*Sorry about the wait guys! I have been really busy with some family stuff and finals. Anyways hope you enjoy! There is a bit of Brock in this chapter and the next chapter will be full of Reba/Brock*

Chapter 4

Reba stirred when she heard a gentle knocking on her bedroom door. "Mom, you awake?" Kyra whispered.

"Yeah, come in," she responded sitting up.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to wake you. I have to leave now, just wanted to say goodbye."

Reba slowly stood up and gave her daughter a hug. "Time to leave already?" she asked with a sad tone in her voice.

"Yeah time to go, but we are done this tour in a few months, I will be back then."

"Okay, make sure you call me whenever you get a chance, and stay safe."

Kyra stifled a laugh. That was her mom, always worrying. "I'll be fine mom. You take care of yourself." She was worried about her mom after that night on the bench.

Since then Reba had looked so tired. It seemed like all the life and light had left her eyes. They finished up their goodbye and then Kyra headed downstairs.

Reba got dressed and finished getting ready for the day. She could hear the kids downstairs saying goodbye to Kyra. She heard Van mumble something and Kyra made a quick comeback making Cheyenne laugh. She heard the door close then the house was quiet.

When Reba finally made her way downstairs she found her son, granddaughter and oldest daughter sitting in the living room.

"Hey Jake, are you ready to go start packing for camp?" Reba said as she walked over to Elizabeth. "Huh Elizabeth, is Uncle Jake leaving us for a whole week?" She said picking up the little girl.

"Ten more minutes mom," Jake said turning back to watch The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

Elizabeth stood on the couch and started playing with her grandma's beautiful, red hair. Reba let out a sigh. It had been so long since anyone had played with her hair. She felt herself relax and lean into the couch. The relaxing didn't last long though before Barbra Jean walked in.

"Howdy Reba! How are you?" the big, goofy blonde said plopping down beside her.

"I was doin' good until you came over," Reba replied. She thought she had seen the last on Barbra Jean when Brock had signed the divorce papers.

"Oh I know you missed me," Barbra Jean responded.

Reba hated to admit it but it was true. Barbra Jean had been the closest thing to a friend that Reba had had lately. There was always Lori Ann but she was too far away and never visited anymore.

"What can I do for you Barbra Jean?" Reba replied heading to the kitchen for some breakfast. She grabbed a grapefruit waiting for a response from BJ.

"Have you seen Brock this weekend?"

The knife slipped a little and Reba cleared her throat. "Yeah he was here on Saturday. Why?"

"Just wondering. Did he tell you the news?"

"No…" She replied warily. "What's the news?"

"Oh I'll let Brock tell you. I should get going anyways. I have to keep packing."

Right Reba thought. Barbra Jena was moving to Arkansas to take the job as the weather woman on a local news station.

Before Reba could respond BJ was back in the living room talking to Cheyenne. Reba put her breakfast on a plate and went to get Jake. "Come on buddy, let's go pack," she said heading up the stairs.

Jake chattered endlessly as they packed his bag. Reba nodded and made sounds of agreement but she wasn't really listening. Her mind had wondered back to the previous night.

The date had gone so good. It was beautiful and romantic. They had laughed and she had a really great time, so why was it Brocks face that she had pictured when Narvel went to kiss her? Did she still love him? Of course she did, he was the father to her children and they had been married for twenty years. But could she see herself with him again? That she wasn't sure of.

"Mom? I'm done! Are you coming down?"

She looked up to see that Jake was standing at his bedroom door with two big bags in his hands. She hadn't even realized that an entire half hour had already gone by.

"Oh, yeah, I'm comin'. You sure you got everything?"

"Yes mom," Jake sighed leaving the room.

Reba followed close behind. She had to get out of the house. She needed to find somewhere she could go and just think everything through.

"Hey Cheyenne, can you make sure Jake gets off alright?"

"Where ya headed ma?" Cheyenne replied. She was sitting on the couch, putting Elizabeth's hair into pigtails.

"Just out for a drive. I shouldn't be too long." Reba said grabbing the keys off the coffee table.

"Alright see you later."

"Bye mom, see you when I get back," Jake said hugging his mom.

