Chapter 1

After the family decides to go on a trip to Hawaii, will memories and feelings resurface for Brock and Reba?

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"Jake honey, get those bags over there, will you?" Reba asked while tossing her travel pillow over to Brock, who was combing his hair neatly to the side. He just stood there, not realizing that she even said anything, let alone thrown something at him.

Sighing, she tried to bend down and pick the pillow back up, since it just bounced off of an oblivious Brock. She could barely raise her arms, in fear she would drop all of the bags tucked insecurely under them. "BROCK!"

Brock turned towards her abruptly, dropping the comb as he did so. "What! What'd I do?" He stuck his hands out in front of him, just in case she was planning to throw a punch his way.

"Help, would you? This was your idea!" She stomped over to him and shoved some of Cheyenne's bags into his arms. "Oh yeah, don't forget Jake's puke bucket. He'll be riding with you, by the way." Reba smirked and went to gather the rest of the kids.

Brock huffed and pouted as he collected the things Reba had either thrown at him, or listed for him to find.

Reba rummaged through her drawers, throwing together last minute things she thought she'd need for the trip. She still couldn't believe she was actually going to Hawaii with all of the family. That meant Brock, Henry, and of course, Barbra Jean. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she pulled out the bikini Cheyenne almost had to force her to buy. She actually had to buy a few since they would be staying the whole week. If she absolutely had to choose her favorite, it was the baby blue. They were all a bit too low waisted for her liking, but she had to get the bathing suits on short notice, leaving no time to wander around the whole store. She held the risque bikinis over her body one last time in the mirror before cramming them in her suitcase too.

She glanced at her cell phone to check the time and nearly shrieked. "Guys! We have to go, NOW!" She shouted downstairs as she zipped up her bags and tossed them over her shoulder.

Everyone huddled together in the living room, ready to depart.

"Okay, does everyone have their passports, suitcases, and any essentials for the plane trip?" Reba spoke loudly to break the murmur amongst the family.

"Yes officer Hart," Barbra Jean snickered and waved her passport around for everyone to see.

Reba rolled her eyes and wheeled her suitcase towards the door. "Alright, Jake, Kyra, and Henry, you three will be riding with Brock and Barbra Jean to the airport. Elizabeth, Van, Cheyenne, you guys will be coming with me." Everyone nodded in approval and loaded the cars up.

It wasn't long until they had arrived at the airport. There were people everywhere and Reba informed the family to find seats while she went to check on their departure time.

She ran a hand through her hair as she looked up and saw the huge red letters reading departure-10 A.M., which meant they would arrive somewhere between nine and ten o'clock at night. This was too stressful for her; hopefully once they got there, Brock would have everything sorted out, leaving her to be worry free. She knew Barbra Jean couldn't handle anything more preponderant than bakery sales and beanie baby conventions, so she didn't even ask.

Reba sighed once again, before making her way back to the Hart clan. "We'll be leaving in about an hour or so," she announced loudly for her family to hear. They merely nodded and resumed talking, playing games, or listening to music. Reba flopped down in the only vacant seat, next to Brock.

"Tired?" Brock asked and chuckled as he straightened up more to face Reba.

She groaned in response and tried massaging the back of her neck to release tension. Brock smiled and leaned as close as the chair's arms would allow. "Here, let me," he started to replace Reba's hands with his, but she leaned backwards in protest.

"Come on Red, we both know I have magic hands." He smirked and quickly started massaging her shoulder blades, before she could object. He didn't even give it a second thought as to why he was doing a mental victory dance because he got to massage his ex-wife's neck. That wasn't normal, was it? He shook the thought away and started rotating his thumbs, deepening the pressure on her skin and muscles. He was rewarded with a slight moan on Reba's part. Again, he did a little mental victory dance.

Little did he know, Reba was relishing this moment as well. Barbra Jean was dead to the world in sleep mode, Van and Cheyenne were arguing over something dumb as usual, with Elizabeth bouncing on Cheyenne's knee, Jake was playing his gameboy, Henry lay fast asleep in BJ's lap, and Kyra was listening to music loud enough for everyone in the airport to hear. Mind you, she had her ear buds in, but they didn't really make a difference. Instead of worrying what the others would think or say, Reba closed her eyes and eased more into Brock's massaging lullaby.

Brock was working his way up and down her neck when he hit a tense spot. Reba's head rolled back a bit in response and she slipped out a quiet moan, only loud enough for Brock to hear, but it was as loud as a siren for him.

Reba swallowed the little lump forming in her throat and resumed her former position, ignoring the fact that she probably just brought up more than one memory of an occasion that started with these exact movements and moans that led to something else.

Brock silently chuckled and eased up on the pressure to her skin. She was so small and dainty, he couldn't help but think how fragile she really was. He also couldn't help but think how familiar this was; her soft baby skin under his slightly calloused hands. The combination was erotic.

