Ch. 2 Reminiscing

Reba awoke to the smell of warm bacon and eggs. She was still drowsy from not sleeping well. She rolled over to find that Brock was no longer in her bed but instead there was a note on the pillow that read: "I hope you slept well, now come downstairs and eat breakfast." Reba smiled at the gesture and got out of bed to get ready.

Cheyenne came into the kitchen carrying Elizabeth and was a little confused as to why her dad was there, especially making breakfast that was mom's job. "Hi daddy! What are you doing here so early?"

"Hi honey, I couldn't sleep last night so I came over and slept on the couch. Eggs, bacon?"

Cheyenne was helping herself to the food when Van came in.

"Mmm... Mrs. H something smells delicious and man am I hungry!"

"Well I made lots of bacon and eggs." Brock said trying to imitate Reba's voice and he had to laugh because he thought he did a pretty good job.

"Oh Mr. H... uhh sorry, it's just that Mrs. H usually makes breakfast and I uhh..."

"Van it's ok, Reba is still sleeping she didn't sleep well last night. Just grab your plate and start eating."

Van was way ahead of Brock, he had already managed to have eaten two pieces of bacon and was working on his third.

"Hey dad, where's Kyra?"

Brock paused, he had completely forgotten that Kyra was still at his house and he had forgotten to tell her that he was leaving. Cheyenne paused to think about what it was she had said and based off her father's expression she realized that he had forgotten all about her.

"I'll be right back." Brock said as he was already halfway out the door.

Reba stumbled into the kitchen to see Cheyenne, Van, and Elizabeth all enjoying their meal. She was however a little disappointed that Brock was not there.

"Good morning mom!"

"Mornin' Mrs. H"

"Morning, where's your father?"

"Oh he went to make sure Kyra knows that he is over here, he's coming back. Did you know that he slept on our couch last night?"

Reba knew that he had not slept on the couch, instead he had slept right next to her all night, but her daughter did not need to know that. "Ya I knew he was here."

Reba sat down on one of the stools with the newspaper in one hand and her coffee in the other. As she was taking a bite of her eggs Brock walked in. When he saw her his heart skipped a beat and his breath stopped. After a couple seconds of staring he managed to say "Hey Reba!"

"Hey Brock. Cheyenne, Van, can we have a minute please?"

Once they were gone Reba turned to Brock and she could feel her heart start to beat faster, he just looked so...wow.

"I just wanted to thank you for last night, you didn't have to stay with me" she started to feel herself blushing, "It's just that I have that awful dream every night and sometimes I just can't fall asleep after it." She tried to continue but Brock stopped her, "Shh Reba, don't worry about it, just eat your breakfast. Are you at least feeling better?" She nodded.

A moment of silence went by until Reba broke it "Brock?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you ever think of what it was like? I mean before our separation? We used to have these late night conversations and look into each other's eyes..." She started to trail off and Brock was a little surprised that she was showing this much weakness. Of course he thought about their married life, in fact she was all he could think about.

Brock really wanted to lean in and kiss her soft lips and hold her and never let go. Reba must have known what was going on in Brock's mind because she started to blush. Snapping out of it Brock suddenly became very concerned,

"Reba what exactly was the nightmare about?"