"It's lucky we brought stuff for dinner! The cupboards are completely bare" Cheyenne mumbled to herself. " Van what are we going to have for dinner" she yelled at her husband who was sitting in the lounge.

Van slowly got up from the couch knowing that he was about to start an argument with his beloved wife and he cooking skills or lack thereof.

He wondered how he could go about insulting her without her actually realizing and getting mad at him. After almost 10 years he still hadn't figured that one out.

"Honey, don't cook. Please don't cook! I have had food poisoning so many times this year I've lost count!" Van stated as he walked into the kitchen, counting on one hand and holding Ethan for protective purposes.

"Shut up Van! I don't see you making beans or putting dirty dishes in the laundry hamper for cleaning" she snapped. "There is something going in with mom an we need to help out ok?"

"I get that Cheyenne, I'm the one who works with her all day. I know she's been actin' weird for weeks now, but can't we just have take-out?"

"I know, I wish she would talk to me."

Van knew that the only way to keep Cheyenne from cooking was to continue talking about how odds trance Reba had been lately so that's exactly what he did. "Yea I know, I've tried but she just waves me off when we are at work."

"Really?" Cheyenne said intrigued by this new information.

"I caught her day dreaming in her office yesterday like three times and she keeps having all these mysterious meetings without me."

"I had no idea, it's strange. She's just not acting like mom." Cheyenne said getting up she hugged Van and Ethan. "She'll talk when she's ready."

It had been three days since Van & Cheyenne had come to Reba's house the tension was high and Cheyenne couldn't figure out what was going on with her mother, every time she tried to question her about it, Reba had quickly changed the subject to Ethan's eczema, Elizabeth's schooling or when they would be moving back into their house and as the days turned into weeks, Van & Cheyenne soon found out their house was infested with termites and they would either have to re-build the foundation of the house or buy a new one, which put everyone on edge not knowing what was going to happen.

Reba walked in the door at 8o'clock for the third night in a row after a very long day at work she was again caught day dreaming, every time she was in the lounge room she couldn't help but be pulled back to what happened between her and Brock. Those moments of passion, their body's moving in unison, then the phone call that stopped it all. Reba could only imagine what would've happen if Cheyenne hadn't called, the thought made everything south of her waist line tingle.

That was still haunting her as Cheyenne walked into the lounge to no doubt harass her about the lack of food. Luckily Reba had thought ahead this time, she was not in the mood to be hassled about what they were going to have for dinner so she had brought take-out on her way home wanting nothing more than a long hot bath.

"Here, take it" she said passing Cheyenne three bags of Chinese food. "You can dish it out im going to have a bath, I've had a very long day & I've already eaten." with that Reba walked up the stairs not even listening to Van as he began to nag her about something stupid. Reba closed and locked her bedroom door and began to throw clothing in every direction as she walked towards her bathroom.

Pulling her hair out of a tight bun, she felt the headache that had been gnawing at her all day release its hold, massaging her own temples she aloud her thoughts to run wild. This seemed like the first time in weeks she had actually been able to think about what had happened between her and Brock.

She almost didn't believe it had even happened and if she didn't have a rather large purple hickey on her collar bone she would have sworn black and blue that it didn't, she pulled back the neckline of her shirt and caressed the fading mark with her fingers shaking her head she again turned her attention to the task at hand leaning over an placing the plug in the bath and turned on the faucet, then Reba poured a small amount of bath salts into the steamy water and let the aroma fill her senses as the steamy water fogged up the bathroom, Reba slowly undressed and slipped into the almost painfully hot water, letting her mind drift away.

She laid there in the bath for what seemed like hours but not wanting to get too lost in her own thoughts. So much had happen to her in the past months, things not just involving Brock, but she pushed the thoughts aside like only she could began washing her hair massaging the pain away from her head as she did. After a while Reba got out of the bath threw on some pajamas and walked down the stairs, mentally preparing herself as she took each step.

Once she was near the bottom of the stairs she could hear a deep friendly voice, her heart instantly got stuck in her throat and her waist tingled, she knew he was here. it had been two weeks, but he was back, back in her kitchen where they shared one last kiss before he had to leave.

