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Brock glanced at the clock and sighed. It's already past 6, Reba isn't gonna be happy when he's late for dinner. There was a soft knock on the door, then a big, blonde goofball appeared in his office before he gave her permission to come in.

"Yes, BJ?" he asked, annoyed.

"Mrs. Hart called." Brock nodded.

"I know."

"Why'd you make me answer it?"

"Because I already know what she said 'Could you please tell my mo-ron husband to be here for dinner tonight?'" Brock said as he organized a stack of papers. Barbara Jean's jaw dropped a little.

"Her exact words…" She said in amazement. Brock nodded. Of course he was right, 18 years of marriage and 21 years together, he couldn't be wrong. "But she said she has to talk to you. You should probably call her back or get goin." Brock looked at her, shocked that his wife actually wanted to talk to him.

"That's all she said?" BJ nodded and Brock got up, not bothering to finish the paperwork. "Could you lock up? I'm gonna go." BJ smirked and nodded as Brock grabbed his belongings and hurried out of the office and out to his car. He sped home and pulled into the driveway ten minutes later where he found his wife on the bench by the front door. He pulled the car around back, then walked around the front to see what she was doing. "Hey." He greeted and she finally looked up when he spoke.

"Hey." She replied, softly.

"You alright?" Brock asked, looking at her closer.

"Fine…" Brock shifted his weight to the side, not knowing if he should sit next to her, across from her on the half wall, or just keep standing. Lucky for him she noticed and knew what he was thinking. She scooted over and patted the seat next to her. He quickly took a seat and prepared for whatever she was gonna throw at him. He hated when they had to 'talk', but it didn't look like she planned on saying anything.

"You wanna talk?" She nodded.

"Yeah… The kids are worried about us, Brock."

"What? What're you talkin about?"

"Don't. Please don't play dumb." He sighed and looked in the window, trying to see what the kids were doing, but he couldn't see very much through the crack in the curtains.

"Where are they?"

"Eating. I told them not to bother us." He nodded and she looked him dead in the eyes. "We gonna be okay? Really… are we?" She asked. His face fell and softened a bit at the sight of his wife fighting hard to hold back the tears that started forming.

"I hope so." She scuffed and shook her head.

"That's not what I want to hear."

"It's not an easy yes or no answer, Reba."

"Just… please." She whispered. "Please say yes. I just want to hear… yes." Brock looked deep into her eyes, thinking of what to say.

"I don't want to lie. I want to say yes, but if it doesn't work I'm not gonna be a liar."

"It's gonna work, Brock. Why do you think that way?" She asked as one single tear fell. He swallowed hard. "Lie to me."

"Reba-"

"Lie, Brock. I just want to hear that everything is gonna be okay. I haven't heard it in a long time. I need to hear it."

"Where is this comin from?"

"Please." She begged in a whisper. He took a deep breath before kissing her forehead, getting up and walking into the house, leaving her to herself. She listened to her kids greet their father and start telling him stories about their day. She let a few more tears fall before taking deep breaths and wiping her face. She hoped to God they didn't notice, she braced herself before walking in, then smiled when she saw Jake on Brocks back and Kyra on his leg. "Did y'all finish your food?"

"Yeah." Both kids said.

"Guys, let your dad eat."

"But-" Kyra started.

"Not buts, Kyra. Is all your homework done?"

"Yes…"

"Okay, go up and shower."

"Ugh."

"I'll see you when you get out, sweetheart." Brock said as his daughter stomped up the stairs. Reba pried Jake off of his back and put on cartoons for him, then followed Brock into the kitchen where Cheyenne and Van were sitting at the table.

"Mom?" Reba quickly looked the other way to avoid her daughters eyes. "What happened? What'd you say, dad?!" She asked, panicked.

"Cheyenne, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You've been crying. What'd he say to you?"

"Nothing…" Reba looked at Brock and he looked back. "He said absolutely nothing." Brock looked away and continued making his plate.

"Cheyenne, maybe we should leave your parents alone." Van suggested.

"No. We see where that gets them, clearly they need to be babysat." Cheyenne snapped, eyeing her father.

