A/N: Okay, so I decided to make this story go in a whole other direction. Oh and you have to be aware of some new things in order not to be confused. This now takes place in Season 6. So, have fun reading!
Reba awoke startled from the dream. Why was she dreaming about her divorce all of a sudden? It was six years ago, she was over it, right? This was her fourth in a row this week. Could it have with anything to do with what the therapist had asked her and Brock? No. It wouldn't be. They were both over each other completely. They couldn't still possibly love each other? Of course not. Maybe? Reba remembers the memory very vividly.
Dr. Baker stood up and spoke. "Do you two still love each other?"
They both froze and looked at each other and waited for each other to answer, when Barbra Jean came in.
What would of been said if Barbra Jean hadn't came in? God she hated being in these kinds of predicaments. He couldn't still possibly love her could he? Well of course not. She looked over to her nightstand clock. "Ugh, four in the mornin'! I've got a house to show tomorrow. I have to at least try and get some sleep."
She tries to sleep again but to avail. She dreams of something different this time.
"Reba, I still love you. I always have. I made a huge mistake leaving you for Barbra Jean and I kick myself everyday for it." Brock says as he leans in, wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into a deep passionate kiss.
"Brock...Brock...Brock!" She screamed as she awoke again. "For God's sake. At the rate I'm goin' I'll never get some sleep." she says to herself as she fluffs her pillow and attempts to fall asleep again.
Little did she know Brock was struggling with his sleep as well.
"Brock, you know I love you. I always had. I never stopped. Every night I dream to touch...hug...and kiss you." Reba said as she leaned in to caress his cheek before pulling him into a deep kiss.
He wakes up in a deep sweat. Why was he dreaming like this all of a sudden? Could it be what his therapist said? Was he still in love with Reba?
'Well, of course I am.' he said answering his own thoughts. Reba wasn't a type of woman, you could easily get over. Was this dream significant? Was it a sign for the future? "God, it just felt so real and so right." he said to himself.
It had been a month since his divorce to Barbra Jean and yet he's already dreaming of another woman. And the best part was it wasn't even any woman. It was the woman. The only woman he's ever loved as much. He looks over to his nightstand clock. It read: 4:30 A.M.
Brock lied down and fluffed his pillow and he fell into a deep slumber.
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The next morning, Reba was running late to work. She hadn't had any sleep. The dreams kept replaying in her mind. She took one last look in the morning and sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen. One cup of coffee and she was out of there. Reba arrived in the kitchen and Cheyenne was pouring herself a cup.
"Mornin' mom." Cheyenne said happily.
"Cheyenne, I am not in the mood. I'm running late and I just want a cup of coffee." Reba said as she ran opened the cabinet for a cup.
"I guess I had that attitude coming." She said as she looked at her confused. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"I'm running late for work that's what's wrong! And I didn't even sleep at all last night and had a sort of bad dream." she said grabbing her briefcase and heading out the door until a question Cheyenne asked got her attention.
"Did this dream you had, have to do with Dad?" Cheyenne asked.
Reba spun around quickly and eyed her daughter. "Why would you think that?"
"Well, because last night when I stayed over, you woke me up screaming Dad's name, in your sleep."
She tried to quickly come up with an excuse. "What?!? Cheyenne, honey, honestly you must of heard wrong."
Confused by her mother's certain outburst. "Mom, you were pretty loud, and clear."
"Cheyenne, I said...um...Bock! Bock!, not Brock. Why would I say Brock?" she quickly covered.
"Who's Bock?" Cheyenne asked.
"Some guy in this French romance novel, I'm reading."
Cheyenne eyed her mom unconvinced. "You don't have time to read."
"Yes I do! I read all the time, now if you excuse me. I've got to go." she said as she left before Cheyenne asked anymore questions.
Reba got into her car. "That was really awkward." she said to herself as she put the key into the ignition and started the car. She drove to the office.
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Brock awoke from bed and got ready for the morning. With trying to get his practice back up on its feet, and trying to squeeze in time with Henry and his other kids, it was really hard. Especially when you hadn't slept the night before. His divorce to Barbra Jean was a lot easier, than his divorce to Reba. They decided to remain friends for the sake of Henry. Him and Reba never really got a long after the divorce. There were few moments of compassion and love. But other times it was only little insults and dirty looks. I guess it was because he'd always brought Barbra Jean around. But anyway, he shook his head to try and get Reba out of his thoughts as he tied his last shoe. He walked out the door and got into his car, as he put the key into the ignition and started it.
Later on that evening...
Reba walked into her home, tired from a long day at work. She looked around and noticed that the house was empty. "Oh thank God. No one's home." She hung up her jacket and lied down on her couch. She figured, she'd take the opportunity to rest before, anyone would come home. Just as she closed her eyes, her front door opened.
"Hey Reba." said Brock.
"Crap." she sighed as she got up. "What do you want, Brock?"
"Just thought I'd come over and say 'hey'."
"Well you did. So goodbye." she remarked.
"Reba..."
"Fine. What is it? What do you want?" she said walking into the kitchen as he followed.
"I just wanted to talk to you about something." he began.
"Well?" she said as she turned around to look at him. Only to realize that their faces were mere inches away from each other.
Brock looked at her in the eyes, and then down to her lips. He tried to fight the urge to lean down and kiss her. Reba swallowed the lump in her throat, and looked down to his lips. They both began to lean in when the phone rang.
A/N: What do you guys think of this one? Please Review!
