"What do you want me to do, Reba?" The blonde haired, blue eyed, tan skinned man asked his ex-wife as she stood on the other side of the living room. Yes, Brock Hart hated to see his ex-wife like this, but there was nothing he could do. He was lucky that he had a close relationship with his ex, and that she was still his best friend, but it would have been a complete like for him to say that he wasn't scared to tell Reba about what was going on.

The redhead stood with her mouth slightly dropped as she glared at the man. "You can tell me that you're lying. That this isn't true."

There was no way that the man could do that. It would have been a complete lie, and he promised himself a long time ago that he was going to be truthful with everyone, especially Reba, no matter how hard it was. "You and I both know that if I said that it wouldn't be the truth. All I can tell you is that the two of us did our best. We tried to make our relationship work but it didn't and when we realized it was never going to work between us we knew what we had to do, for the sake of Henry."

"And she just packed her things and left? That was it? No more fighting? Just off to Arkansa for that job offer that the weather station offered her half a year ago?" Reba couldn't believe the words that were leaving her ex-husband's mouth and entering her ears. Any other ex-wife would be glad to hear that the marriage of her ex-husband and his mistress had failed, but a couple of years after her divorce with Brock, Reba had become one of Brock and Barbra Jean's biggest supporters. Any time Brock and Barbra Jean were having issues in their marriage, Reba was the one to try her hardest to get the two to work it out.

Brock simply shook his head no as he stared at Reba. He couldn't help but to wonder what was going on in her mind. She would over think things and she always felt like she had to fix everyone's problems, but she always meant well. There was never a moment that Reba did something where she didn't mean well while doing it. This was the woman who during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina took in an entire family, easily over twenty people, into her home which already had five people living in the three bedroom house. "After we agreed to get a divorce she packed her things, came over here and told you goodbye, and then left."

Reality seemed to finally sink in for Reba. Barbra Jean, a woman that she had loathed but quickly became her best friend, had moved to a different state. There was no telling what Reba's life was going to be like without the unannounced visits from Barbra Jean. "I didn't realize she was actually leaving! I thought she was just being her dramatic self and that she would be back that night!"

"She called me last night to tell me that she had made it to Arkansas safely, and wanted to know how Henry was doing." Reba's reasoning behind not believing Barbra Jean made perfect sense, however Barbra Jean was serious this time. She wasn't being her dramatic self that she had a tendency to be.

Reba walked to the couch slowly before she sat down and tried to comprehend what Brock had told her. "What are y'all going to do about Henry? I know what it's like to go through a divorce and have kids together; you do too. How is that going to work with Barbra Jean in Arkansas and you here in Houston?"

As he shrugged his shoulders, the man looked at the redhead. "We're going to find a way. She'll come down here and visit, we'll go up there and visit, it'll work out."

"If you or Henry need anything you know I'm always here." By this time Brock was sitting next to her and she had pulled him into a hug.

Strawberries; that's what her hair smelled like from her shower that morning. Her hair was soft and he didn't mind having it in his face. "I really appreciate it."

For a moment it was as if everything was okay in the world because he had Reba in his arms. The feeling that he felt towards Reba was wrong but he couldn't deny that the feelings he felt towards her were real, and they never fully went away when they divorced. Brock had simply grown love for another woman and pushed his feelings for Reba aside because he knew that their marriage was dead.

"Where's Henry right now?" Reba asked trying to change the subject.

Brock slowly let go of Reba, not really wanting to. If he could simply keep her in his arms the rest of his life he would be satisfied, but he knew that he was the one that had messed that up years ago. "He's at the house with Kyra. She's been trying to help me out more since everything happened."

All Reba could do was smile at what Brock had said about their middle child. "She really has grown into an amazing young woman."

In complete agreement, Brock smiled. "I have you to thank for that."

"It wasn't just me, Brock," Reba looked at Brock. Their life during the end of their marriage was filled with fighting. It was filled with days where Reba was home with the kids while Brock was at his dental practice, or at the golf course.

As she stared in his blue eyes, Reba knew Brock still hated himself for what had happened. "You were the one who raised our kids. I stayed at work or the golf course and made decisions that destroyed our family and our lives while you stayed home and raised our children."

"You've always been a good father, Brock. No one can ever take that away from you," Reba explained as she hoped he would believe her. Yes, the man had made decisions that in return would flip his and his loved ones lives upside down, but he was a damn good father.

Another word wasn't spoken from Brock. Instead he wrapped his arms around his ex-wife again. It meant the world to him to hear that she thought he was a good father. He knew he had flaws, but to know that Reba thought he wasn't a complete failure made him smile. "I don't understand you Reba."

Shocked, Reba quickly pulled away from Brock and stared at him. "What the hell does that mean?"

"You know as well as I do that you've always been the one taking care of our children. Looking back I feel like the majority of all of their childhoods I was at the golf course or work. Things got tough between us so I did what I could to avoid our problems, only to miss out on my kids lives." Brock was being brutally honest with himself, something he had been trying to do since he had started therapy three years ago.

'God, this man amazes me sometimes,' Reba thought to herself while she stared at him. "You were a good father Brock; you are a good father. I know you distanced yourself from me and it caused trouble with the kids, but you were always there for them. You always took the time to make sure you were taking them out as siblings and then individually as well. Being a husband might not have been your strong point towards the end, but you were always an amazing father. And if you need any help with Henry you know I'm here."

Was it wrong for Brock to feel himself falling for her again; after all, he was getting a divorce with Barbra Jean. However, Reba was his ex-wife and maybe that wasn't what either of them needed at the moment. He simply wanted to know if Reba was feeling the spark too, but figuring it out was difficult and to Brock it wasn't worth risking the friendship that they had; not now at least. Maybe there would come a day, and Brock prayed it would be sooner than later, where he would find out if she felt the same. For now he was content with the friendship they shared.