The way he curled her hair around his finger when they were sitting on the couch watching the 10 o'clock news. How he carried her upstairs when she feel asleep or was just to tired to walk. All these things and more Reba missed about her ex-husband Brock. As she lie in bed thinking about the memories of their 20 year long marriage, she longed to be in his arms again. To smell his cologne after he got dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast for the family. She wanted to feel safe and loved, and knew Brock was just that for her.
Looking over at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it red 5:05 am. Reba silently scolded herself for waking up an hour before the alarm went off just like she had been doing the past few days. She reluctantly went into her bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. As she was turning the water on for her shower she heard a small knock on the bathroom door. "I'm about to get in the shower. Who is it?' "Umm mom I think I'm sick." Jake whispered through the door hoping his mother wouldn't be mad. "Ok honey just go lie down in my bed and I'll be there after I take a short shower." Reba told her son, trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
Reba quickly got dressed praying that Jake was feeling better and might be up to going to school. She hated seeing any of her children sick, but today was just not a good one for this to happen. Along with a meeting at work, Reba had three houses to look at today and a ton of paperwork to do. Slowly walking out of the bathroom in case Jake was asleep she walked over to her bed to find him curled in a ball sleeping like a baby. She bent down to feel his forehead to see if he had a temperature, and sure enough he was burning up. A frown formed on Reba's face for two reasons. 1) She was going to be way behind on work, since she had to stay home with Jake. 2) Jake was her baby and hated to see him sick and feeling miserable.
Now that Jake was settled in her bed, she had her regular morning routine to attend to. First thing was to make a strong pot of coffee cause Lord knows she needs it. Next was to make breakfast for herself and some dry toast for Jake. As she was doing the domestic duties the phone started ringing. "Hello" "Reba thank goodness you answered I need to talk to you. Can I come over?" "Barbara Jean when do you call before you come over? I guess why not, do you want me to make you breakfast?" "oh Reba that would be great! I would like two fried eggs, some bacon, a blueberry muffin and a tall class of orange juice." Barbara Jean said excitedly completely changing the tone of her voice from when she first called. Once Reba said goodbye to the annoying blonde she called her friend, she rolled her eyes knowing that she expected Reba to have her breakfast ready. Exactly two minutes after their conversation on the phone B.J came hustling through the door, as if she had just run in a marathon before coming over.
"Reba! You have no idea how happy I am to talk to you." "What's up Barbara Jean, I have a sick kid upstairs so make this snappy." When the toaster went off Reba handed her two pieces of toast with some eggs and a piece of bacon on a plate. As Barbara Jean began stuffing her food down Reba gave her a disgusting look and rolled her eyes, venturing back to washing the morning dishes. "So what do you need to talk to me about?" "Well, Reba it's big like super big." "Bigger than your eyes when you see something shiny?" Barbara Jean just started at Reba with a confused look. "Never mind just get on with it already and tell me what you need to please." "It's about me and Brock Reba."