Brock was sitting at the kitchen table of his home in Houston, Texas. He was just recently out of dental school. It took him six years and the support of his loving wife Reba to get there. She paid for him to go to dental school. He was just starting up his own practice there in Houston. As well as business, Brock and Reba had nine wonderful years together so far and two beautiful daughters. Cheyenne (A/N: middle name?) was six and Kyra Eleanor was just a few months old. They were definitely Brock's pride and joy. They were right. If you have more than one child, one will favor one parent and another will be like the other parent. Cheyenne was more laid back and casual like Brock even at her young age; but Kyra is feisty and stubborn like her mom. Extremely believable since Kyra was born with that fiery red hair just like Reba's. Reba walked into the kitchen carrying Kyra. Brock looked up at her.
"Hi Reba." He stood up and kissed her cheek. Then he kissed the top of Kyra's head. "Good morning Kyra." He smiled. Reba looked at him, but wasn't smiling. She bounced Kyra to a more comfortable spot.
"Brock, I have to talk to you." Reba said.
"Oh boy. Alright, tell me. What's the matter?" Brock asked. Reba sighed.
"You are going to want to sit down." Reba stated. With that Brock sat. He knew if she said that it couldn't be good news. She sighed again.
"Just spit it out Reba. What's the problem?" He asked looking at her. His hands were getting clammy. Reba never usually acted this way. She sighed one more time and he groaned. "Would you just get on with it?"
"Okay." Reba took in a deep breath and Brock picked up his cup of coffee off the table. "I think we should go see Terry." Brock spewed coffee out of his mouth across the kitchen floor. It burnt his tongue like it was on fire.
"You think we should what?" Brock questioned looking at her.
"I think we should go see Terry." Reba replied.
"Terry hates us. Do you have any idea what he would do to us if we just show up out of the blue?" Brock asked. Reba looked down at the ground.
"Well, it wouldn't exactly be out of the blue." Reba said quietly. Brock stood up slowly and walked over to his wife.
"It wouldn't?" He smiled. "What do you mean Reba?" For a minute she couldn't look at him. Finally she did.
"I talked to Terry's answering machine yesterday. I said that we might be coming." Brock groaned.
"You warned the enemy a head of time?" Brock got upset. "Maybe you should have been there for the Germans in World War II; maybe then we could have caught them sooner!" Brock exclaimed.
"Don't you holler at me!" Reba hollered and glared at him. Brock looked at Kyra.
"I'm sorry Reba. But Terry doesn't like us. He kicked us out. He fired you. I can only imagine what he would do now because we would be asking for more." Brock stated.
"I've planned for us to take Cheyenne and Kyra with us." Reba looked into his eyes.
"He can't hurt us when we have Kyra and Cheyenne could he?" Reba asked. Brock shrugged.
"I don't know Reba. I don't know him anymore. It's been ten years since we even saw him and we were drifting apart long before that." Brock said. Reba nodded.
"I know, I think that's why we need to go see him. We need to mend some fences. It's been ten years. I think he'll understand." Reba stated. Brock looked at her.
"What did he say when you talked to him?" He asked her. She sat on the bed and looked at Kyra and kissed her forehead.
"I didn't exactly talk to Terry." Reba replied quietly.
"Oh that's just great. We are going to see a man who hates us, who doesn't even know we're coming!" Brock exclaimed. Reba looked at him.
"I think it will give us all some piece of mind Brock if we just go and talk things through." Reba said. Brock looked at her.
"I want you to know right now that I think it's a bad idea; but if you think it will be good then I say let's go." Brock said and Reba smiled.