"Van, it's time for you to leave, Cheyenne, go upstairs. I don't want to see you for the rest of the night." Reba ordered. Cheyenne continued to glare at her father until Van got up and pecked her cheek. He quickly left the tension filled house and Cheyenne stormed up the stairs much like her sister did just moments before. The phone started to ring and Reba answered it. "Hello?"

"Reba."

"Grammy Liz…" Reba said, then looked at her confused husband. "One second, Brock's right here."

"No, no. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be in town tomorrow around noon. I figured I'd give you time in advance to clean up for me." Reba almost dropped the phone.

"W-what? Tomor… Are you… Really?"

"Yes."

"O-okay. Well, we'll see you then."

"Kiss my son for me." Wont happen.

"Will do." Reba lied then hung up and looked at Brock with big eyes.

"What?" he asked with a mouthful of food.

"Your mom is comin into town."

"When?"

"Tomorrow." Brock almost choked. He coughed a few times, then took a drink of his tea.

"Tomorrow?!" Reba nodded. He sighed and ran a had through his hair as Reba paced in front of him, talking to herself about what she still has to do. He watched her for about a minute before he finally grabbed her shoulders firmly and faced her towards him. "Calm down. The house looks nice."

"Not nice enough for your mom! Do you even know her?!" Brock smirked. "What?!"

"Just calm down." He said, then rubbed her arms soothingly.

"I have so much to do-"

"I'm sorry for makin you cry." He blurted out. Reba shut her mouth and looked up at him for a second before he pulled her in and hugged her. She stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "I hate seein you cry and hate it even more when I know it's my fault."

"Brock, it's not a big deal."

"Yes… it is."

"Can we drop it?" She asked, pulling back. "I have enough on my mind."

"Everything. Everything is always on your mind except me."

"What?"

"Do you forget we're married?" He asked.

"Yes, I do because you're never here!" She snapped, getting louder.

"Reba, I'm here every night."

"When's the last time you sat down and had dinner with your family, Brock? Or sat down and watched a movie with us? You haven't tucked your kids in all week and Sunday night Kyra was nearly in tears because you weren't home, you were out with Ralph."

"I go out once every 3 months-"

"That's not the point. Saying goodnight to her and Jake over the phone isn't the same to any child. Or wife."

"How do you think army wives feel? You're lucky."

"Lucky?" She chuckled. "Lucky…" She opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it when Jake came in.

"Are you guys fighting?" He asked, climbing into a stool. Reba and Brock looked at each other, then Reba smiled at her son.

"No, honey… We're talkin."

"You sound mad." Brock scuffed and rolled his eyes and Reba shot him a dirty look, then went back to her son.

"I'm not mad, darlin', we're just… sortin some stuff out, okay? Now, why don't you go up and pick out your pajamas, I'll be in to give you a bath as soon as Kyra's done." he nodded and Brock helped him off the stool. They waited until they heard him stomp his way up the stairs before they went back to 'talking'.

"Not mad, huh?"

"Well, what am I supposed to say?" Brock shrugged and Reba sighed. "None of this tomorrow." She said, putting away the dinner leftovers.

"It's not something we plan."

"Well, if you really feel the need to fight, tell me and we'll leave the room, got it?"

"I remember when we used to leave the room for fun things." Brock mumbled.

"Well those days are over."

"Yeah, now it's just to fight…" Reba spaced off and nodded. "It doesn't have to be over, you know."

"Don't tell this to me, you're the one who hates to be around me."

"No, I don't. You just love to fight."

"Well, if you think you're gonna just come home late from work every night and get away with it, you're dead wrong."

"I'm working! I'm sorry I have to work to make money to support our family."

"MOM! KYRA WONT GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM!" Jake shouted from the top of the stairs. Reba sighed and started towards the stairs. She walked up and opened the bathroom door to find Kyra in a training bra and her pajama shorts. Kyra gasped.

"Mom! Get out! Don't you knock?!" She said, shoving her mom out and slamming the door. Reba stood there in shock. She thought about it for a while, while Jake pulled on the bottom of her shirt trying to get her to yell at his sister for not sharing the bathroom.

"Kyra?" Reba said softly, knocking lightly. "Kyra, honey let me in. I'm sorry for walkin in on you, I didn't… I didn't know." Kyra opened the door and glared up at Reba. Reba walked in and shut the door behind her and made sure to lock it so Jake didn't barge in. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to start wearin these, sweetheart?"

