Reba and Jake were in the kitchen together getting the peanut butter, jelly, whole wheat bread, and a butter knife. Reba gives Jake a suspicious look.
"Jake, what's going on? You know I haven't made your sandwiches in years. When you can reach the counter you can make the food yourself." Reba says looking at him. Jake blushes.
"I should have known that the sandwich would give me away." Jake says as he spreads the peanut butter on the bread. Reba picks up the container after Jake puts it down and puts the lid on it.
"Given you away for what?... Jake?" Reba asks when he doesn't respond.
"Do you really think my walls are that thick?" Jake asks just looking at Reba with an expectant answer look. Reba can't look straight at him anymore.
"No, I don't think that your thick, for a fact I know they are only about an inch wide." Reba says.
"So why were you and dad doing what I think you were doing in your room when you knew all 3 of us kids were home?" Jake says, now he can't look at his mom either. This topic is one that Reba and Jake have never really talked about.
"What can I say? I wanted Brock to talk to him. I can tell he's done his usual bang up job. Thanks Brock." Reba thinks to herself.
"Are you going to answer me?" Jake says staring at her while opening the jelly. Just then Brock comes down the stairs tucking his shirt into his jeans. Reba sighs a sigh of relief. Reba walks over to him and punches him in the stomach. Brock looks shocked.
"What's that for Reba?" Brock asks.
"Nice job Brock. Did you ever give Jake "the talk" that I asked you to give him?" Reba asks looking at him with the same look Jake gave her only a few minutes earlier.
"What talk?" Jake asks as he walks around the counter. Reba just smirks at Brock.
"Well if you didn't give it to him before, now is the best time to give him the talk." Reba says before she walks out of the kitchen. Brock just looks at Jake like he doesn't know what to say. After a long pause he motions for Jake to sit down.
"Well son, the talk is something that a father gives his son when he thinks he's ready to know about the torture he will endure when he gets married." Brock says.
"I can hear you. And I don't like the way you're headed Brock." Reba says from the living room.
"See what I mean?" Brock asks. Jake just nods and takes a bite of his sandwich.
"Anyhow," Brock continues, "when two people get married and they love eachother....
To be Continued...
