Chapter 4

Reba had Kyra navigate the way to Brock's home in Houston by the directions he gave Terry. She could feel her stomach churning with nervousness as they got closer to his home. She was curious to know what he has been up to all these years but then again she also wanted to just turn around and return straight to her home. She hated Terry for setting up this trip but she also wanted to hug him because she wanted to see Brock after all these years. Her emotions were conflicting with each other since Terry told her they were going to Houston to see Brock. She wanted to see him but then again she didn't. She was sure she had moved on from Brock. It was just one night. How could it be affecting her like this?

Reba turned down the final street and she felt her hands slipping on the leather steering wheel caused by her hands sweating so badly. She checked the numbers and she felt her heart beat faster when she pulled up to the correct one. (Brock's house looks like Reba's house in the show.) Even though her daughter was sitting right next to her, she seemed miles away when she yelled at her dad to wake up. They both got out of the car and stretched while Reba sat there staring at the house. It was a beautiful home. He had done well for himself. Maybe he became the dentist that he always wanted. She let go of the steering wheel and grabbed a tissue that was in the middle of the seats to wipe her hands off. She tried controlling her breathing but it didn't help much when all she could think about was the man inside, the man that got away.

She shook her head and tried to shake away her thoughts. She shouldn't be thinking about another man when her husband of twenty five years was standing right outside the car. "Reba, get out of the car." She turned quickly out the window and her husband was just standing there, not even thinking of getting the bags out. Reba got out and her legs almost gave way because of being so numb. She had been driving way to long. She worked the kinks out and stretched her body as best she could and then went around to the trunk. She opened and grabbed her bag. "Honey, bring my bag up to the house will ya." Terry yelled as he made his way up to the door.

Reba clenched her hands tightly around her bag to prevent herself from exploding. Now was definitely not the time to get into an argument. "I'll help you mom." Reba smiled and Kyra took one of her dad's bags as well as her own. Despite Reba packing a bag for Terry earlier in the night he had gone and packed another one. That was another thing she hated about Terry since they were married. He always took longer in the bathroom, he was lazy, and he always took way more junk with him than he needed. They were only going to be there for a week. He didn't need two bags. She shut the trunk when they had gotten their stuff out and started towards the door.

Walking towards the door she saw someone poke their head through the curtains. Her stomach dropped when she saw a tall skinny drop dead gorgeous blonde open the door. (Guess who it is!) She watched as the woman smiled and brought Terry and Kyra into hugs as if they were old friends. Reba felt her face fall as she watched her family hug the gorgeous peppy woman in jeans and a tight blouse.

Reba looked down to her tan loose pants and plan white button down blouse, her hair was in a bun. She looked like the local librarian. Reba looked up just in time for the blonde woman to bring her into a hug. "Reba!" she said hugging her tightly. Reba eyes bugged out and she could barely breathe. Terry just stood there and chuckled. She finally let go and continued to give Reba a big smile. "Brock has told me so much about you I feel like I know you and don't you just look lovely…Brock sure did describe you right and that red hair...beautiful. Bock went to the store to pick up and few things. He will be back in a moment. Listen to me…here I am going on and on and I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Barbara Jean Booker Hart."

Reba tried smiling as best she could and nodded. "Reba Holliway."

Barbara Jean smiled and took one of the bags Reba was carrying. "Here, let me help you with those." They walked to the door and Barbara Jean continued to talk. "When Brock told me that Terry said you guys were coming I was just so excited. Brock has told me about you for years and he has shown me pictures of you guys but I don't think those pictures do you justice." Reba continued to listen as best she could to this woman but all she could think about was the man behind that door.

Reba and Barbara Jean walked through the front door. The first thing Reba saw was a beautiful pregnant blonde girl holding a cute little blonde girl and she was talking with Kyra. Barbara Jean smiled and turned to the girl. "This Reba…" The blonde turned around. "Is my daughter Cheyenne and my granddaughter Elizabeth." (I know Barbara Jean isn't old enough to have Cheyenne as a daughter but for this story let's just pretend ok. I put Cheyenne with Barbara Jean because I always thought they were alike in so many ways.) Reba smiled and shook Cheyenne's hand and tried saying hello to Elizabeth but she buried her head into her mother's shoulder.

"You can say hi another time. I don't know why she is this shy. She is always such a peppy little girl." Cheyenne said. She smiled and Reba could definitely see the Barbara Jean in her. "My dad has told me and Van so much about you. Van is my husband. You will get to meet him later." Reba didn't say anything but just smiled.

Just as Reba was crossing by the stairs because Barbara Jean was leading her to the kitchen when two boys bounded down the stairs, the older boy chasing after the smaller boy. "Hey!" Barbara Jean yelled. They stopped suddenly. The older boy had the younger one by the back of his shirt. Barbara Jean continued to glare. "Let go of your brother!" He sighed and let go. "I'm sorry Reba. These two terrors are my son's Jake and Henry."

Reba smiled and as soon as she did they were off again. Barbara Jean ran after them to referee and left Reba by herself. Cheyenne had taken Kyra into the kitchen. Terry must have already been there because he was no where in sight. Reba took a moment to look around. He did have a lovely home. Brock seemed to have done well for himself and he seemed to have such a nice family. Reba sighed and walked slowly around looking at various pictures. There were a lot. Some were individual, some were group photos. Most of them were family photo of vacations. Reba picked up a picture of the entire family. It seemed they were at Disneyland because they were surrounded by Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse. It wasn't too long ago because Elizabeth was in the picture and she didn't seem that much younger in the picture, maybe a year younger in the picture.

Reba caressed the photo and bit, she was quite jealous. Just by this photo. The Barbara Jean woman had the family she always wanted. The family that loved and took care of each other and took family vacations together. The only vacation that they ever had was their honeymoon and that was just a couple of nights in a hotel. Terry said he needed to go back to work and make some money for them. Reba felt understanding at the time but now that they were doing well he still just wanted to work…all the time. She did have a loving daughter but she wanted the loving husband too. She looked to Brock. He looked handsome in the picture. She smiled when she saw he had no mustache. She always told him that he should shave it. He looked happy and that's what she always hoped he received. She always wanted him to be happy.

Reba sniffled a bit and set down the picture. She sighed and looked around a bit more. She then heard the door knob to the front door open. "Barbara Jean!" The person yelled coming through the door. "Are they her…" He stopped suddenly when he saw Reba. Reba looked up and her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Brock.

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