"Brock, it's not going to work between us

Brock smiled at her. "Thank you." He slowly stood up and began walking towards the stairs. "I'm going to get Joel and get out of your hair. You probably have a bunch of things planned for tonight."

"You could leave Joel here if you want. All our kids seem to be getting along great. Why disrupt the quiet happiness?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I mean six kids is a lot to take care of."

"I'll be fine. It's no different than if this were a birthday party," Reba laughed. "Will you be ok by yourself?"

"Yeah, I think I'll visit an old friend. You know mend old fences." Just then the four girls came down the stairs.

"Hey mom we were going through your closet looking for your old make-up when this fell out from somewhere, It has Hannah and Cara's last name on it. Is it important?" Megan asked.

"Let me see it sweetie?" Megan handed over the envelope and Reba studied. She quickly told the girls it wasn't important. They ran back upstairs but Reba continued to study the envelope. It read 'B. Hart' and nothing more.

'Wait a minute,' Reba thought to herself. 'Brock couldn't possibly be the same Brock Hart from all those years ago could he?' Reba studied his face and could almost make out the boy he used to be. Fear slowly crippled her heart.

"Where are you going to go?" Reba asked placing the envelope on her lap for later.

"Oh I was going to go to that bar in town, Maguire's. My friend used to be a bartender there." That confirmed it. He was the same Brock. This letter was meant for him.

"I own that bar," Reba said dreading the conversation that was about to ensue..

"Really?" Brock said surprised. He had never come across a woman that owned a bar. "Maybe you know my friend then."

"Probably what was his name?" Reba asked hoping against all odds that this was a different Brock.

"Terry Holliway," Brock stated simply. Reba quickly shut her eyes against the tears that had formed. She couldn't believe this was happening, not now. Not after everything was finally going so right, or at least it felt right to her.

"I know him," Reba said slightly above a whisper.

"You do?" Brock was so happy to have found his old friend. "Do you know where he is?"

"He's gone Brock. Terry died ten years ago."

Brock felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach. Within six months he'd lost his wife and now it's like he lost his best friend too. "When did he-how did he die?" Brock stuttered.

"He had cancer. He fought it for a long time but then he became too tired and didn't want to fight anymore. So he went off of the chemotherapy and died eight months later." Reba said as she sat on the arm of the chair.

"How do you know all this?" Brock asked as he slowly walked towards her.

Reba took a deep breath. "I was married to him."

Brock was astonished. This couldn't be the same Reba he had loved so long ago. No the Reba he knew was a red head.

'Well her hair is still somewhat red. It's just faded a little,' his mind argued. 'But what about her curls?' The Reba Brock remembered had a ton of curls all piled on top of her cute little face. Brock studied her face and could see the girl within her. It was the same Reba.

Reba watched Brock as he figured out what was happening. She knew it must be hard for him to hear about Terry's death after so many years. It feels like yesterday they were thinking of a relationship before Terry proposed. Not that Reba ever regretted her life with Terry, she just wish she could've had more time with him.

"He died three weeks before my son was born. I named the baby Terry, after his father. It was the only way I felt they could be connected since they never got to meet. Terry had always wanted to have a son which was why we kept trying." Reba knew she was rambling but she couldn't help it. Brock made her feel twenty-two years old again. She silently dropped her hands to her lap and felt the envelope.

"Oh this is for you. It's from Terry. He wrote it a few weeks before he died. I tried to get in contact with you before Terry died but he didn't want me too. He told me he'd write you a letter and if I ever saw you in person I should give it to you." Reba handed Brock the letter. Brock sat down on the couch and slowly opened it. It read…

A/N: To be continued…..I know I'm evil lol please review 