Reba walked into the kitchen on Christmas Eve, only to find Brock sitting in the dark candle light. Reba turned off her flash light and approached Brock from behind. "Brock. What are you doing having a séance?" Reba sarcastically joked. She looked out the window. Thunder and rain hailed down hard as the wind blew.
Brock turned to see her standing beside her. "I was setting the mood to make a sandwich." Brock jokingly whispered. "Powers out" Thunder banged against the house making it seem to shake.
"Man its really pounding out there. " Reba said as she grasped her blue robe and walked over to the back door. "No wonder the powers out."
"Yeah I know. Thanks for letting us stay." He said. His eyes looked over her body, examining all of her curves.
"Yeah well the weather was to bad to let ya'll go back out there, even though I prayed to let lighting strike Barbara Jean." She walked back over to the kitchen counters and poured her a glass of eggnog.
"Reba, I was thinking." Brock said. "Christmas eve was always a great tradition," Reba gave him a nod of thanks. "Us putting the kids toys together."
"Us?" Reba questioned
"Well you put the presents, and me playing with the toys." The both had to laugh at the memories. He leaned over the counter and looked strait into her beautiful eyes. "Say do you remember Kyra's first Christmas?"
"How could I forget? She cried when she saw you dressed as Santa." She chuckled and looked into his hazel eyes. They both moved in slowly getting whisked away in the moment. Passionately their lips met reminding watch other of the wonderful times og the past.
They pulled apart only looking at one another not knowing what to say or do. Both of them numb from the sparks that flew. The only thing that brought them out fo their trance was the wimpier of Barbra Jean.
Basically a fluff but if you like it enough it might become a chapter story. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.
-Daydreamer101-