Chapter 2

After returning from their trip to Hawaii, Brock and Reba struggle with the choices they must make, as well as the consequences for their actions. Read to discover how this will play out for themselves, as well as the family.

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Just as he plopped down on the couch, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. "Hello?" He asked, putting the phone up to his ear. When Barbra Jean's voice sounded on the other end of the line, he prepared himself to make a trail of lies.

"What happened to Reba!?" She cried frantically.

Brock tried to remain in a calm manor as he replied, "she said she was stressed out and wanted these two days to get ahead in work." There was silence for a moment while Barbra Jean thought about his response.

"Let me talk to her," she said defiantly. "And why did you have to go too? You have a family here Brock Hart! You cannot just leave us. The kids are freaking out," she nearly screamed into the speaker.

Brock pulled the phone away from his face to sigh loudly before resuming their conversation. "She couldn't answer her phone, and I was afraid something bad had happened, so the only thing I could think to do was hop on the next plane available. I tried to get hold of you, but you didn't answer, so I just left a message."

"Let me talk to my best friend Brock Hart or I will climb through this phone and hunt her down myself like a blood hound!" She shouted, ignoring everything Brock had just said.

"She's asleep," he stated simply while running a hand over his face. "Look, can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm getting pretty tired myself. Tell the kids I love them." Barbra Jean continued to ramble on until Brock just sighed and hit the end button. "That woman could talk a mile a minute," he mumbled to himself. His face fell when he realized he didn't have a key to his house and the only other option was to sleep on Reba's couch. He really disliked the idea of that. It always resulted in a crick in the neck or back pain for days.

He looked to the top of the stairs and raised an eyebrow. None of the kids were here and he'd be up before Reba if he set the alarm on his phone. Smirking at his mischievous plan, he made his way up the stairs and into Kyra's old bedroom. When he pushed the door open, the room smelled of the Ed Hardy perfume she spritzed on every day. Her walls were plastered with posters from numerous rock bands. She was independent, hardheaded, loyal, and intelligent, much like her mother. Brock smiled at the memory of Kyra as a little girl. He could tell she was going to be just like Reba from the beginning, if the hair didn't already prove it that is. Thinking back through the years, Reba was a wonderful mother. Funny thing is, she never saw herself as a mother in she and Brock's early relationship. He remembered her saying she wasn't fit to be a mom, but he couldn't think of any way she could have done it better.

He fell back onto Kyra's bed that was cold with her absence. His eyelids fell heavy as his thoughts weighed down, as they did every night. Suddenly too tired to change out of his clothes, he simply kicked his shoes off and cuddled under her covers, welcoming the sleep that was to come.

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Reba jolted up in bed, the covers falling to gather around her waist. Her eyes were squinted against the harsh light streaming in through the curtains. What time was it? Where was she? She looked around to notice familiar surroundings. This was her room..wait, when did she come home? Had she forgotten the last two days of the vacation trip? She threw back the rest of the covers and tossed her legs over the side of the bed. Just as she did so, her head pulsated with a throbbing pain in response. She clutched the side of her head, paralyzed until the aching subsided. Once it did, she looked next to her and thanked God for the glass of water and bottle of pain medicine that sat on her bedside table. After popping two in, she dragged her feet as she made her way to the closed door of her bedroom. She raked her fingers through her mess of hair hoping to detangle what she could.

By using the railing for support, she slowly descended the stairwell. She squinted again at her surroundings, hoping to find evidence of what happened the night before. She couldn't remember a thing. The hardwood floor chilled her feet and just as she stepped down from the entry way, she slipped on a bottle and hit the floor with a thud. She could see blood coming from her elbow, but the only pain she felt was coming from her head.

There was a sound coming from the top of the stairs and she jerked her eyes in that direction to see Brock flying down the stairs to her.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" She shouted, but immediately regretted it from the pain it added to her hangover. Brock ignored her and lifted her body easily from the ground. He helped prop her up steadily until she regained her composure, then led her to the closest bathroom.

Brock turned on the sink so that the water was ice cold, then stuck her elbow underneath the faucet. Reba shrieked at the chill it sent through her body. "What're you tryin to do? Kill me?" She shot daggers at him as he turned off the water and examined her arm again.

