"What is it, Barbra Jean?" Brock asked sitting up as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

"You better sit down for this." She said looking him in the eyes.

"I am sitting." Brock said confused.

"Oh, right." She said looking down as she gently sat next to him.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well-" Barbra Jean too a pause to look into his eyes, "us."

"What about us?" Brock asked curious as to what she was getting at.

"Do you love me?"

"That's a silly question." Brock said chickling

"Just answer me, Blondie."

"Yes. I love you."

"Are you in love with me?" Barbra Jean asked, searching for his expression. Silence filled the air for a few moments. Brock hadn't answered before Barbra Jean did. "I thought so."

"Brock! Tell Barbra Edna to put a muzzle on!" Liz called from the spare bedroom causing Barbra Jean to give a small glare.

--Next Morning At Reba's House--

"Well, it was great seeing y'all. Next time you will have to come to my house. There's too much drama around here." Liz said standing in Reba's doorway.

"Yeah, well you don't have to live next to her." Reba said faking a smile.

"Goodbye Grammy Liz! Thanks again for the bib!" Jake said giving Liz a big hug. She laughed at his attire.

"You're welcome, Honey." Liz said as she leaned down to give him a kiss before she pulled away.

"Kyra, why is he wearing it like that?" Liz said chuckling as she pointed to the Dickie around his neck.

"I told him to. I consider that your real gift to me." Kyra said smiling as she gave her grandmother a hug.

"Bye Honey."

"Bye Grammy." Kyra said as she pulled away from the hug.

Liz turned around to face the couch. "And Cheyenne. I can't tell ya how much it meant to me that you name Elizabeth after me."

"Well, we actually didn't name her after you. Van wanted to name her Elizabeth so she'd be Elizabeth Montgomery, you know like that cool lady on Bewitched." Cheyenne said giving her grandma a kiss before she carried her bags to the car.

"Ok, Mom, time to go."

"I want a minute to talk to Reba."

"I don't like it when you talk to Reba. It's never good when you talk to Reba."

"Do I need to come over there?" Liz asked as she glared at her son.

"She treats me like I'm five. I'm not five. I'm way more than five." Brock said as he walked out the door.

"Reba, I never wanted to cause I trouble. I just wanted to make up for some that I have caused in the past. I guess I have always felt partly responsible for you two breaking up."

"Don't give youself too much credit. I do blame you for a lot of things. Hurricanes, tornadoes, that sort of thing. But not breaking uo my marriage."

"All marriages have hard times and I was just worried that my criticism drew a wedge between you two."

"So this guilt thing is really bugging you? I could learn to enjoy that." Reba said with a smirk.

"I just wanted what is best for my son."

"What's best is that you quit interfering in his life. He's a big boy now. He's not five. He's way more than five." Reba said putting her hands to her hips.

"Well, thanks for the advice. You've always been good at giving advice. Guess that's the benefit of making so many mistakes." Liz said with a small smile as Brock came in the door.

"Mom, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, but you know what?"

"What?" Brock asked.

"I hardly got to spend time with these kids why don't I take them down to my place for a week?" Liz suggested.

"Well, I don't see a problem with it. Is it ok with you, Reba?" Brock asked turning to face her.

'It would be nice to have some time for myself'. "Sure, go ahead." She finally answered.

"Thanks, Mom!" Kyra and Jake said in unison as they went to go pack.

"I'll take Cheyenne, Van, and Elizabeth too, if that's ok." Liz said looking at Reba.

"Sure, I need some alone time after this." Reba said

"Goodbye Reba." Liz said giving her a hug.

"Bye, Liz." Reba said pulling out of it.

"Bye Honey." Liz said to Brock.

"Goodbye, Mom."

"Barbra Tom." Liz said looking at Barbra Jean who was holding up her arms waiting for her hug.

Barbra Jean put her arms down and curtsied. "Ma'am."

"Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Bye, Barbra Jean!" The kids called before leaving.

"Reba, can I talk to you?" Barbra Jean asked."Alone" She added looking to Brock.

"You don't need to tell me twice." He said before leaving the house.

"What now?" Reba asked annoyed.

"I talked with Brock."

"Good. So everything is settled. You can go home now." Reba said sitting on the couch as she pointed to the door.

"No."

"Well why the heck not?"

"Because we are getting a divorce." Barbra Jean said after a small silence.

"What? He loves you!"

"Yeah, but he's not in love with me and I'm not in love with him."

"Porpoise poop! You guys are just going through a tough patch in your relationship right now."

"Reba, we've tried everything. We just aren't meant to be. Besides I can't be married to a man who is in love with someone else."

"What about Henry? What's gonna happen to him? You can't just walk out of his life!"

"I'm not going to because I will be getting full custody. Brock can see him on some weekends and holidays."

"How in the heck did you figure this out in one night?"

"Well, we were talking about getting a divorce not too long ago and we got all the facts."

"I can't believe this. When are you leaving?"

"I moved out already. I'm staying at an apartment twenty minutes from here, so I can still visit my best friend." Barbra Jean said with a big smile as she poked Reba in the side.

"Great." Reba said sarcastically, "I'm going to go talk to Brock to get this whole thing straightened out." Reba said as she stormed out the front door.

--Brock's House--

Brock was sitting on his couch staring blankly at the tv screen. In one night so much had happened. \What would happen to him?

"We need to talk, you Monkey's Butt." Reba said as she interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello to you too."

"This is serious. You can't divorce Barbra Jean." Reba told him.

"Why not?"

"Because you can't make this family go through another divorce! Did you even consider how the kids will feel about this?" She said red with anger.

"Yes, and that's why we talked to them about it before they left. They said as long as we are happy and as long as Barbra Jean and Henry get to visit." Brock said trying to calm her down.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked as she sat on the couch next to him.

"Because we just aren't right for each other. Reba, I never really loved her like I should. I realized you can't love someone when you are still in love with someone else." Brock said searching for her expression.

"You're just saying that because you are in an emotional state right now. You don't really mean it. Besides, you made your choice two years ago when you married her."

"Reba, Barbra Jean and I are just not meant to be. We tried, but it just won't work."

"It can if you try. I thought you would have learned that by now. You should be able to at least make one marriage work!" Reba said getting annoyed.

"That's what I'm trying to do!"

"By divorcing your wife?" Reba yelled.

"By trying to fix the mistake I made two years ago!" Brock said causing Reba to become speechless. "Reba, I'm still in love with you."


Ok, not the best chapter in the world, but I had just a teeny weeny bit of writers block. Your input would be great! Please R/R!!