Reba's POV
I just need to relax. I should tell him. Next time I see him without BJ I will tell him. I will not be nervous, I will tell him!
Brock's POV
I slowly walk up to the house where my children grew u. I open the door only to find Reba sitting on the couch pouring a shot of Jack Daniels. I walk over to her and ask how she is
"Alright." Her angelic voice melts my heart
3rd person POV
She stated "alright" before finishing her fifth shot. She was now starting to slur her words just a little.
She looks at Brock and smiles. 'He came to check on me' she thought.
Brock decides to tell her before she was completely gone. He was about to speak when she got up and went to the kitchen. He waits until she comes back, and in her had he sees a small ray of light twinkle off of his favorite shot glass.
She had forgotten that she told him she broke it, but she used it to drink when she really, missed him.
She set the glass on the table and poured the golden liquid into the cup. She took her glass and motioned for Brock to take his also. When he finally picked it up she hit her glass into his with a smile on her face. A smile that made brocks heart skip a beat. He watched as Reba put the glass to her lips and let the liquid drain into her mouth. He felt his mouth slightly open, and he made no attempt to close it. He took his shot to try and take his mind off of how if he hadn't believed henrys was his he could've kissed her right then.
Reba looked to Brock and opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself and decided to take another approach to show her feelings. She got up and slowly pulled him up with her. She switched on the radio and took his hands and placed them on her hips. She reached up and placed her hands onto his shoulders. She then smiled up at him and looked right into his eyes.
She leaned in to kiss him as they swayed to the music, drowning out everything else not only in the room, but in the world. As their lips gently brushed she felt the wild fires blare even stronger than when they were first dating.
As the kiss ended she laid her head on his chest because she couldn't quite reach his shoulder.
It felt natural for both of them to be in that position. To Brock it felt like home. To Reba it felt like paradise.
That night they just slept holding each other, like they did every night when they were married. Brock knew in the morning that Reba would regret the amazing kiss. So he took in everything about her, her fiery red hair, her pale skin, and the freckles on her arms. The more he looked the more her loved her, if that was even possible.