A/N This is my first Reba fic that I haven't used a song as the basis for, so let me know what you think. It'd be appreciated :D Thanks.

After three more years of bickering and arguments, Brock and Barbra Jean had decided it would be best if they ended it civilly and get the divorce they had planned on getting all those years ago. Barbra Jean had Henry throughout the week and Brock had him weekends. That way everyone was happy and they could continue their lives as normal. Barbra Jean had been the one to move out and find a new place but she had managed to buy the only house on the street that was up for sale so she was still right next door to Reba which had both its good and bad points. Kyra had moved out and had moved into a communal house with her band mates so that they could play their 'devil music' at any time they wanted to without disturbing parent or neighbours, but she still visited semi-regularly and Reba had to admit, she liked it that way. They had a much better relationship now, they didn't fight and Kyra was always pleased to see her when she came by.

Reba folded the washing and carefully placed it into the basket, humming along to the country radio that she had playing. Jake was out so she was free to play whatever she wanted as loudly as she wanted. She was finding that she could do that more and more as Jake was getting older. He was a right little socialite, always at someone or others house. She thought that it would have bothered her more then it did, but she had found that she liked the time alone to be able to do all the things that she wasn't able to do when she had kids screaming at her from every direction and needing things constantly. Brock came through the door as she was folding the last few shirts and she met him with a smile.

'Hey Reba'

'Hey' she looked up waiting for the request that was sure to follow but silence met her. She frowned slightly as she continued to fold. 'You just comin over to say hey now? My beauty made you loose your words?' she asked with a smile. Brock shook his head to try and dismiss the thoughts that were playing through his mind and laughed lightly.

'No, I just wanted to know if-'

'There it is' Reba butted in. Brock stopped speaking and his face took on his usual confused look.

'What?'

'You only ever come round here to ask something. I was wondering when it would come. And there it is' Brock walked further into the house and took a seat on the sofa where the remaining clothes sat.

'Fine. I'll just sit here and make conversation. Forget it. You're right. Beautiful weather we're having' Reba laughed at his stupidity as he crossed his arms and arranged his legs in the typical male 4 shape. With one hand on her hip and an eye brow raised, Reba looked down at him.

'What did you want?'

'Nothing'

'What was it?'

'Nope'

'Bro-'

'No'

'Wh-'

'No'

'W-'

'No!'

'You don't even know what I was going to say!' Reba cried, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Brock lifted his chin and looked away from her in pure stubborness for a second and the looked back at her. 'Well I had a pretty good idea'

'Well I guess you'll never know now' She replied, continuing to fold and then picking up the basket and placing it on her hip as she started to make her way upstairs. Brock jumped up and began to follow her.

'Tell me then'

'Nope'

'Reba'

'I was just gonna say you're a buffalos butt' she threw him a smug smile over her shoulder as she placed the basket down on her bed and sat down next to it. Brock stood as close as he could to her, their knees touching as he placed both hands on his hips and puffed out his chest as he towered over her and looked down. She tried to hold back her laugh and leant back with both hands behind her propping her up.

'How dare you' he boomed in an over zealous dramatic voice causing Reba to let out a stream of loud laughter.

'You're dumb' she said, lightly hitting his stomach and pushing him back from her so she could stand up. They were both aware of the closeness between them as she stood but she thought nothing of it as she moved away from him and began to put the washing away in her wardrobe.

'You should wear the one more often' Brock said, eyeing a clinging silk shirt that she rarely wore due to its low cut, but it brought out her eyes perfectly and accentuated her figure even more. He loved it on her. He had brought it for her back when they were married. It was his last anniversary present before he made a mess of everything. Reba looked at him in surprise. It was very rare that he would even take a note of what she was wearing or wore, let alone suggest she wear something more often. In fact, she didn't think he had done that for many many moons. She looked at the shirt in her hands and shrugged.

'Maybe'