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Rated: PG-13 - has some sexual language but not much.

Chapter 2

It had been two weeks since Reba and Brock consumed their love for each other. Reba was sitting at the kitchen bar wondering if it was a mistake. She could not be for sure, as she felt her feelings for Brock resurface. She could not help but think of the ways he held and touch her that afternoon. Later, he help with dinner and dessert but didn't stay for either as Barbra Jean walked through the door with Henry and making their exit but not before Brock and Reba locked eyes knowing what they both wanted but couldn't have at that moment. She did not want to hurt Barbra Jean as they had become friends over the years but her heart could not fight the feeling she was feeling. She wanted Brock and he wanted her back for the first time in six years or could it have been since they divorce. Reba took a sip of her coffee, as she wondered why she could not be with any other man since divorcing Brock, it was obvious, she loves him still and maybe she would always. Reba's thoughts were interrupting by the front door. She walked out to the living as she heard the door knocking louder.

"Hold your horses, I'm coming." Reba said as she opened the front door to Barbra Jean. "Barbra Jean, you know what time it is?" She said looking down at her watch and realizing it was just a little past 8:00 in the morning.

"I know Reba, but I got to talk to you." BJ said rushing past Reba.

"What is it?"

"I think Brock is cheating on me this time."

"How so?" Reba said as her ears perked up. "Why do you believe that and haven't we had this conversation before?"

"Yes but he has been acting weird for two weeks now. He barely talks to me or…" She got close to Reba and whisper "…or touch me." She said crying. Reba felt sorry for her as she bawled her eyes out. She wanted to tell her everything but that could jeopardize everything she wanted but then again she would be hurting Barbra Jean by telling her that she was the other woman. "What should I do, Reba?" Barbra Jean looks at her with tears filling her eyes. Reba did not know what to tell her, as she could not handle it herself.

"Barbra Jean, maybe you should be talking to your therapist about this. I'm not an expert at relationships." Reba said hoping to Barbra Jean to back off.

"You are my best friend, Reba. I thought you could give me the advice but maybe you can't." She said drying her tears. "Also, you know Brock better than anybody does."

"We're divorced, I don't know him anymore. That's what you should be doing." Reba said as she moved away. She did not want this conversation and she wish one of the kids was here. She was acting like a coward but it made her nervous thinking about if the affair came out in public. The affair would affect everyone.

"I just wish I knew what to do." Barbra Jean said frustrated. Reba's heart broke that moment as she watched the blonde sit down on the couch.

"Barbra Jean, have you ever thought that you and Brock are just drifting apart too much to repair." Reba said down beside her.

"Many times, I just don't want to end up alone." She admitted.

"I can't tell you what to do, Barbra Jean. I can only tell you that it's your decision to save your marriage and Brock's." Reba said.

"Thanks for the talk, Reba. I need it." She said getting up. "I know you probably got a busy day ahead, so I won't keep you. Thanks again" She said walking out the front door. Reba breathe a sign of relieve as she lend her head back on the sofa. She slowly drifted off to sleep. She started to dream about her and Brock.

As his hands roamed her body, she moans as he kisses down her neck and up to her mouth. She rubbed her hands down his back as he slowly made love to her. She felt the tension build from within her as he gently strokes her. He wanted to make it perfect, to show his love for her as he slowly kisses down her jaw line and down her neck once more. Reba tilted her head back to let him have more access as he felt her moan low in her throat as he gently suck the tender flesh. They came together and soon were lying in the afterglow of their afternoon lovemaking. She gently covers his chest in kisses as he ran his hand through her red hair.

"I wish we could stay this way forever." Brock said as Reba looked up as he smiled happily at her.

"Me too, Brock" She said as she kissed him passionately. She was about to kiss back down his chest but hear somebody calling out her name.

"Reba!" Brock shook her gently, calling out her name once more but she softly opened her eyes. It took her a minute before she re-called where she was and what had happened.

"Brock, is that you?" She said as she slowly rose up from the couch.

"Yeah, are you okay?" He asked concern.

"I was having a dream."

"About what?" He asked.

"None of your business, what are you doing here?" She said looking at him.

"Well, I haven't seen you since that afternoon. I was getting concern."

"Really? It took you two weeks to decide that you were concern about me." She said getting up.

"It took me two weeks to decide to file a divorced from Barbra Jean. I did that this morning."

"You did what?" She asked as angry filled her. "Your wife was here this morning bawling her eyes out because she wants your marriage to work. She came to me for advice and I couldn't give it to her because I'm your mistress."

"You're not my mistress, Reba. You are the only woman that I love."

"How can you say that after being married to her for six years. You just don't fall out of love with somebody."

"I don't want her."

"I know that Brock but everything is going to be weird." She said getting up.

"I thought we fought about this the other day."

"We did but we're doing it again. I'm not sure about this…us." She said staring at him. Brock went over to her and gently took her in his arms. When she didn't move, he made the space between them smaller.

"I'm sure about this; you are the only person that I want to be with. You are my best friend and I am so in love with you Reba that you are all I think about at night. Your body pressed again mine when we make love." He said gently kissing her lips. "When you say my name when I'm giving you the pleasure or when you're angry at me. It turns me on." He said kissing her with a little more force. She begin to response to his kisses by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back with just as much force that he was giving her. He pulled her body closer to his as he moved down her neck.

"We are not done talking." Reba said breathless as Brock picked her up.

"For right now, we are…" He said going toward her bedroom. She smiled at him and shut the door behind them.