A/N: I do not own any of the characters. Written in Reba's POV unless otherwise noted.

Man Of The House

"What?" Reba asked, not knowing whether or not to be mad at him or to be loving and lenient.

"I just wanted to talk about visitation," He said and came to sit on the chair beside the couch. He looked at her. "Did you just get up? Did I wake you?"

"Jake woke me up." She wiped tears away. "What do you need, Brock? I have to fix breakfast."

Brock sighed and put his hands in his lap. "We would like to take the kids to Six Flags this weekend."

"We?" Reba shook her head. "My kids aren't going anywhere with you and your mistress!"

"But-"

"No, buts. I don't want them around her!"

"But I'm marrying her. She's going to be their step-mother, Reba. You can't keep me away from my kids because you don't like my wife!"

"Don't say that!" She stood up in a rage. "You are not married to her! You're married to me! To me!" She pointed to herself. "We can take the kids to Six Flags. You and I. Not you and her."

Brock sighed and stood up to meet her eye to eye. "Her name is Barbra Jean. B.J. Her name is B.J."

"Such a stupid name."

Brock threw his hands up. "You...I can't believe you!"

"You can't believe me? You can't believe me?"

"Quit repeating everything you say!"

"Just go! Go! Get out!" She pointed to the door. "Out!"

"This is my house, too, you know."

Reba shook her head. "No, not since you cheated on me, your wife, it's not. You live in your condo. Now go to your house!"

"Don't do this," Brock pleaded as she walked to the door to open it. "Please, let's talk about this."

"I don't want to talk right now." She unlocked the door and held it open. "Come back later. I have to fix breakfast."

Brock walked to the door. "When can we talk, then?"

"I don't know. I'll let you know." She closed her eyes. "Now, just...go."

He walked out, angry and sad and the same time. Reba closed the door after him and broke down again. She sat down on the stairs and began to cry. But it wasn't long before she felt a small hand on her shoulder. Then a head replaced the hand. Jake was hugging her. He was trying to make her feel better.

"I made coffee, Mom," He whispered. "Just how you like it."

Reba wiped her eyes and gave a small smile. "How'd you learn to make coffee?"

Jake shrugged. "I don't know. I just figured it out. I also learned how to work the dishwasher. But I may have used too much soap."

Reba laughed and pulled Jake onto her lap. "Mommy's sorry, bud," She said and hugged him close.

"For what?" Jake asked, confused.

"For not being there and doing the dishes myself. Mommy's not been herself lately."

Jake kissed her cheek. "It's okay, Mom. I like doing the dishes."

Reba shook her head and smiled wider. "You're such a good little man. You're gonna make some girl really happy, you know that?"

Jake scrunched up his nose. "Eww! Girls are gross!"

Reba laughed again and stood up, putting Jake on his own two feet. "Come on," She said. "Let's go get some breakfast!"

"Okay, " Jake responded. "Hey, Mom?"

"Yes, Darlin'?"

"Are we gonna go to Six Flags?"

Reba, again, had to hold back tears but nodded. "Someday, yes, Jakey, we'll go to Six Flags. We'll let you go on all the rides, too. Okay?"

"With Daddy?"

Reba nodded. "With Daddy."

Sorry this wasn't very interesting. I had to get into the story a little. Get Reba and Jake's feelings about everything. It'll get better. I have some pretty interesting ideas. Prepared to be shocked!!

xoxo Katie :o)