It was at that time that the doorbell rang. I ran to answer the door, praying that it was Reba. She had to understand the depth of love for her. I hated it when we fought. Frankly I don't care who started it.
As fate would have it, it was Reba at the door.
"I'm so sorry," we said at the same time. I hugged her.
"Brock you know I hate it when we fight"
"So do I," I told her
"Yes," she said sighing, "but sometimes we seem to be so good at it"
"Too good I would say. You know I don't even remember what that damned argument was about?"
"Neither can I," she whispered
"Well when neither us can remember the reason for fighting maybe we should stop fighting"
"Well yes," I agreed, "but what about-"
"What," she asked
"Well I was thinking about couples counseling again," I told her, "I don't want this to be messed up again."
"Wow," she said, "you're really serious about this"
"More serious then I've ever been about anything in my life"
"Brock it's really hard," she admitted, "I mean I love you. I have always loved you. I WILL always love you, but sometimes it's hard for me to trust you"
"Is that cause of the whole Barbra Jean thing?"
"That's part of it," she told me, "but also you have a temper that scares the crap out of me" ((Miss Michigan State University inspired that idea))
I gently took her hand.
"Reba," I told her, "I've been working on that"
"You have?"
"Yes, I have. I don't know what gets into me sometimes"
"It doesn't matter what gets into you sometimes," she said, "you need to learn to control your temper. It's natural to get angry. I get angry all the time. I don't act like you do"
"But Reba I was drunk," I argued, "and I can't control myself when I'm drunk"
"Well here's an idea," she said snapping her fingers as if she just thought of it, "don't get drunk"
"When I drink too much I get drunk," I explained
"Well here's another idea. Don't drink"
I pretended to roll my eyes but I knew she was right.
"I promise never to drink again," I offered, "I love you"
"I love you too," she told me, "but I don't always like your behavior"
She gently slapped me upside the head to emphasize her point.
I sighed inwardly. I wish she could know just how much she means to me.
"You know," I told her, "Kyra wrote a song today that describes how much you mean to me"
"Really," she looked interested, "how does it go?"
"Unspoken but understood, love is everything pure and good," I began reciting the words of Kyra's song.
"You know," she said changing the subject after we spoke about that for about a ½ an hour, "do you ever wish we had a proper wedding"
Reba and I got married by the justice of the peace and I didn't mind… because I was with the woman I love.
"I honestly never cared," I told her, "as long as I could be with you I didn't care if we got hitched in a garbage can"
"That's so sweet," she told me, "and so gross"
I laughed
"But you get the idea," I told her, "I love you"
"And I love you," she said, "even when you act like a monkey's butt"
"Well the only reason I'm a monkey's butt is because I have to be sometimes," I pointed out
"Look here's the deal," she told me, "I'm going to pretend like you didn't say what you just said. I'm going to pretend I had cotton in my ears this morning and you didn't act like a monkey's butt. I'm going to forget about the argument we had and I think you ought to do the same"
"But Reba don't you think-"
"More then you do, yes," she said with a chuckle.
I couldn't argue with that. I tend to be more impulsive. Reba NEVER reacts until she thinks things through.
I sighed deeply.
"Did you ever think maybe I let you win," I suggested.
"Oh you "let me win huh," she said holding back a laugh. Yet I could see a twinkle in her eye. I decided to play back.
"Yeah," I said sticking my tongue out at her playfully, "I LET you win"
"Brock," she said laughing, "you couldn't win a spelling contest if the winning word was tooth"
I rolled my eyes and came up with a comeback.
"That depends on what the losing words are," I replied.
Suddenly we found ourselves kissing.
Coming up next Brock comes up with the perfect gift to give to Reba
