CHAPTER ONE

The day was cold and rainy. Reba was staying at home enjoy the little time she had for herself. Kyra had band practice and Jake was passing some time with Van. Reba lied down at the couch thinking about the old times when the children would be around the Christmas tree trying to help decorate it and Brock was there. She closed her eyes and let a tear fall. She missed it; when the kids would be there to help with the tree, when Brock was there to help with the tree. A track of tears rolled down as all those memories came back to her.

What am I thinking? It's over. Gone, gone, gone! - Reba said it to herself.

She got up and went to the garage to look for the old tree she couldn't stop thinking about.

Where are you? - said Reba to herself

Time went by and she still hadn't found the Christmas tree, when she heard someone behind her.

What are you looking for?

Reba jumped. She wasn't expecting anyone to be at home so soon and she wasn't expecting him at all. She turned around and stared at him.

What are you looking for? - Brock asked once again

mhhmm… oh, the Christmas tree

It's right there - said Brock pointing to it

Not that one… the older one - mumbled Reba

Oh the one you put on trash? - said Brock a little confused

I had forgotten about that. I was thinking… - whispered Reba - I guess, I'm stuck with this one - said Reba a little louder this time

Brock pretended he didn't hear what she said before. Reba went to pick up the Christmas tree. But it was a little heavy and she couldn't get by herself.

Want some help? - said Brock with his hands already on the Christmas tree box.

Thanks - mumbled Reba. She felt a shiver in the spine and her heart raced when she felt his hands on hers. She was cut of her thinking by the man in her mind.

Shall we go?

hmm? Yeah, sure

Where do you want me to put it?

At the living room

They walked back home, with Reba in the front to open the door. Brock got in putting the tree exactly at the same place it used to be.

You still remember… - said a Reba a little louder than she thought

There are things you never forget - answered Brock with his eyes locked on hers.

Reba smiled and an awkward silence stood between them.

So… what are you doing here?

Oh... I came by to see if Jake wanted to hang out but I guess is not home…

You're right. He's spending the day with Van. What about Henry? Why don't you go out with him?

He's passing this Christmas with BJ… - said Brock with sadness in his voice.

Ever since the divorce he hasn't seen Henry that much. It wasn't like when he divorced Reba, they were living in the same town, just a few houses away from each other. But Barbra Jean had accepted the offer job at Little Rock and they had agreed the best thing was for him to stay with his mother.

I should better leave…

No, Brock stay. I'm gonna need help with the Christmas tree - suggested Reba.

Brock stared at her wondering if what he heard was right. The woman who'd thrown him out some many times was asking him to stay.

Ever since Brock divorced Barbra Jean she has been spending more time with him. And with the kids spending more time out then at home she has been calling him every other day. His touch would give her chills and his embrace would calm her down. Could she be falling for him all over again?

Wouldn't you rather do it with the kids?

They are too grown up now. All they care about are videogames, dresses and guitars.

Brock laughed at her comment. For some reason his smile made her feel comfortable.

They spend the afternoon around the Christmas tree. Between laughs and smiles, they decorated it.

Reba, do you remember that Christmas when we left the kids with your parents and had our own little Christmas?

How could I forget? It was Hawaii!

I still remember the flight… - said Brock with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

FLASHBACK:

Reba and Brock had decided to have their own little Christmas. They left their children with Reba's parents, Helen and JV. They catch the plane with destination Hawaii. During the flight Reba started felling shivers up and down her spine and a mix of hot and cold. She started to unbutton her blouse. Reba, honey, what are you doing? asked Brock surprised by his wife's action. It's hot! answered Reba. Darlin' you are hot! said Brock with a mischievous smile. Reba suddenly had a crazy idea and she started moving her hand up and down Brock's inner thigh. Getting closer and closer to his… Reba, honey, stop it. There're people here whispered Brock breathless. So? replied Reba putting her hand on top of his, bringing it to her thigh to show him what she wanted. It didn't take too long for his jeans to become too tight. Reba… called Brock. But she insisted and this time she brought his hand to her clit. Brock grabbed the pillow next to him and put it on the top of his jeans. Reba laughed before whispering to him in a husky voice Meet me at the bathroom.

END OF FLASHBACK

Reba's cheek turned into a mix of red shades and Brock's mischievous smile only grew bigger.