A/N: I was watching the season 3 finale of REBA (enter duh here) and thought of changing the ending a bit… Hope you like it!

Ps. REBA is the BOMB!

"I do think I made a mistake," he confessed meeting her gaze.

Reba braced herself against the bench, steadying herself incase her pounding heart gave way. The words hung in the air like a bad odor.

"What?" she choked. He couldn't have seriously confessed that leaving Barbra Jean had been a mistake, could he?

"I said… I DO think I made a mistake," he confirmed, making sure this time she was aware of what he had had. He looked at her guiltily and reached a hand to brush her shoulder.

Reba shivered.

It hadn't felt that good in years. And she hadn't hated hugging him the day before, while it had been crazy, it had been familiar, it had felt safe. She could still remember the feeling she experienced when he'd wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, when she had entwined her hands in his thick curly hair. It had felt like nothing had changed, that the years of marriage, of friendship had not been destroyed by his infidelity, or by the presence of a new wife. But through one simple act of kindness, their relationship had been renewed.

Reba's head was spinning.

"How can you say that?" she asked slapping his arm. "Don't you remember what happens when you make ridiculous comments to women? THEY HAVE AN AFFAIR!" she shouted.

"This is different," he insisted.

"BULL!" she barked. "It's just like Bar- what about Barbra Jean?" she demanded.

This was WAY out of control.

Brock lowered his head, focusing on a mark on the sink.

"Brock," she pushed. "You can't do this AGAIN!"

"I'm not doing anything, Reba," he said. "I'm just telling you how I feel…"

"Well DON'T!" she shot back. "Keep it to yourself. Why does everything you think and feel have to come out? That's how you got in trouble in the first place!" she reminded him.

Reba ran a hand through her hair. "Brock, this is wrong!"

"I know, Reba," he agreed.

She sighed heavily.

"Let's not make any rash decisions without careful thought," she reasoned thinking of Barbra Jean and how devastated she had been at the mere thought of Brock leaving her like a hot potato. Reba had even grown to like the woman… for some reason. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her.

Brock's hand shot out again, this time brushing the soft delicate skin on Reba's cheek. Her eyes closed effortlessly as she drank in the feel of his touch. Darn it, no one else ever made her feel quite the way that he did. He was the only man who made her heart beat fast and slow at the same time.

"I miss you, Reba," he whispered.

Her eyes snapped open and she instantaneously threw herself back. "BROCK!" she warned.

"I'm sorry, but I can't keep lying to everyone."

"You don't just blurt stuff out," she cried throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "Don't you learn anything?"

"Don't you miss me?" he challenged.

She sighed heavily saying nothing.

"Do you?" he pushed.

She met his eyes.

"I don't miss what we used to be… we fought ALL the time, the kids were crazy and… it was chaos, Brock!"

"Do you miss me now?"

"Yes, Brock, I do miss you. But you married Barbra Jean. You didn't want me anymore."

"I was stupid," he made a brave move then and in one swift motion pulled at Reba's jacket and guided her into his arms. She hadn't the strength to fight him, and made no move to retract when he brushed his lips against hers.

Okay, I'd love a few reviews to tie me over until I post the next chapter… do you even want another chapter… I'm sorry I didn't hear you… can I get a WOO OOOOO?