She guessed she had slept no more than thirty minutes because she could still feel the morning aura before she even opened her eyes. Inhaling deeply and preparing herself in case she hadn't woke up from what she thought was a dream, Reba opened her eyes to find herself still in bed in the same pajamas she was in when she went to sleep the night before, the same ones she was wearing when Brock was in her room. Sitting up slowly, she looked around her room. She no longer saw Brock's furniture or his stuff on the other end-table. The sheets on the other side of the bed weren't in disarray from a pillow fight, they were fairly neat.

Deciding to take a chance, Reba called out, "Brock? Are you in here?"

Her question was directed in the way of the bathroom to her right, but no response came and for that, she was relieved. A little more happier, she climbed out of bed and put on her robe, noting the time on her alarm clock; six forty-five. She shook her head as she walked down the stairs, confused. At least she wouldn't be late for work because of some bad dream.

As she made her way across the living room and into the kitchen, she heard Jake and Kyra's voice mixed with Brock's. She nearly stopped dead in her tracks. She'd had very strong dreams before, but this was something else. Was she awake or asleep? It was very unsettling to not be one hundred percent sure.

Cautiously, she made her way into the kitchen.

"Morning, Mom," Jake greeted her from the table over a plate of waffles.

"Mornin'," She responded. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Sure..."

She made her way over to the coffee pot, watching Brock carefully as he filled the waffle maker. "What are you doing here?" She asked him as she slowly poured a cup of coffee.

"Uh..." He said, trying to buy some time to think up a lie as he slowly stirred what was left of the waffle mix. "I came over early this morning. Wanted to spend some quality time with the kids." He looked up at her with that half smile of his.

"No, he didn't," Kyra spoke up. Both adults looked her way as she explained further. "Him and Jake fell asleep on the couch, playing video games."

"Snitch!" Jake hollered.

Kyra shrugged. "If you're going to pollute your mind with pointless video games, you have to be willing to face the consequences."

"You were playing games with him last night?" Reba asked.

"Yes..." Brock said. "But you said I could, remember?"

"Yes, I do remember. I was making sure you did."

"I asked you. Of course I remember."

"Was I in a car accident last night?" She asked suddenly.

"Yeah," Brock told her, unsure of her choice of question. "You hit your head. Did you forget about it?"

"No..." She ran a hand through her hair. "I was just...making sure I didn't dream it."

"Okay..."

She nodded. "Yeah. No big deal." She smiled, relieved that her experience was only a dream and that everything was normal once again. "So, what's everybody up to today?"

Fridays were usually hectic days at the office. Everybody wanted to get their business done before the weekend and those who didn't, came back on Monday making the start of the week just as busy. Reba wasn't looking forward to the dreaded Monday blues, but she dreaded her next open house even more. It seemed like she couldn't sell the house for anything. Nobody was interested in the least bit and it was frustrating, especially when she felt like she hadn't slept much the night before.

She had a little under half an hour before she had to leave for the open house, so she decided to take a quick power nap in her office. All her paperwork was done so she figured there was no harm. It wasn't the first time she had napped at work and it certainly wouldn't be the last. She slipped off her high heels, leaving them under her desk and locked her office door before going to the leather love seat that was set against the wall for clients and lied down, closing her eyes with a tired sigh. Just a few minutes would energize her just enough to make it through the last three hours of work.

A loud knocking woke her up. She could hear it but she was still half asleep. Forcing her eyes open, she saw that she was no longer in her office, she was in her living room lying on the couch. That really woke her up. She sat up and looked around, wondering how she got to her home without realizing she was driving from her office. The thought frightened her, but she couldn't think about it at the moment with the irritating knocking on the front door.

She stood and walked over, unlocking the door and opening it to find Brock on the other side.

"Hey, babe. Forgot I had taken my house key off my key-chain to get some spares made." He kissed her cheek as he passed her. "You have a good day?"

Reba was still standing at the door, trying to comprehend what was happening. Was she having a continuation of her earlier dream? Or something else.

"I guess so," She said, closing the door and turning to see Brock entering the kitchen. She decided to follow him.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he washed his hands at the sink.

"Shouldn't you be at your house for dinner?" She asked.

He looked up. "Come on. Not this again."

"What?"

"Are you still on this 'we're not married' thing? Reba, we're married, okay? This is not a dream, this is not an alternate universe. We've been married for twenty-seven years, okay?"

"Don't treat me like I'm five years old."

"Then stop playing these games."

He went over to the refrigerator and Reba found herself unconsciously touching her belly. She smoothed her shirt over her stomach and swallowed.

"Okay," She said. "Say we are married and I'm not dreaming."

"Alright." He shut the refrigerator door and turned to her.

"Prove it."

"Would you like me to show you our wedding rings again or would you prefer to see a copy of the marriage license?"

"I know what both of those look like, Brock. I've seen them before."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Figure something out. I'm getting kind of concerned here. Just a few minutes ago, I was in my office taking a nap and I woke up here."

"Your office?"

"I'm a realtor."

Brock rolled his eyes and pushed passed her. "What the hell, Reba."

She followed him as he disappeared up the stairs, clearly ticked off.

"I'm sorry. I tried explaining everything to you this morning. I tried telling you that I was afraid and you took it so lightly."

When they arrived in Reba's room, he turned to her. "How would you like it if I kept denying my love for you? What if I kept saying that our life wasn't right, that is was all messed up. A...a dream of some sort? How would you like that?"

She flinched as she heard him use the word 'love' and 'you' in a sentence to her. It had been awhile since she had heard it and it was a little odd.

"I have heard you say those things," She told him quietly. "Seven years ago when you decided you didn't want to be with me anymore."

"And that's how I know that you were dreaming. How could I ever not want to be with you?"

"You wanted to be with Barbra Jean."

He shook his head. "No, I don't. I love you."

She stared at him, wondering how she was able to keep her composure after he said those words a second time.

"You used to. A long time ago."

"No. I do love you. So much." He caressed her face with his hand, running his thumb across the soft part under her eye. "I know I don't always show it, but I do. How can this not be real?" He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, hearing her gasp in surprise.

Her heart started to race as she felt so many emotions and feelings come rushing back. She hadn't felt his kiss in over seven years and she didn't know what to make of it. It felt real. It felt right. And the latter was what probably scared her most.