"I don't want to, but Cheyenne said I have to soon or people will make fun of me, so she gave me one of her old ones from when she was little. It's really uncomfortable, how do you do it all the time?!" Kyra asked, with a scrunched face as she adjusted the tight fabric. Reba chuckled and shook her head.

"You'll get used to it… I cant believe you're so grown up…"

"Mom. I don't have them yet…" Reba smirked and hugged her daughter.

"Please don't ever grow them."

"If I could stop it, I would!" Kyra exclaimed as they pulled back.

"I've got some duct tape in the junk drawer!" Kyra giggled.

"I don't think that'll work…" Reba frowned.

"I'll take you shoppin soon, alright?"

"I don't want boobs." Reba laughed.

"Well, honey… I don't want you to have them either, but we all go though it."

"How long do I have?" Reba shrugged.

"Everyone's different, sweetheart. I think you have at least a year… hopefully."

"How did Cheyenne do when she first got them? She probably cried, huh?"

"Psh… yeah. Tears of joy! She was tryin to wear my bras when she was just learnin to walk, she couldn't wait." Kyra rolled her eyes, then there was a loud thump on the door.

"It's. bath time!" Jake said, obviously annoyed with the two.

"Alright, why don't you go see your dad for a while before bedtime, I know he misses you." Kyra nodded and put her shirt on, then opened the door and walked passed Jake as he walked in. Reba ran the bath water for his son as he stripped down.

"Bubbles, mom."

"Got it, brat." She replied and poured some bubbles into the running water for him. Jake tested the water with his foot before getting fully in. Reba got the washing done first, then let him play for ten minutes while she quickly left to make sure Cheyenne and Kyra's homework was done. She wrapped Jake in his towel and followed him into his room, carrying his pajamas. She smirked at her shivering, purple-lipped son, then helped him get dressed since he was hugging himself to keep warm.

"Do I have time to visit dad, mama?" She nodded as she stood from her squat when she finished buttoning up his little pajama shirt. He smiled and galloped out of the room. She smirked and shook her head, shutting off his light and following him down. She saw Jake sitting in his fathers lap on the couch, talking about tomorrow and all the food.

"Mom?" Reba turned and looked at Cheyenne who was at the top of the stairs. "Sorry about earlier.."

"Don't apologize to me." Reba said, then Cheyenne's eyes drifted to Brock. Cheyenne took a deep breath.

"Sorry, dad." Brock nodded, accepting the fake apology.

"No. Brock, don't accept that."

"Reba, she's worried about you, I cant blame her for that, she has every right to be upset."

"No she doesn't. She don't know what happened, you didn't do anything to make her act that way towards you and even if you did it's none of her concern." Reba argued.

"How often do you see your mom cry?" Reba shrugged.

"I don't know-"

"Not very often" Brock answered, because it was true. "And when you did see her cry, how'd it make you feel?"

"This isn't about me, Brock, it's about Cheyenne." Brock looked at Cheyenne.

"You're fine, honey." He said. Reba glared at him and he just shrugged and started talking to his son again.

"Jake, it's eight, go up to bed, we'll be up to say goodnight in a few minutes."

"Aw man!" Jake said, hopping off Brocks lap and going upstairs.

"Kyra, you can watch two shows up in your room, then it lights out." Kyra sighed and got up, following her brother.

"She was just protecting you."

"From nothing!" Reba exclaimed. "There's nothing for me to be protected from. I can handle myself."

"Put yourself in her shoes."

"We're the parents. We're the adults. We take care of our problems by ourselves." Brock just sighed.

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving.." Brock said after a few moments of silence. Reba nodded, staying quiet. "We should be thankful. Thankful for our kids, thankful for our house and clothes and food and friends and family… Thankful for each other…" Reba stayed quiet again, letting his words sink in.

"Are you thankful for me?" She asked, quietly. He looked towards her into her eyes.

"Of course… Absolutely."

"Really?" He nodded, standing up and walking closer to her. "You used to hate leaving for work… and you'd rush out of there as soon as you could to come home. I miss it."

"Me too."

