Another story! Yay! I have had this chapter done for a while; I just have not gotten around to putting it up. Just some prologue action: Brock and Barbara jean are divorced. And, I put Reba's birthday in here…December 12th right? Read and Review.

The first snow had fallen, and it was breath taking. Snow was rare in Huston, so when it did fall, it was cherished. Snow was meant to be beautiful, light, whimsical, magical and innocent. For Reba, though, it meant one thing…Christmas. Another Christmas that she would not get what she so hopelessly wished for.

It was December 11th, and her children had already begun to countdown the days until Christmas.

"Hello my sweet Elizabeth." She cooed at the sight of her adorable grand daughter. "Would you like to bake Christmas cookies with grandma?"

"Yeah!" the little girl shouted joyfully, running into the kitchen. Reba laughed as she followed her.

"Reba!" Brock barged in some time later, as usual, but stopped himself when he saw Reba and Elizabeth. He chuckled. "You have a little something on your nose." He said, gesturing to his own nose.

Reba giggled. "Yeah, Elizabeth and I had a flour fight." They both smiled at the mention of their grand daughter.

"I won!" Elizabeth exclaimed excitedly, which made both adults laugh quietly.

"Okay sweetheart. The cookies are going into the oven. Let's get you cleaned up before mommy gets home."

The helpful child ran upstairs to get her bath, leaving Brock and Reba alone in the kitchen.

'She is a precious little girl.' Reba said in a dazed voice, staring at the spot Elizabeth had occupied.

"She sure is." Brock agreed. "She reminds me a lot of Cheyenne." They both smiled at the fond memories.

Quickly Reba snapped out of it, before she could get too immersed in wonderful memories. "So, what do you need?" her voice brought Brock out of his thoughts as well.

"Oh, I just came over to see what you wanted for your birthday."

"A day before? Aren't you just Mr. Organization over here?" she asked, her voice full of sarcasm. Reba thought for a moment. There was no way she could tell him what she really wanted. She sighed and gave the same answer that she did last year… And the year before that. "I don't want anything, Brock."

"So… Golf clubs?" he asked sarcastically.

She giggled softly and slapped his chest playfully, walking to the stairs.

"I'm kidding." He smiled at her. "But seriously, what do you want?" he questioned again.

"Dinner that I do not have to cook." She joked. Brock laughed along with her.

"How is the practice going?" she made simple conversation as the laughter died down.

"It's going great." He replied, sitting on the couch. "It's nice that I can come home from work and relax."

"Where's Henry?"

Quickly Brock jumped up and ran out the door, leaving Reba alone once again.

Reba walked down the stairs the next morning in a better mood than she had been in a while. She stopped abruptly in the kitchen. Breakfast was already prepared.

Cheyenne looked up to see her mother entering the room.

"Happy Birthday mom!" she shouted excitedly, followed by "Happy birthday Mrs. H!" and "Happy Birthday Gramma!"

"Awe!" She exclaimed bringing her hands to her heart. "Thank you guys!"

"So, how old are you Mrs. H? 25?" Van joked.

Reba laughed as she got her food. "Who made breakfast?" she inquired, taking a sip of her piping hot coffee.

"Dad did." Cheyenne replied, matter-of-factly.

"Whose dad? Your dad?"

Cheyenne nodded. "Oh, that reminds me. Dad said he has a surprise for you, and to dress fancy."

Reba had no idea what she was going to wear. Brock always did like her long, flowing curls. She decided not to straighten her hair. She smiled as she found a little black dress in the back of her closet. "I hope this is fancy enough." She said, as she slipped the smooth black fabric over her body.

That evening, Reba descended the stairs to find Brock on her couch. He stood up when he heard the clicking of her heels coming.

"Hey." He greeted her. He sounded strange. What was that in his voice? Was he breath taken? "You look great!" Reba blushed.

"thanks." She said self-consciously.

"What have you been up to?" she said shyly.

"I finished some of my Christmas shopping today." He shrugged her question off a little to easily. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me get my coat."

The car ride was more silent than they both would have liked. You could cut the tension with a knife. Brock could feel the tension, but was not sure why it was present. Reba felt it as well. She was confused. Why was Brock taking her out for her birthday? Exes do not do that kind of thing.

"Where are we going?" she tried her hardest to start a conversation.

"You'll find out when we get there." He smiled over at her. "I know you will like it though."

Brock was right.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Reba's jaw dropped. Brock had brought her to one of the most expensive restaurants in town.

"Brock! You shouldn't have!" she nearly cried.

"I'm just giving you what you wanted." He replied before getting out of the car. Reba sat there for a moment. She had not asked for anything for her birthday.

"You said you wanted dinner that you did not have to cook." He grinned sweetly at her as he helped her out of the car.

"Thank you Brock." She told him sincerely.

Dinner managed to be less awkward than they both were expecting. The conversation flowed smoothly from one subject to another. Quickly, they got into dangerous territory, though.

"What does Barbara Jean think about all of this?" Reba asked.

"All of what?" Brock answered her question with one of his own.

"Oh, come on, Brock! If we were not best friends, this would be a date!" she stated, a little too bluntly.

"She's fine with it." He laughed. "Why would she not be?"

Reba had no answer for him. Things quickly became uncomfortable again.

"Thank you again for dinner." Reba said, walking up to the front door with Brock. "It was a wonderful birthday present."

"You're very welcome Reba." He smiled. "You deserve it." She smiled warmly back at him.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." Reba hugged him tightly before he left.

The warm air rushed to Reba's face as she walked through the front door. Everyone was asleep. 'Good.' She thought. 'No embarrassing questions from Van and Cheyenne.'

Quickly she climbed the stairs and got ready for bed. Thoughts of the evening filled her mind as she slipped into her bed and turned off the light. She was glad she still had Brock's friendship.

So, what do you think? A good start to a new story? I wanted something Christmas themed… since it is December! (:

It would be greatttt if you would give me the best birthday present ever and review! :D