Brock had his arms wrapped around Reba's waist, her hand was resting softly in his. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in her surroundings.
"My God. What have I done?" She asked herself, sitting up. "Brock!" she whispered harshly. Shaking him. " We gotta get you outta here before..." Jake suddenly walked into the room.
"Mom, Kyra took my game boy!" He noticed his dad lying by his mother, who were both in a disheveled state. "Dad?" His eyes grew wide.
"Uhh...Jakie, It's not what it...uhh." He sat up, grabbing for the explanation.
"Uhh...What your father is trying to say is...Don't tell your sisters that your dad is up here."
"But he is. What about my game boy?" Jake whined.
"I'll ground her later. But you can't tell."
"Ok." He closed the door.
"Oh, Brock." Reba snuggled closer to him, looking for comfort, and he held her close. "Why did we do that. Our kids. They have enough..."
"Reba," Brock soothed, "This was for us. The kids will adjust. They're strong. Like their mother." He kissed her head, and softly caressed her hand with his.
"But what does this mean?" She turned towards him, a confused look on her face.
"I don't know." He squeezed her tighter and looked over at the clock. "Reba, It's 10:00"
"What?" Reba sprang out of bed. "I'm taking a shower." She wrapped her small figure in a robe and headed to the bathroom. Brock watched her every move. "Go! Sneak out, somehow."
"Reba. I'm staying here. In the guest room.
"Oh. Yea." Reba laughed nervously.
"Baby, everything will be fine." He blew her a kiss from across the room and she air kissed him back as he snuck out the door. Little did he know, Cheyenne was on the other side of the door.
"Dad? What are you doing in mom's room. And without a shirt?"
"She needed a towel."
Brock tried.
"Dad, I'm a married woman, Tell me."
"I'm not telling anyone anything." As Cheyenne walked away she whispered,
"Bow Chicka Bow-Bow."
"Cheyenne!"
"Van!" Cheyenne yelled as she came down the stairs. She found her husband and daughter in the kitchen, where they usually were. "Do you know where my father was? Shirtless?" Van's expression showed that his mind was blank. "Bow Chicka Bow-Bow." Cheyenne hinted.
"Cheyenne, not in front of the B-A-B-I-E"
"No, Van. Not us."
"Then who?"
"My dad."
"With..." Van suddenly came to the conclusion. "Oh!" He looked around. "Ew!"
"I know. Do you think they'll get back together?"
"Who's getting back together?" Reba asked, coming into the kitchen fully dressed and in a fantastic mood.
"Dad and BJ." Cheyenne covered up.
No. Reba thought. "I don't know." Truthfully, she could care less if they did. She'd had her night. Cheyenne and Van talked away in the corner while Reba made coffee.
"Do you know something I don't know?" Reba asked them slyly.
"No!" Van snapped "Of course not."
"Cheyenne." Reba pressed, stepping closer. Cheyenne blushed under the pressure.
"We know." She stated.
"Know what?" Reba's worst fear was being confirmed.
"About you and Mr. Hhhhotttt!" Van said, rolling his 'H'. Reba stared at him blankly, then looked over to Cheyenne.
"Cheyenne, what me and your father did is... none of your business." Reba took her coffee and retreated to the other room. She found Brock on the couch.
"Brock. They know. Well, all except Kyra. And I don't think Jake really understood." Reba sat down next to him.
"Ok, well as long as Kyra doesn't know."
"True." Reba looked at him. "Why are you wearing a turtle neck?"
"We're you drunk last night?" He asked sarcastically.
"Oh. Right." She grinned. "You know your daughter's gonna do a check." She snapped his turtleneck suggestively.
"Well, I'll try and keep away." He whispered as he captured Reba's mouth in a sweet kiss.
"Brock." She said softly as they parted. "Does B.J. know about this divorce you are getting?"
"Yes, Reba." Brock said monotonously.
"Alright."
"Reba, it was her idea."
"What was?"
"The divorce."
"What?" Reba was so surprised she almost laughed.
"So I guess it's really happening. I signed the papers last night, before I came downstairs and..."
"Stop!" She cut him off with her hand raised.
"Right."
"So, the thing that ended our marriage has come full circle."
"Right."
Reba lay a hand on his cheek and leaned in. He wrapped his arms around her and she kissed him longingly. A sob was heard from behind them.
"Kyra!" Reba yelled. "Oh..." She sprang up and tried to run after her but she was gone.
Reba found her daughter 10 minutes later, sitting in the tree house. "Kyra." Reba said soothingly. "Baby, let me talk to you." Kyra was crying. " I know what's upsetting you, and I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She climbed up into the tree house. "It's just that, with your father living here, I..."
"Mom! Believe it or not, I like B.J. She's my step-mom, and I don't want her and Dad to get a divorce. If they do, Barbara Jean won't stay around." Reba hugged her.
"Trust me, Honey. B.J. will always, always be around."
"Then you and Dad, on the couch? What if he hurts you again?" Kyra broke away from Reba's motherly embrace. "He obviously has not changed. He's doing the same thing to B.J. that he did to you."
"Kyra. They are getting a divorce."
"So you want to help it along?"
"Kyra, I'm sorry." Reba tried to defend herself.
"Yea, I bet. I'm going to stay with BJ for awhile." And Kyra was gone.
Reba went back into the living room with tears forming in her eyes. Brock opened his arms for her to fall into.
"She's mad, at us both. For something I would never think of. Hurting BJ."
Reba wiped away her tears. Brock rose and walked towards the stairs.
"Reba, am I going to regret this?"
"I hope not." He proceeded to walk up the stairs.
"Reba?" He turned around. "Will you ever take me back?"
She paused.
"I already have."