"I was just tellin Cheyenne about us when we were younger." Reba said, smiling at the memory again. "She wants the whole, detailed story." They both looked at each other right after she said it. Brock smirked and raised an eyebrow and Reba blushed. "Leavin some parts out, obviously."

"Oh, c'mon… those are the best parts." Reba looked down, blushing harder than before. She looked up at him and smirked, this is the first somewhat civil conversation they had had in weeks.

"MOM, DAD." Jake yelled from his room. They both chuckled at their sons lungs which he inherited from his mother, then Brock followed closely behind Reba as they walked up the stairs and into Jakes bedroom. Reba went and sat on the foot of his bed and tucked him in tightly. Brock stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe watching his son laugh as Reba tickled him after she tucked his arms in the blankets so he couldn't move very well. They were both laughing and Brock couldn't help but chuckle softly too.

"Okay, I'll quit." Reba got up and kissed his forehead. "I love you, darlin'." She said as she walked towards the doorway.

"Love you too, mommy." Now Reba stood in Brock's spot and waited for her husband to finish saying goodnight. He casually just kissed his forehead like Reba and said he loved him.

"Dad?"

"Hm?" Brock turned back around and looked at Jake.

"Do you love mommy?"

"Yeah, buddy. Why?"

"A lot?" Jake asked, ignoring his fathers question.

"Of course." Brock answered without hesitation.

"I just wanted to make sure. You guys never say it…"

"We don't have to, we just know."

"Well, I know you and mommy love me, why do you tell me?" Brock didn't really have an answer for this one.

"To remind you." Reba answered.

"Don't you and daddy have to remind each other?" Reba shook her head.

"Not so much anymore. Maybe when we first got married, but we've been together a long time, sweetheart. We just automatically know." Jake nodded.

"Okay." Both of the parents told him goodnight and left the room, shutting the door.

"Thanks." Brock said, thanking her for butting in. She just nodded, then walked downstairs to do some cleaning until nine, then her and Brock went up to say goodnight to Kyra, after that Reba showered and got ready for bed, Brock did the same after her. Reba laid in bed and read, waiting for Brock to come in. When he finished brushing his teeth he walked in in his t-shirt and boxers and climbed in on his side, shutting off the lamp on his side. Reba quit reading and shut hers off as well, knowing he was probably tired and wanted to go to sleep. "Night." He mumbled.

"Night." Reba replied. She laid on her side, facing Brock and watched his body move with every breath he took, after a few minutes his breathing evened out and he started to lightly snore. She closed her eyes and tried falling asleep, but it had been a long, busy night. She had a lot on her mind, not to even mention Liz coming tomorrow. She tossed and turned and watched the alarm change from 10:00 to 11:00 to 11:45 before she finally got up and walked down to the kitchen. She grabbed a wine glass and the red wine from the cabinet above the fridge. She sat at one of the stools and poured a glass, slowly sipping it and watching the clock on the stove. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and knew they were Brocks. He walked into the dark kitchen with just the light above the stove on and squinted at Reba.

"Sorry if I woke ya." She said, turning back to look at the stove.

"It's alright. I was only half asleep anyway."

"I just have a lot on my mind." Reba said, exhausted.

"I know you do. Jake was pretty bold… wasn't expecting that at all."

"I know…" Reba agreed before taking a big gulp.

"Do you love me?" Reba laughed quietly at his ridiculous question.

"Not at all, that's why I married you and had your three kids." He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm.

"I mean still."

"It's not really somethin that goes away that easily… is it?"

"No."

"Do you really love me?"

"With everything I have." Reba felt her heart jump into her throat. It was strange to hear him say that.

"Really?"

"No doubt about it." Reba slowly let a smile slide across her face. "And there's one of the best things about you."

"Where the heck did that come from?!" She asked, referring to his 'do you love me' question. "I guess we know where Jake got his boldness…" Brock sat next to her and poured more in her glass for himself. He took a sip and shrugged.

"I just wanted to make sure… maybe we should start reminding each other."

"Kinda hard when we're constantly arguin…" Reba stated.

"We'll work on it." Brock said.

"Promise?" Brock nodded.

"Promise."

"Brock?" She said after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked, still speaking quietly. He looked at her unsure.

"I guess that depends…" She took a deep breath.

"Could you kiss me?" She asked, kind of nervous. Their lips hadn't touched in two months… it was a big deal. He smirked.

