Let's get physical - 03

Reba came back to the house seeing Cheyenne and Barbra Jean waiting for her in the living room. Reba glanced at them not saying a word.

"How was your date with the hot doc?" Asked Barbra Jean, then she burst out with laughter. "Get it? Hot doc!" Reba gave her a deadly glare. Barbra Jean shut up.

"Mom, is everything alright?" Cheyenne was worried; her mom might have heard bad results from her test.

"He said I have to watch out for my cholesterol and cut down on sugar."

"And?"

"He transferred me to another doctor."

"Why is that?" Cheyenne puzzled

"I didn't ask. Dare I ask him why?"

"Oh poor Reba." Barbra Jean patted Reba's back. "He implying that you're fat that's why he want you to cut down on sugar. And he brushed you off to another doctor. So he didn't have to see you again. This is worst than a one night stand."

"How's that?" Reba was confused.

"Well, it's just like when you go to a restaurant and you see something that looks good on a menu, and you order it, but when it arrives you were like 'that's not what I ordered.' so you send it back without wanting a bite. I mean-"

"Alright I get it!" Reba cut Barbra Jean off. "Thanks for a vote of confidence, I shall never date again."

"I don't think so, I mean, he asked mom out on a date. He must have liked what he saw." Cheyenne disagreed with Barbra Jean's assumption

"Oh cut it out you two! Do you realize how awkward and creepy this conversation is?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Brock joined the conversation, walking in to the room with a bottle of beer.

"Nothing!" Reba glared at her daughter and her friend not to say a word. Nothing could shut Barbra Jean.

"The handsome doctor transferred Reba's file to someone else!"

"So he's serious about dating you, isn't he?" Brock's comment turned all eyes to stare at him. "What?

"What you mean by that, dad?"

"Well, if your mom is still his patient, he can't date her, so he has to transfer her to one of the other doctors. It's a logical thing to do if you want to date your patient." Explained Brock.

"Well Brock, now I know why I liked you before, thank you for making me feel better! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a shower and dream about the hot doc... Doctor! Urgg… look what you just made me say!" Reba hissed at Barbra Jean, making her way up the stairs.

"Wait, why did you guys think he transferred you?" Reba ignored his question, but after a few steps up the stairs she heard him laugh hysterically.

"About that transferring the patient to other doctor if you want to date her, Brock. Is that why you transferred Miss Eva Halina to someone else?"

"No, no honey I... I transferred her because you're not comfortable with her being my patient." Brock stumbled, not expecting to be asked that question. Reba waited for Andrew to call her to ask her out for another date, but he never did. She started to lose hope. Maybe he was upset that she didn't give him a good night kiss. Well, he didn't try and collected one.

"I bet he has a wife." Barbra Jean made an assumption.

"He said he's single."

"Oh, a man would say anything to get you naked," stated Van.

"Van, the man is a doctor. People pay him to examine their body parts." Cheyenne told her husband. "He sees naked woman all the time."

"Man, I'm so in the wrong business!" Cheyenne smacked him on the back of his head. "Why else he didn't call then?"

"Brock, am I that hard to look at, naked?" Ask Reba to Brock who had just made a mistake of walking in. He stopped dead in his tracks. His bottom jaw hit the floor.

"Err... whatever do you mean?" too late for him to turn around and pretend he didn't hear the question now.

"The hunky doc didn't call her," explained Barbra Jean

"Well, you're the only one who ever saw me, and I really need a boost of confidence here."

"Oh you can't ask me that question, sitting next to my wife! By all means, no woman should ever ask that question when the man's wife's within an ear shot." Reba just buried her face in her hands. "Alright, you're really making me putting my own neck under the knife here, but here goes." He sat on the coffee table in front of his ex "You look terrific. Nothing wrong with your body I can assure you that."

"I'm sorry, I really can't find comfort from the man who left me!"

"Then why the heck did you ask?"

"Cause I'm desperate that's why!" The mystery solved itself the next day when Andrew finally called her to tell her that he didn't call because he had to wait to talk to the other doctor that would take over her file. She had been on vacation. Now that Reba was no longer his patient, he'd like to take her out on a date and collect good night kisses at the end of the date. That phone call just made her day!

Reba was ready for her real date with the hunky doc, when Brock, Barbra Jean, Van and Cheyenne all sat in her living room waiting to see her off with her official date.

"Don't you people have your own homes?"

"Where are you going tonight mom?" Cheyenne giggled

"I'll tell you where we're not going, your house! Now would you please just leave me alone?"

"But we want an introduction to the hot doc."

"Stop calling him that! His name is Andrew, Andrew Oakley."

"Andrew, get your gun! That's cute." Cheyenne giggled.

"Oh He's already carried one, and I'm sure it loaded," comment Barbra Jean suggestively.

