that God gave them two healthy girls, but she did long to have another boy running around. They continued to lay silently until Brock spoke up.

"Reba..."

"Yeah Brock?" she asked.

"Well I was thinkin' and well I think that... I think I'm gonna join the army."

The sound of this startled Reba. "The army? Why?" she thought to herself. "Wow." she said.

"Okay I know what you're thinking... but I feel as this is my calling, my destiny in life." he stated.

This infuriated Reba even more. "Your destiny in life?!" yelled Reba getting up from the bed and pacing the room. "As if this isn't enough for you? You've got two children and a wife, isn't that your destiny?"

"Reba...calm down." he said.

"NO! I am not going to calm down. How would you feel if I came up to you one day and felt that my destiny was somewhere else other than with my husband and two children." she yelled.

Brock remained silent. "Brock, I love you. Our kids love you, but we need you."

"And you'll still have me, we'll write to each other everyday. I'll respond to every single letter. I promise."

"But what if you fall in love with one of them army girls..."

"Reba, why would I need one of them, when I got you?"

Reba smiled. "Promise you'll respond to every single letter." she said.

"Yes, every single one."

The next few days were brutal for Reba, Kyra, and Cheyenne, while watching Brock pack and gather his things he was finally done. They watched as he and a couple of other guys helped load his stuff into the minibus.

"Alrighty that's about it." said Brock as he walked towards where they were standing.

"We'll miss you daddy." said Cheyenne as she and Kyra hugged him.

"We love you." said Kyra.

"I'll love and miss you too girls, but remember I'll write everyday." he paused and looked at Reba. "Why don't you girls go inside while I talk to mommy."

"Okay daddy. Byee."

"Bye sweetie."

"Reba, I know this is hard for you. But I'll write, I told you I promised."

"I know you will Brock." she said with tears in her eyes.

Brock gently wiped her tears away. "Hey don't cry, I love you."

"I love you too." she said.

He looked into her eyes and gave her a long passionate kiss; one to remember. They continued to kiss for what seemed eternity.

"Hart, lets go!" yelled a guy from the bus.

They pulled away from the kiss. "You better get going." she said as she adjusted his uniform.

"How do I look?" he asked.

'Very handsome. I 'd marry you...oh wait I already did."

Brock chuckled and gave her one last kiss as he started to walk towards the bus.

"Everyday?" she called out to him.

"Everysingle day." he responded.

And that's how it was day after day, year after year; every day.