It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words - it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
"Reba, honey is that you?" Brock's voice rasped out softly as he slowly arose from his king sized bed, looking over his shoulder at his sleeping wife.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have called." She mumbled, a sniffle following her hoarse voice, signifying to Brock that she'd been crying.
"Honey, have you been crying?" He inquired softly, worry etched in his quiet voice.
"Give me a sec." He pleaded again softly, before she had the chance to respond, as he grabbed his work slacks from the floor, pulling them on, and quickly tiptoeing to the bedroom door, opening it just a crack before pausing as the creaky door made Barbara Jean stir beside him. His breath hitched in his throat before he clenched his eyes shut and quickly pushed the door open the rest of the way, sighing in gratitude when it made no extra noises.
"Reba?" He whispered back into his cell phone, praying she hadn't hung up.
"Still here." She stuttered, her voice still trembling.
"Darlin' what is it?" He questioned, his whisper turning into a low tone once he'd began to make his way to his dark kitchen, the white curtains billowing from the wind that entered in from the ajar window.
"I just...
"Had to hear your voice." She confessed sheepishly, her sniffles becoming fewer. He clutched his cell phone a bit tighter, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips from her confession.
"You did huh?" He tested in question. What he wouldn't give to hear her say it again.
"Yes Brock, I missed you." She repeated, a little more sure of herself this time. His eyes sparkled at the sincerity in her voice, they'd been divorced six years, and yet the needy tone in her voice was enough to drive him to his knees. His stomach tightened as he thought about his name dancing off her sweet lips. How he missed her. How he missed being needed by her.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come over tonight." He continued with a sad sigh.
"Me too." She quickly agreed as she let out a huff of pent up air, matching his own.
"Is Thayer there?" He questioned after a moment of silence, his cheeks becoming flushed.
"Yes." She answered quietly, causing his nostrils to flare.
"I thought-"
"It doesn't matter." She quickly interrupted, she wasn't in the mood for starting a fight at two o'clock in the morning.
"Why'd you call Reba?" He finally questioned in defeat, his tired state evident in his voice.
"Why don't you come to the back door and find out?" She said sternly, causing his sluggish disposition to immediately perk up.
"Say what?" He questioned apprehensively, as he slowly made his way through the dark to his kitchen door. Opening it up slowly, there in the dark stood his redhead, a thin wool sweater rested on her shoulders in an attempt to shield her from the cool wind. The navy silk nightgown underneath hardly covering past her bottom.
"I told you I missed you." She said, raising her eyebrow seductively, as he wasted no time, grabbing her small frame, and pulling her into his arms.
"Then it's a good thing I was craving the lips of an angel." He said as his teeth latched lightly to her bottom lip before he captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
*Three Months Earlier*