She started dinner up when Jake got home. The day went by fast with someone else in the house. She hated to say it, but she actually might like Brock being around. As long as he didn't bother her much, and went to work tomorrow.
"Dinner's ready."
"Alright! Dad. Will you sit by me?" Jake said happily. That's how it used to be. But in order for Jake to sit by his father. Reba had to sit by Brock.
She reluctantly agree.
"Sure he will Jake!" She cried.
They all sat down and Reba sat next to her ex-husband.
"Can someone pass the Po-Tat-O's" Van said, causing a giggle out of Reba.
"Sure." Reba and Brock offered in unison, both reaching for the pan. Brocks hand lightly brushed against Reba's. They stayed with both their hands on the pot for what seemed like forever. Their eyes met and Reba pulled back swiftly. Her cheeks became red with color.
"Sorry." Brock whispered to her.
"It's ok. Anybody want more milk?" Reba quickly exited to gather her thoughts.
"I'll go help mom." Cheyenne offered. "What was that?" She said to her mother as she entered the kitchen. Reba was in the fridge. She poked her head out.
"What was what?" She denied everything in that one phrase.
"You know."
"I don't know what it was." She muttered. "Milk?"
"Mom. It looked like a moment."
"Between me and your father? Psh..." Reba laughed. "That's funny!"
Not so funny. Now that she thought about it.
"Mom. Anyone can have a moment. Divorced, married. Even strangers have moments!"
"Honey, it wasn't a moment!"
"So you felt nothing." Cheyenne pressed on as her mother walked away.
"Nothing." Reba replied. "Nothing at all."
Lies.
She had felt a shiver go from her toes up to her red hair. Her blues eyes had sparkled so much she could feel it. A fire had burned deep inside. An ache so painful she couldn't stand it had formed in her stomach, knowing that she could never have him again. And yet here she was, telling people she felt nothing, and going back out there. She loved her life.
"Milk anyone?" She asked.
Dinner finished and Reba was doing the dishes when Brock came into the kitchen.
"Need help?" Brock asked her, staring at her across the counter.
"You used to ask me that every night after dinner when we were married. To tell you the truth I kind of missed it."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really." Reba smiled. "I really missed the part where you always offered and never came through."
"Well let me do it now." He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist to grab the plates. Reba got a fearful look on her face and dropped the plate. Luckily it was plastic.
"Sure." She laughed out nervously. She pushed him away and ran out.
Later that night, after the kids had gone to bed, Reba was sitting on the couch. She was watching a movie. Titanic. Classic love story. Very exaggerated. She hated it, but loved it at the same time. She heard someone coming down the stairs and turned around.
"Oh, hey Brock." She muttered to him. She was tired.
"Hey. I..Uh..Couldn't sleep." Brock walked to her.
"Yea, me neither." Brock was standing over her, waiting for permission to sit next to her. "Sit down." She said. They sat watching the movie for a while, until it ended. The credits rolled and Reba was just about to get up when she felt a hand on her arm.
"Reba." Brock turned towards her and took her hands in his.
"Brock...I..." They turned towards each other. Reba felt the sparks and wildfires that she used to feel start up . She thought about all the nights in the past they had done this. But she never thought it would happen again, and never thought it would feel exactly the same as it did before. Well, except for the fact that they were divorced and Brock was married with another kid. He wrapped his arms around her. They kissed softly.
"Brock. As much as I'd like to, we can't do this." She softly whispered as he nuzzled her ear.
"Why?"
"Barbara Jean." She forced out. That woman had to ruin everything.
"Doesn't matter."
"You are married."
"Separated." He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her again.
"But still married."
"Reba, we're getting a divorce." He sighed.
"Adding to your track record?" Reba pulled back a little, he pulled her back in.
"I'm still in love with you." He stated.
"No."
"Yes, I am." Brock leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss. "She knows that." Reba stopped him.
"Brock..."
"No, Reba. Please." He begged. Reba breathed out slowly, and kissed him longingly. There were so many reasons not to do this. So many reasons this was wrong. But she wanted it, she deserved it. After all she had been through she deserved to be happy. The T.V. shut off as Brock lay Reba down on top of the remote, as if it were setting the mood. They laughed. He ran his hands through her hair again and looked her straight in the eye. "You are beautiful." It was more of a statement then a compliment.
"Thanks." Reba grinned. That grin drove Brock insane. He had missed this. It's stupid that a few nights with BJ ruined his 20 years with the best woman he had ever known.
"I love you, Reba." She ran her hands over his back as he kissed her again. She stopped.
"I still love you, too." She kissed him back, her small hands gliding through his blond hair.
"Your hands..." They were shaking like crazy.
"I know." The looked at each other for a long moment, "Brock...Let's go..." She couldn't say it, as much as she wanted to with all her heart.
"I understand." He whispered, sending chills down her spine. Brock put his arms around the woman on the couch and lifted her into the air. Her whole body was shaking now. He walked up the stairs so slowly Reba wondered if they would ever get their. He was thinking as he made his way upstairs. Upstairs to the bedroom where so many memories were made, where he and his now ex-wife would make another.
She had repainted.
It was a nice color, Reba always had an eye for those things.
"Brock..." Reba forced out. She had to keep thinking straight. "We should wait until your divorce is final."
"No, I can't wait." They stood just out side her bedroom, not entering until both of them were ready. Reba looked at Brock as he stood in the doorway, holding her in his arms.
"Are we..." She thought for a second before speaking again. He breathing was slow and drawn out. "Really going to do this?"
"I don't know, that's up to you." She kissed him heavily. He transferred her over to the bed. Their bed. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