In a way she was angry that he hadn't returned that night as he had promised but on the other hand, Van, Cheyenne, Elizabeth and Ethan had all come to her house and filled it with so much chaos that she could barely hear herself think let alone have time to think about nearly sleeping with her ex-husband on her couch. In the middle of the day no less.

"I don't want to be any bother Cheyenne, if she's in the bath don't worry I'll just come back around another day" Brock said with an ounce of sadness that only Reba could tell was there.

"Its ok, I'm not in the bath. I'm in the kitchen" Reba stated the obvious then turned red at her own stupidity wondering why she was acting like a 16 year old instead of a mature adult.

Brock gave her half a smirk.

"Right well Van and I are going to bed now, so I'll cya in the morning then mom." Cheyenne said giving her mother a swift kiss on the cheek, but it was obvious neither of her parents were listening "Yeah I think we might move back in, that is if you don't mind mom? She said waiting for a reaction.

"That sounds wonderful darling, why didn't I think of that." Reba said keeping complete eye contact with Brock, not even looking in the direction of her eldest daughter.

"OH MY GOD MOM WE ARE NOT MOVING BACK IN! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Cheyenne was now shouting at her parents wondering why neither of them was paying her any attention.

"Um.. Cheyenne lets go to bed.. I think we should leave them alone" Van came out of nowhere and grabbed Cheyenne by the hand dragging her into the lounge "Can't you see they totally have the hots for each other!" Van whispered.

"What" she said dumbfounded by his statement. "Are you crazy?"

"Look at them, I mean isn't it obvious, your dads not really the most subtle man." Cheyenne was completely shocked at Van's assessment; hitting him on the arm for good measure she walked towards the kitchen poked her head around the corner just enough to see her parents but not enough for them to see her.

Though they stood on either sides of the kitchen Island, it was clear to Cheyenne there was a lot of pent up tension between her parents.

Reba was running her hand along the kitchen table nervously while Brock shift on the spot with a small smile on his face.

Van could see the mind of his wife at work and before she could say or do anything to get them involved he span her around and very firmly told her "We have to put Ethan to bed and put his eczema cream on too." he said hoping it would be enough to keep her away from the kitchen.

Before Cheyenne could make move back towards her parents Van was in her way. "No! No no no no no! WE." Van motioned the space between them. "Are not getting involved Na-ah. Nooo... Nope! Cheyenne come on! If your parents want to get back together or even bow-chick-a" he began but stoped himself as the thought crossed his mind he shook it out of his head and continued "Then thats their business but I will not.. ahhh NOOOOO" he said as Cheyenne tried to speak. "NO NO.. nooooo nope no nuh-uh I won't, I won't get involved Nahhhhh nope nooo.. Nah-na na nnnnn nahh." he sang as he walked up the stairs pulling Cheyenne by the hand and holding onto his son as he went.

Mean while Brock & Reba stood in the kitchen less than a meter apart. The tension filled the room and they hadn't yet spoken, but hearing the whole conversation between Van & Cheyenne they both giggled at their son in-laws feeble attempt at keeping Cheyenne out of whatever was perhaps happening between them.

They both knew that by morning she would have made up some sort of plan to figure out what was happening and what had already happened.

Brock and Reba continued to stand apart from each other, each of them taking in the others movements, surprisingly it was Reba who made the first move.

"Would you like a coffee or tea?" Small talk was never Reba's strong suit "I.. Umm I've been thinking about the other week" she added as casually as she could.

Brocks heart was racing he knew this would happen the moment she walked in to the kitchen.. They would have "The talk" that was after all why he had come over, to talk with her, all he could do was pray she wasn't regretting what had happened between them, all he could do was pray she still loved him, that the fire was still burning, that she felt the same passion that he did.

"I have been thinking a lot about the other week as well" Brocks sentence got caught in his throat as he fumbled for the right words "I'd umm love a cup" he said remembering her first question, she moved towards the kettle and turned it on.

"I'll be back in a minute" she said then walked in to the lounge, walking straight in to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Her heart was racing, as she walked into the freshly painted bathroom the smell was still lingering, why she noticed this she didn't know, she could smell the grout from the tiling. 'It's still wet' she thought to herself. Reba stood there wondering why she was having all these random thoughts about paint and tiles only to realize it was her, trying to distract herself from the conversation that was about to take place once she left the bathroom.