"Can I come with you grandma?" Elizabeth asked in an excited little voice.

"Sorry sweetie, not today," she said leaning in to kiss the little girl's cheek. "I'll see you guys later."

Reba had been driving for a good two hours when she heard her cell ring. She pulled over into an approach on the dusty, gravel road.

"Hey!" Reba said in a cheerful voice expecting to hear Kyra's voice on the other end. She was caught off guard when she heard a males voice filled with worry.

"Reba! Where are you? Cheyenne just called me. She said you had gone for a drive and haven't returned yet." He said pausing for a quick breath. "Are you alright? She tried calling you but there was no answer. Are you alright."

Reba felt a smile cross her lips. It was cute he still worried about her. "Brock breathe. I am fine. Can you call Cheyenne and let her know I won't be back tonight though?"

"Why won't you be back? Where are you going?"

"Brock clam down." She laughed. She took a look around not really sure where she had driven to. When she looked up though she realized where she was headed. It surprised her, she hadn't been up there for almost six years. "I'm going up to Mike's. It will be late when I get there though so I'm going to get a hotel and I'll be back tomorrow around supper time."

"Mike's? Why are you headed up there?"

"I justed need some time away. I want to go visit Terry's grave," she said quietly.

"Reba what's the matter?" why did she have to get away? And why the heck would she drive all the way up there by herself? That was a good five hour drive away.

"Nothing Brock, I'm fine but have to go, I've got another call," She hung up before he had a chance to respond.

Reba answered the other line and heard Kyra's voice. She had just got to her hotel room in Vancouver. They talked for a few minutes but then Kyra had to go and Reba headed on down the road.

"Hey Mike, have you seen Reba?"

"Yeah she was here. She went to the cemetery I believe. What are you doing here?"

"I came to see her. When I talked to her on the phone something was off. I want to make sure she's alright."

"Okay well that's where she was headed. Did you guys get hotel rooms yet? There is a big convention in town, hotels will be full."

"No I haven't gotten one yet but I'll figure something out," Brock said heading to the door. He was tired from the long drive and just wanted to see Reba.

"Well I have an extra room if one if you need it." Mike replied.

Brock said his thanks and headed out the door. He sped to the cemetery as fast as he could.

When he got there Reba was sitting at Terry's grave. Her shoulder length hair was up in a ponytail. She looked beautiful. Brock approached her slowly and watched as a tear slid down her cheek. God how he wished he could hold her and wipe it away.

Reba heard a slight crunching noise and glanced up. Seeing Brock standing there she quickly swiped the tear away.

"Brock what are you doing here? I said I needed some time alone," she said, she said her voice deep from crying.

Man she looked stunning with the sun setting behind her. He took a few steps closer and sat beside her, crossing his legs underneath him.

"I needed to make sure you were alright. You seemed upset when I called."

Reba turned her head away as another tear spilled from the corner of her eye. He wasn't making the decision any easier. She loved the fact that he still cared and worried about her.

Brock took his hand and gently turned her face back towards him. He moves his thumb up and wiped away the tear just as it reached her jaw. He felt her shudder under his touch and he smiled to himself.

"I'll be fine. You didn't have to come here," she paused taking in a breath. "…but I'm glad you did." She finished giving him a weak smile.

He decided to take a chance and reached for her hand hoping she wouldn't smack him. When his hand found hers she froze. She was about to pull away and cuff him in the back of the head but she stopped herself. He felt her body relax as she entwined her fingers with his.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Brock sat studying his ex-wife's face as she stared into the distance. He knew that face so well. Her sparkling, blue eyes, her cheek bones, the curve of her jaw, it was the face that he had woken up to for just over twenty years. Why had he given that up for Barbra Jean?

Brock felt the hand in his tense up and snapped out of his thoughts.

Reba looked at him. "Brock what did you come over to tell me the other day?" she said, her voice had a hint of anger in it.

"What? When?" he asked confused.

"Brock, don't play stupid with me! The other day when you had 'great news' to tell me." She snapped pulling her hand from his and glaring at him. "Barbra Jean came over today and asked if you had told me the news. She said she would wait so you could tell me."

Brock put his hands behind him and looked forward. "Oh…that." He said taking in a breath.