Reba Hart hardly got time to herself, even though Cheyanne and Van moved out, Kyra almost always stays with her best friend during the summer, and Jake is with Van most of the time, therefore when she got time to herself she enjoyed it. There was one thing that was different than usual; Barbra Jean, her ex-husband's wife, the reason their marriage came crumbling down, was out of town visiting her father. This was not a concern to Reba because Barbra Jean insisted that the two of them were best friends, and this drove Reba insane. Maybe it wasn't the fact that Barbra Jean insisted that they were friends, but it was more because that was her ex-husbands mistress. Now why would she be best friends with her ex-husbands mistress?

The truth of the matter is that there was a part of Reba that was still in love with Brock. Although the divorce was finalized over six years ago, she wasn't able to throw away 20 years' worth of love. She would never admit her true feelings about her ex-husband, but sometimes she wondered if he questioned it when they were alone and started flirting some. They always flirted when they were together, that was just the type of relationship that they had.

The red head's peace was disrupted by a knock at the door. Who could that be, Reba thought to herself. Generally people just walk into her house, including Brock and Barbra Jean. The 47 year old slowly got off of her couch and headed to the door, not knowing that the person who was on the other side of the door was her ex-husband. Once she opened the door she laughed and then said, "Well there goes my relaxing time alone."

Brock gave her a cocky smirk and then dropped her remark. "So I just received some news from BJ. Um- she decided to carry on with the divorce because, as she puts it, she found a hunky man that made her realize what happiness was."

Brock didn't appear to be in distress like Reba thought, and even hoped, he would. Although there was a part of her that loved him dearly, she didn't mind seeing him go through the pain that he had put her through when he chose Barbra Jean over her. "What did you tell her?" Reba asked as she was really curious to what he had said.

"I told her that if that made her happy then to do it. I'm not going to keep her from her happiness, when in all honesty I'm not that happy either." Brock told his ex-wife has he entered her house and went over to the couch. Brock had been put on anti-depressants, but Reba had assumed that things were going better because he had previously talked about how he had slowly stopped using them. He might take one if he's in a down mood, but normally he's only taking one or two a month.

Reba sat next to him on the couch. "Well, Brock, you have to do what makes you happy. Why do you think I decided to file for divorce when you started being a gigantic butt?"

"I was not being a gigantic butt. I had to do what was right, or at least what I thought was right." Brock said as he looked at Reba. There was nothing special about the look that the two shared, but the only thing that Reba could think of was their marriage before Barbra Jean. They were happy and smiling. Jake even pointed that out one day when Brock had kidney stones and stayed with Reba while Barbra Jean was out of town.

Reba ignored the last part of what Brock had said and continued to talk. "You had an affair, got her pregnant, left me, and then had me make sure the divorce was finalized in time so you could get married to your mistress. Plus on top of that there was a time where you said that leaving me might have been a mistake. If that's not being a gigantic butt, then I don't know what is." Reba said as she scooted away from Brock some.

Brock knew that he had made a mistake by leaving Reba, and although he had tried to deny it for a while, recently that was all he could think about. "Reba, I know I've been a gigantic butt and an idiot and whatever else that you want to call me, but the truth is I did make a mistake. I wasn't happy with myself towards the end of our marriage and I screwed everything up by getting involved with Barbra Jean. I should have never done that and I'm sorry."

Brock's ex-wife was shocked to hear him say what he just had so she just sat there. Brock looked sincerely disappointed in himself with his head in his hands. Reba wasn't sure what to say, so she stood up and stormed into the kitchen leaving Brock to think about what he had just confessed. Brock sat on Reba's couch thinking about what to do next. He could either leave and pretend this never happened, or he could follow her and try to win her back, something he had thought about doing for the past couple months. He decides to follow what his heart is telling him to do and to go and try to get his ex-wife back.

When Reba saw that Brock was following her into the kitchen she looked at him. "You cannot come into my house and tell me that you made a mistake! You can say what you want at your house, although I won't take it, but this is not your house anymore, Brock! You lost that right six years ago!"

"I know I did Reba. I'm trying to be honest with myself and everyone else. I'm trying to do what makes me happy instead of doing what was right." Brock said as he slowly started walking towards Reba. This caught Reba off guard. There had been a few different times where Brock had decided to be honest with himself, and every time he admitted that leaving Reba for Barbra Jean was a mistake.