Just as they were falling back into each others embrace again, they heard Barbra Jean stirring beside them and instinctively backed away from each other. An oblivious Barbra Jean yawned and stretched her arms out, nearly punching Brock in the face.

"Oh sweetie! I'm sorry!" Barbra Jean cried when she saw red forming around Brock's cheek bone. Brock assured her it was okay, before turning to Reba to receive her oh so famous deep throat laugh. Brock sighed in defeat between the two women and glanced up to the huge billboard to find Hawaii. When he did, he was satisfied to know they only had a few minutes until it was time to leave.

"Everyone get your bags and things together, we'll be going through the gate soon." The family stood and prepared to find their gate. Once everyone was out of earshot, Brock stepped closer to Reba. "How's that tension now?"

Reba arched an eyebrow while slinging a bag over her shoulder. "You really did the job Mr. Magic Hands." Reba smirked seductively and rolled her eyes to notify him she was just kidding around.

Brock puffed out his chest proudly and a took a bag from her hands. "Allow me," he said with his head held higher than usual. Reba just rolled her eyes and followed everyone to the gate.

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The whole family, along with many other passengers filed into the plane with only a portion of their luggage, except Cheyenne, who decided almost every bag was vital to have with her.

Van and Cheyenne claimed a seat more upfront, while Kyra and Jake sat closer to the back, since Jake didn't have such an iron stomach during plane and car rides. Henry and Elizabeth had to sit right across from Van and Cheyenne so they were closely watched. Barbra Jean and Brock searched for the perfect seat pair around the middle of the plane. When they found it, they stared at each other and then to the isle seat. It was like two lions fighting over a baby gazel, but Barbra Jean beat him to it, of course.

"Oh come on Barbra Jean, you know I hate the window seat. It makes me sick!" Brock whined. Reba chuckled as she watched the two of them argue. Her humor deflated rather quickly when she realized most everyone had taken their seat and she was left with the seat across from Brock and Barbra Jean. She sighed as she sat down next to the window; she didn't mind the window, she enjoyed it actually. Watching the clouds as they flew by gave her a peaceful feeling. Her head shot up when she heard her name being mentioned between Brock and BJ.

"Well why don't you go sit beside Reba!? Her isle seat is available Brock!" Barbra Jean pursed her lips threateningly.

Brock threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine! I will!" He picked up all of his things and moved across the isle. Barbra Jean smiled contently as she settled into her spot. She set all of her belongings into the vacant seat next to her and closed her eyes, almost immediately falling asleep.

Reba scoffed as Brock plopped down next to her. "This is going to be one long plane ride," she mumbled under her breath.

Brock watched as Reba smiled at the passing clouds. "You always did love the window seat didn't you?" He asked knowingly. Reba turned her head to him and nodded, her smile still present. "And being in planes, so high up." Reba nodded again, turning back to face the window, not knowing where he was taking this conversation. "You especially liked being high up last trip to Hawaii. When we joined the mile hi-" Reba snapped her neck around and covered his mouth before he could finish his sentence.

"Shut up, I don't want you ruining this trip before we even get there." Reba crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her seat.

Brock gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but we do have some pretty good memories about Hawaii. I can't help but think about them since we're going back." He shrugged and handed her a travel size pillow for her neck.

Reba accepted the pillow and tucked it securely behind her head. "Yeah, well you don't get to think about those memories since your wife is right across the isle." She pointed to Barbra Jean, whose mouth was open and snores could be heard from the cockpit of the plane.

Brock chuckled and draped a blanket across her lap. "You've been stressing too much Reba. Vacations are meant to relax. Why don't you start by taking a long nap? We've got nothing else to do and you and I both know, with the whole family here, you won't get anymore sleep this entire week."

Reba sighed and nodded tiredly. "Okay, I guess it would be a good idea." She leaned back in her seat a little more and closed her eyes, welcoming the sleep that was to come.

Brock waited until he heard her breathing even out before he looked at her. She was stunning; her fair skin that, if the light hit just right, showed her tiny galaxies of freckles, and her exotic red hair, that on many occasions, he was able to smell. It smelt of sweet strawberries and lemons, that clashed together in an indescribable aroma. He wanted so bad to smell her hair again, but if Barbra Jean were to wake up, how would he explain that one? Her soft pink lips seemed to be calling his name and taunting him as he focused in on them.

His breath caught in his throat when her head shifted and it slid slowly across the seat and onto his shoulder. Now this, this was a familiar feeling he missed. He didn't care that after a while, his shoulder would ache a bit, he never did. He was almost scared to move in fear she would move away from him or wake up. This moment was perfect, and he didn't want anything to ruin it.


Chapter 1

Chapter 2 coming soon.

I realized after I had written a good portion of the story, that I totally forgot about Cheyenne's being pregnant with her second child. Oh well, that's one plus of a fanfic, right? So in this story, she and Van only have Elizabeth and Cheyenne is not pregnant. ;p