She was perspiring, her hands were clammy and she felt all the blood from her body rush o her head.

Reba could feel the heat rising and it wasn't the weather. Why after all these year did he still have this affect on her? Why after all theses year did she still have these feelings for her ex-husband?

"Why do a hundred things happen at once? Can't I just deal with one problem at a time?" Reba mumbled.

Reba stood in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror. The very red-headed woman got lost in thought, 'what is happening to me' she breathed heavily, staring at the pale skinned woman in the reflection, this wasn't her, this wasn't the way she looked or how she acted. 'Too much, this is just too much.' she mumbled.

Her heart was beating hard in her chest, her pulse was racing, all the chaos, all the weeks of trying to hide were finally catching up with her, there was no getting out of it this time. Reba felt dizzy, she held tight to the basin but she knew what was happening before her mind even had time to register it.

Brock sat in the kitchen for what seemed like hours, the kettle whistled so he made two cups of coffee, of course knowing how Reba liked hers. He walked into the lounge sat on the couch and reminisced about the events that had occurd on that very same couch not two weeks ago. Brock felt himself drifting into sleep when he heard a loud thud coming from the bathroom. He walked to the door and knocked once. "Reba?" he said.

No answer. So he knocked again louder this time. "Reba are you ok in there? Reba?." Brock raised his voice this time. "REBA ANSWER ME!" Brock began to panic, his voice becoming shaky and before he knew it her was pounding his fists on the door, he tried to open it but it was locked. "REBA HELLO! REBA ANSWER ME OR IM GOING TO BREAK THE DOOR DOWN" He screamed.

Brock continued to slam the door with his fist, punching several holes into the wooden frame. The holes were only fist size, but he could just see Reba's passed out body laying on the bathroom floor in a very awkward position. Brock took a few steps back and with one swift kick he booted door down.

Hearing all the noise coming from down stairs, it wasn't long before Van & Cheyenne came running down to see what was happening. "What's going on" they said in unison as they saw the door to the bathroom had been kicked in. Obviously by Brock who was standing in front of the entrance panting.

"WOW Mr.H what did you do to the door! Van said looking at the mangled pile of wood, a single piece still hanging from one hinge, the rest was scattered over the bathroom floor.

Pieces of wood covered Reba's body and Brock let out a long sigh before turning to Cheyenne, who was clearly in shock. "Call the ambulance" he said, when she didn't move he grabbed her shoulders "Cheyenne look at me" she managed to pull her eyes from her mother's stone like figure lying helplessly on the cold tiled floor. "Cheyenne you need to call for an ambulance. NOW, RIGHT NOW! GO! He screamed at his eldest daughter.

"Van help me move this wood, We need to clear the way for the paramedics" you could hear the fear in Brock's voice not knowing what had happened to Reba.

Without speaking the two men cleaned up the mess that Brock had made in the bathroom, just in time for the paramedics to arrive. They put Reba on to a stretcher, put her in a neck brace and strapped her arms and legs down to prevent her from rolling, she laid on the stretcher completely still. She was out cold.

"What's wrong with her" Cheyenne basically screamed at the male paramedic who was taking Reba pulse. "Tell me what wrong with my mom! NOW! she continued to cry and scream as Van came to her side and forced her into a bone crushing hug like only he could.

"Look, is she going to be ok? That's all we want to know, please" Van said looking straight at the paramedic who was now loading Reba into the back of the ambulance.

"She has a concussion, that's all I can tell you until we get her to the hospital" The man said climbing into the back of the ambulance "Are any of you going to ride in with us we have to go now" he stated in a rushed voice.

Brock came out from nowhere carrying a suitcase under one arm he quickly kissed Cheyenne on the head then climbed into the back of the ambulance along with the paramedic "Call Barbra Jean see if you can get her to look after the kids, DO NOT come to the hospital until that is sorted out ok, make sure the kids are being looked after, just get there when you can." He said firmly "Call BJ, Cheyenne everything will be ok. I'll call you once we get to the hospital." with that the paramedic closed the door and left Van and Cheyenne standing in the middle of the driveway in their pajamas holding onto each other for dear life.