Reba shot up from her bed in a cold sweat. She reached beside her and felt Brock's arm. Her heart was pounding. She had been having dreams like that for a week now. The dreams weren't exactly the same, but they consisted of the same idea, Brock cheating.

"It was just a dream." She whispered to herself.

Brock rolled over and turned on the lamp after being awoken by Reba's touch. "Honey? What's wrong?" Brock asked wiping the sleep from his eyes before propping himself up on his elbows to look at her.

"I just had a dream. That's all." Reba said not wanting to go into detail.

"What was it about?"

"Oh nothing too bad." She said trying to smile.

Brock stared at her for a moment to study her expression. "Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"Ok then. Good night, Sweetie." Brock said before turning off the light and laying down again.

"Brock?" She called after a few moments of silence.

"Hm?"

"Do you love me?"

Brock sat up to look at her face to see if she was kidding. When he saw that she was serious he was shocked. "Why would you even ask that? Of course I love you." He pulled her close to himself so her back was to him and her head was resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her front and gave her a sweet kiss on top of her head.

She sighed "It's just I wasn't sure if I was attractive to you anymore.."

"Honey, you are the most beautiful woman on the face of this planet and there is no one that I could love as much as I love you."

Reba's heart fluttered and she couldn't help but blush. She shifted so that she was facing him. "I love you, Brock."

"I love you too." He said smiling as he caressed her cheek. "Now how about we get some sleep?"

"Ok. Goodnight." She said with a smile as she laid back down. Brock kept his arms around her all night, never letting her go.

The sun was shining in from the window and warmed the side of her face. A smile formed across her face as she remembered Brock's sweet words from the night before. She let her hand fall to her side expecting for it to fall on Brock's chest, but instead was cushioned by sheets. She opened her eyes to look for him but only saw an empty space where his body once had been.

"Was I dreaming he was here?" She said out loud.

The bathroom door opened and Brock walked out. "Hey Honey. Did I wake you up?" He asked replacing his pajama bottoms with his work pants.

"No, I didn't even know you were gone." She replied as she sat up.

"Ok good." He said smiling as he straightened his collar.

Reba pushed the covers up and moved her legs so the were over the edge of the bed.

"I have to go to work. I love you, Honey." Brock said placing a kiss on her lips.

"Ok, I love you too." She said smiling as she watched him walk out of the bedroom.

She went to the window and pushed the curtain to the side to watch him drive away. A sigh left her lips and a smile formed.

"Mom?" Cheyenne asked coming into the room.

"Hm?"

"Do you think this outfit is cute?"

Reba turned to look at her daughter. "Yeah, I think you look adorable." She said with a smile.

"Ok, I'm changing." Cheyenne said turning to leave.

"Why? You look cute." Reba said confused.

"That's exactly why, Mom. I mean no offense, your old. What kids nowadays think is cool isn't the same as what kids did when you were my age."

"Oh, you mean back in the stone-age?" Reba said with a smirk.

"Mom! I should give you a make-over!" Cheyenne exclaimed.

"No offense, Honey, but if I wear pants like you the circulation in my legs will get cut off." Reba said jokingly.

"They aren't that tight." Cheyenne said in a huff before leaving the room.

Reba laughed to herself and looked in the mirror.

"I'm sure not the woman I used to be" She thought to herself eyeing her messy hair and tired eyes. "Hmm, maybe I should let Cheyenne give me a new sexy look. I mean tomorrow is my anniversary..". She was brought out of her thoughts by the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Why hello there!"

"Lori-Ann?" Reba asked surprised.

"That's my name."

"Oh, how are ya? I haven't talked to you in forever."

"I know, Hunny." They talked on the phone all day. It was about 5:00 at night before they hung up with each other.

Reba looked to the clock to check the time and realized Brock should have been home by now. Her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Hart?"

"That's me." Reba replied.

"Hello. I'm Barbra Jean Booker, Mr. Hart's receptionist. I am calling to tell you he will be working late tonight.."

Reba took in a sharp breath and her heart raced. 'No, no, no! This is just like my dream. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.'

"Mrs. Hart?" Barbra Jean called after a few moments of silence.

"Al..Alright."

"Good-bye." Barbra Jean said followed by a click.

Reba's hands were sweating and she let the phone drop to the floor.

'I can't believe this! This is how my dream started...snap out of it Reba! He is your loving husband. He said that himself last night. This is just a coincidence.' She repeated this to herself over and over, forcing herself to believe it.

"I need a beer." She said to no one as she walked into the kitchen.