"Stop it you two, I'm sure he heard that joke all his life. And it's not funny." Reba rolled her eyes. The doorbell rang; Barbra Jean beat Reba to the door. She opened it and found Andrew standing by the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Hi there handsome." Barbra Jean couldn't help it. "Is that for me?" She took the flowers from his hand; Brock and Reba exchanged an awkward glance. They knew Barbra Jean meant no harm; it was just her habit of flirting with good-looking men.

"Hello, you must be Barbra Jean, Reba told me about you." Andrew extended his hand for a friendly handshake, but Barbra Jean didn't want that.

"Come here you!" That was Barbra Jean's proper greeting, a bear hug.

"Barbra Jean!" Shouted Reba seeing her date struggled. Cheyenne got off the couch and introduced herself.

"Hi Andrew, I'm Cheyenne, her daughter"

"And I'm Van her son-in-law. A.K.A her guardian" Van tried to make a fierce face. He was almost as tall as the doctor.

"Van and Cheyenne, Reba talked about you two and a cute little girl name Elizabeth." Andrew tried to make peace.

"You want to see her pictures?" Van changed his attitude, pulling out his wallet.

"I'd love that." Andrew genuinely showed his interest to the little girl.

"Why see her picture, she's playing with Henry by the tree house, I'll go get her." Announced Cheyenne getting up. Reba pressed her back down.

"Some other time, we're going to see a movie, so we better get going."

"Going to a movie huh? You better keep your hands off her. I know your type." Brock stood tall trying to stretch to look taller.

"Of course you do, you are that type," said Reba to Brock with a glare. "We should really get going." She finally was able to pull him out of the house. "I'm so sorry, they are always interested in who I'm dating."

"I like them, I like the fact that you guys are a tight family who's ready to protect one another. I can sense a special bonding that's hard to find nowadays, and that's a good quality I admire."

"Oh good, I was afraid that they'll scare you off, if you like this kind of chaos, wait till you meet Kyra and Jake, Henry and Elizabeth. Believe me, you'll wish you were left alone in an island without a living soul." Andrew chuckled at her comment, and they went to watch a movie and went for a romantic dinner. He dropped her off after the date was over.

"You wanna come in?"

"I'd love that." However, as soon as she opened the door, she spotted Barbra Jean ducking behind the counter, Cheyenne disappearing into a huge chest, Van putting on a lampshade over his head pretending to be a lamp. "Sometimes I wonder if they're really stupid or just act like it". Reba mumbled aloud. "Let's sit and talk outside." Andrew chuckled, he saw them trying to hide too, so they sat by the bench outside talking and planning the next date. Before he said goodbye, he collected his good night kiss that shook her whole world. They broke the kiss realizing that they sat by the window and those three goofy people peaked through the window curtain. Reba glared at them, they quickly closed the curtain. Once Andrew left, she smacked each one of them. "What in the heck y'all up to?"

"We just want to see how your date went?"

"As y'all see, it went pretty well," answered Reba dreamingly

"You're always all about the sparks, did you feel the spark with this one mom?"

"Let me put it this way, the last time I feel that kind of spark, I had three kids with the man."

"Really? With who?" Barbra Jean was excited. Reba didn't answer, she excused herself to get ready for bed. Andrew said he would take her out again tomorrow. Finally her life was back on track. He was single, never married, so she didn't have to fear someone might drop by and accuse her for stealing a husband. She had a nice dream.

Couple of dates later, when Reba was getting ready for Andrew to pick her up, her family was there, again.

"Why did you move out if you gonna keep coming here?" Reba mumbled.

"It's not fair, why does Reba always get to go out with the hunky doctor." Barbra Jean started to become jealous now that Reba hardly had time to spend with her anymore.

"Barbra Jean honey, you're married to a hunky doctor," said Brock with a sweet grin. Reba and Van burst out into laughter. Cheyenne tried not to laugh.

"That's not funny." Brock put on a long face.

"Sure... it's not..." Van tried to stop laughing.

"So this one is serious? Are you sure he can fill my shoes?"

"Get off your high horse Brock, anyone can fill your cheap shoes." Reba let out a soft sigh "But I think he hides something from me thought. Sometimes when we were in the middle of the date, his phone rings and I can see on the screen 'home', do you think he lies to me about not being married? I mean who else would call him from home?"

"I think you should break up with him!" Barbra Jean found her opportunity.

"No, I think you should ask him." Cheyenne disagreed with Barbra Jean.

"I think you should spy on him" Van put in his two cents

"But I think you should trust him" And every one glanced at Brock. "What?"

"Like I trusted you before? I'm going to take Cheyenne's advice, I'll ask him." with that Reba left for her date, and sure enough his phone rang again, well actually, vibrated. Reba decided to confront the hunky doc. He decided to admit, by taking her to his house: a big house on the hill.

"I have a daughter."