"I guess I could probably do that for you…" He moved a little closer, holding one of her hands. She watched his lips the whole time as he gently caressed her neck with his other hand. Both of their eyes closed as soon as they felt each others breath. Reba impatiently closed the tiny, little gap they had left between them and both of their heart rates instantly jumped up. They stayed still for a few seconds, not knowing if they should continue or not. It scared them both to think that out of all the years they had been together they had never been so unsure. Even when they were just dating.. Brock pulled back an inch to see what she wanted. Her eyes were still shut and her swollen lips were parted a little, he took that as 'kiss me again' and quickly took advantage of the opportunity. She was relieved he did, if he hadn't she definitely wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Brocks other hand slid up to her neck as well and she held her own hand behind his back. After a few seconds she pulled back and rested her forehead on his shoulder leaving both of them breathless and clueless as to what to do now.

"Thanks…" She whispered, kind of awkwardly.

"Anytime…" He replied into the crook of her neck, giving her chills. He gave her a peck on the neck, then pulled back. "You okay?" She nodded.

"I just wanted to see…"

"See…?"

"Y'know… haven't you ever kissed someone and felt nothing? No sparks, no need for more. Just one kiss and that was all you wanted… If you even wanted that?" He thought about it and nodded.

"A lot of times, actually."

"With other women, right?" Reba asked with an eyebrow raised. He smirked and nodded.

"I've never felt that one kiss was enough with you." Reba smiled, relieved to hear that. It felt nice to get along with him. And it felt especially nice to feel the 'wildfires', as Reba calls it, between them as soon as their lips touched.

"Lets stay like this tomorrow."

"I know." Brock said. "What's with the kids?"

"I guess they find it weird that their parents don't talk… especially considering they're married and sleep in the same bed." Reba picked up the glass of wine and took a sip. "Speakin of which, we should probably go up to bed before Jake wakes up to come in and doesn't find us."

"He needs to start stayin in his own room, Reba." Brock said.

"I know, but when he comes in I'm too tired, so I just let him climb in."

"Well, I'm sick of wakin up with feet in my back. You finally stopped hoggin the bed, then Jake starts sleepin with us."

"I was not a bed hog, you butt!"

"Bull. Reba, you've pushed me off the bed before… How someone so tiny can take up such a huge bed is beyond me, but you managed."

"You'd always get all close to me! So I'd push you away…"

"It's called 'cuddling', Reba. Most women like it."

"Do I look like most women? I like it when I want to do it, not when you do." Brock rolled his eyes and Reba chuckled.

"C'mon, lets go to bed. You're probably gonna get up earliy to cook." Reba nodded and sighed while Brock finished the glass and put it in the sink, then he put the bottle back in the cabinet so Reba wouldn't have to climb on the counter again. Reba had already started walking up the stairs, so he quickly shut the stove light off and followed his wife. She stuck her head in everybody's room as she walked down the hallway and felt relieved when she saw her son sleeping peacefully, spread out with his mouth open in his racecar bed. She quietly shut his door, then walked into their bedroom. She climbed into bed and yawned just as Brock walked in, then she felt him walk into the bed and laughed quietly.

"Ow! Son of a bitch…" Reba continued to laugh until he climbed into bed. "I stubbed my toe… I swear you secretly move our bed an inch every once in a while just so I'll do that."

"Our bed hasn't moved in months, Brock." She said, silently laughing and rolling her eyes at her own comment.

"Believe me, I know…" She scuffed and he got himself comfortable, turning his back towards her, just because that was the way he was comfortable, not anything to do with her. Reba watched him for a few seconds, half tempted to wrap her arm around him and show him that she didn't mind 'cuddling' tonight, but decided against it. They had shown enough affection for one night. "Goodnight, honey." She instantly got a lump in her throat at the word 'honey', they didn't call each other those names anymore, they hadn't in months. It wasn't that part that drove her off the edge, it was his next sentence. "I love you." She closed her eyes and felt a few tears fall down her temples and into her hair as she faced the ceiling. She sniffled quietly and wiped her face, then lightly rested her arm around his middle, which surprised him at first, then she kissed the back of his shoulder.

"I love you, too." She whispered quietly, not knowing if he even heard her.