"I think there's a piece of glass from the bottle in there, but it's not deep. I can probably get it out with some tweezers." He pulled the drawer open next to him and retrieved a tiny pair of tweezers he assumed Cheyenne used for tweaking between eyebrow waxing appointments.

Reba bit her lip harshly and squeezed her eyes shut as tight as they would go, ready for the pain that was to come.

Brock rolled his eyes at her. "I'm not going to pour alcohol in it Reba, calm down. I can't deal with a hysterical woman."

It was Reba's turn to roll her eyes. They both knew how much she hated when he said that. "Just do it," she mumbled and thrust her elbow towards him.

He nodded and stared at the wound intensely. It wasn't deep, and he could see the little shard clearly. "Here we go," he said as he eased the tweezers closer. In only seconds, the glass was out and safely disposed of in the trash. "Lets get it bandaged up. I swear, its like you get one little paper cut and the floodgates to Niagra Falls open."

"Oh shut up before I slap the fake tan right off your head. It's only-" she checked the clock on the wall hanging above his head, "eight in the morning and you're already irritating me." She huffed loudly.

Brock rummaged through the cabinet to find a bandage and paper tape to blanket the cut. After finding the perfect size, he dressed the wound tightly and stood back to admire his work. "And you say I'm not a real doctor." He scoffed before stepping aside so she could exit the bathroom.

"You're not," she stated matter-of-factly. "You dentists just know how to stuff some gauze over a cut after you dig into someone's gums with a pick. You could stab them in the chest with something and blame it on their lack of flossing."

"We do not!" Brock put his hands on his hips intimidatingly. He looked to the mess of bottles and his face fell. He watched as Reba's did the same.

"What happened last night?" She asked, turning to him.

Brock sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "After you left Hawaii, I followed on the next plane. When I came in, you were on the ground with all of these bottles surrounding you." He paused to scratch his head, then let his arm drop to his side. "I just helped you to bed, I should have cleaned this up before now so you wouldn't have fallen."

Reba shook her head vigorously. "No, no. It's my fault, I was careless. I'll clean it up. Uh...thank you...for helping me last night," she stated awkwardly before passing by him to the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan. When she walked back in, Brock met her halfway and took the cleaning supplies out of her hands.

"I'll clean this, get some breakfast. I know your head must be killing you." He shooed her out of the room and instructed for her to not enter again for the fear of glass hazard. After sweeping all of the mess up and throwing the remains into the recycling bin, he found Reba hanging her head over a steeping mug of coffee. "That bad?" He asked knowingly.

Reba merely nodded her head and took a careful sip of the strong substance in front of her. "What about the kids and Barbra Jean?" She looked up to him questioningly as he got his own mug and sat down in the seat across from her.

"I talked to BJ on the phone last night and explained that you just left and I left too, to make sure everything was alright. I didn't give her much of an explanation other than that. I was pretty tired and no ideas were really coming to mind." He shrugged and took a small sip of his coffee. "I doubt they'll leave early, so we have today and they'll most likely come back tomorrow night."

Reba nodded her head again and looked out the kitchen window. "We made a mistake you know." She turned her head so that her eyes bore into his. "Probably the biggest mistake I've ever made was that night and I can't take it back. It's going to ruin this family Brock. Just as we sorted out all the problems we suffered from, I had to go and do something so stupid as that." She covered her face with her hands and he watched as tears seeped through her thin, dainty fingers.

The chair screeched against the floor as he slid back and stood. After Reba didn't move, he walked around to her side of the table and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hey, come here," he said gently while helping her rise from her seat. She turned around as he wrapped his arms around her upper body. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and he squeezed her tighter into his embrace. His lips landed softly on the crown of her red hair and he let them linger there, just wanting to comfort her in any way possible.

"What's done is done and although it may hurt the family, they'll understand in the end. It was a long time coming, I think we both know that. I think we all know that." He allowed the words to hang in the air, saying aloud what both of them were thinking. It felt different with Reba, making love with her was maybe the only thing that could temporarily accommodate the feeling of completeness. He didn't regret it. And he knew, he never would.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 coming soon.