"Get out of my house Brock!" Reba said slamming down a spatula that she had beside the stove. Part of her was telling him to leave, but the other part wanted to beg him to stay. She didn't want him to leave. This was their chance to have a new start where they could focus just on them and not have to worry about raising kids.

Brock looked at his ex-wife and there was a sense of sadness in his eyes. He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay here with the beautiful red head lady that he was in love with. He walked over to Reba who was now pressed up against the counter by the stove. "Listen to me Reba. When we got in a divorce I thought that was what I wanted, but over the years I've found that I never have quit wanting to be with you."

"Brock you blew that chance when you had an affair. Even if it wasn't Barbra Jean you still wouldn't have a chance." Reba said as she started to turn away, but then she felt something warm touch her wrist as she turned around. Brock hadn't touched her like this in years, and in a way it brought hope and peace to Reba. Reba swallowed and Brock could tell that Reba was starting to be more vulnerable than she normally was.

"Reba, I realized that I still love you. Leaving you was the biggest mistake I have ever made because not only did I hurt my family, but I also hurt my best friend. The guilt of that haunts me every day." Reba had never heard Brock's voice this sincere before, but she was terrified of letting him come back into her life in that way and then get hurt again.

"Brock please. The last six years have been filled with pain, and I would like to live the rest of my life with as little as pain as possible." Reba said as her ex-husband still had a grip of her wrist. Reba was shocked that Brock was even fighting to keep her, because when they were separated he didn't try hardly at all.

"Reba, please listen to me. I hurt you, but by hurting you I've come to realize how my life is nonexistent without you. That's why I never had a problem coming over here, even when BJ was with me. When I would see you it's like everything that was going wrong in my life didn't matter even for a brief moment. I was able to talk to you, get your advice on something, and that made me miss our relationship even more. Please, Reba, give me another chance."

Reba looked at her ex-husband and tried not to think about what she was going to say. She wanted to be able to say the first thing that popped into her mind, but the first thing she thought about saying was yes, and that was the last thing she wanted to say out loud. She shook Brock's hand off of her wrist and walked to the table. "You can't just come into my house and say you still love me Brock! What if I don't feel the same?"

Brock walked to the other side of the island that was in the middle of Reba's kitchen, and leaned against a chair. "But what if you do still have feelings for me?"

Reba looked at Brock and then looked through the wall window and into the living room. Reba knew the answer to that, and she couldn't deny her true feelings. Brock then walked up behind Reba and softly placed his right hand on her upper right arm. Reba took a deep breath and turned towards the man that she used to, and still does, love. "I don't know Brock. We had a wonderful life with three beautiful kids and a nice house, but then you had to be an idiot and screw it up. Even if I do have feelings for you I don't know if I can put myself through the possibility of getting hurt like that again."

The two were pressed up against each other and all Brock could even think about doing was pressing his lips to his ex-wife's tender pink lips. Brock slowly moved his hand off of Reba's upper arm and placed it on her left side. "Reba I know I screwed things up once, but all I'm asking is for a second chance."

Reba could tell that Brock had changed from who he was when they split, but the reason she was so strong was because she kept her guard up and she wasn't sure if she was ready to let it down even a little. Brock looked at Reba, and before she was able to pull away she felt a sensation that she hadn't felt in years brush against her lips.

Reba couldn't believe what was happening, and neither could Brock. As much as Reba wanted to pull away, she couldn't. The sensation that she was getting was so rare that she didn't want it to stop. Although Reba had never remarried she did date her fair share of men, and she shared kisses with those men, but none of them gave her the feeling that Brock's did. This was a feeling she hadn't felt in over six years, and quite frankly this was a feeling she thought she would never feel again.

Instead of pulling away like she so desperately wanted to, Reba raised her arms and wrapped them around Brocks neck as his arms wrapped around her waist. The kiss got more passionate and lasted a few minutes. When Reba opened her eyes she found herself pressed up against the wall with Brock pressed against her with his eyes closed, and kissing her like he used to before they started having marriage issues.

Somehow Reba got the strength to pull away from Brock, and with shock on both of their faces they looked at each other. "Brock, I can't do this." She pushed him away and quickly walked through the kitchen into the living room, up the stairs and into her bedroom, which she once shared with the man she had just shared the most amazing kiss with. After she had shut her bedroom door she laid on her bed, knowing that for the second time today she had left her ex-husband in another room forcing him to think about what was going on.