Chapter 4
Reba and Narvel shopped around for a few weeks before finding a little condo on the east side of town. Reba was making a big deal about it, but Narvel kept assuring to her that it wasn't their major home. It was just something they needed until they got that baby. Reba smiles as he says this.
"A place to make the baby." Narvel's smile gets big and he runs his hands down her body.
"I honestly would do it anywhere." Reba giggles attaching herself to his lips. He laughs and holds her waist smiling through their kiss.
"Reba, we need to get this done first." He says with a happy smile on his face. He'd never been happier in his life.
"It seems like we just did this!" Reba whines laying on the couch.
"Good thing we didn't throw those boxes away, huh?" Narvel jests raising his eyebrow. Reba rolls her eyes.
"This has got to be the best thing ever. Moving in together. God, we should've done this years ago." Narvel says emptying the box with the plates. Reba stares at Narvel. She wanted him so bad. Biting her bottom lip and exhaling through her mouth. She goes up and takes one plate out of the box but then wraps her arms around his neck. Kissing him hard. Narvel grabs onto her face pulling her off of him.
"What're you doing?" He exclaims. Reba looks up at him with yearning eyes, begging him to kiss her more but without the words.
"Can't this wait?" She asks in a little voice.
"Reba, we're leaving tomorrow, we have to finish this, I want to be settled in next week so we can start planning this wedding." Narvel says holding her shoulders tightly.
"But, I want to make love." Reba pleads staring into his eyes hoping her act would make him give in.
"That's all you want to do! We have to have a life too Reba! What's wrong with you!?" Narvel exclaims.
"Because you're willing to make love! Charlie hated making love to me that's why he never did it. You seem up to, so I thought you wouldn't refuse it if I asked." Reba protests.
"Well you know what Reba, yeah, I love you and I like making love to you, but this is ridiculous. Just unpack this shit." He exclaims about to walk away.
"Where are you goin'?!" Reba shouts back.
"Away from you!" Narvel bellows.
"Maybe getting married isn't the best idea." Reba mumbles.
"What'd you say?!" Narvel shouts.
"I said, Maybe getting married isn't the best idea!" Reba screams, her eyes filling up with tears. This was her dream. Narvel's face is moulded into a frown. He breathes heavily and storms out the door, slamming it behind him.
Reba tries holding back the tears. But her eyes overflow and her exposed freckles float on her red cheeks. She pulls one of the plates out of the box and slams it on the floor. It shatters instantly. She cries silently and slides down the cupboard to the floor. She takes a catches her breath and lets it out in her quivering cries.
Her body was tense and her head ached. Her nose ran and her eyes were tired of crying. She slides all the shattered pieces of glass to one side and lays down on the cold floor. She tries to close her eyes but tears escape more. Even if they felt like they couldn't make any more.
Narvel opens the door and looks all over confusedly for his love. He goes around the island and sees her in a sea of shattered glass.
"Reba! Are you alright honey?" He asks kneeling down beside her tiny curled up body. She sits up and stares into his eyes. Her nose red and eyes puffy. Narvel pulls her in his arms.
"I just want to be a Mama, Narvel. Charlie wouldn't make me a Mama. Only you are crazy enough to do it." She says holding his waist.
"I'll make you a Mama I promise." Narvel says holding her shoulders, rubbing her back lovingly.
"You must be crazy." She says against his chest.
"Why?" Narvel smirks looking down at her.
"Because, no one could understand me, could deal with me, but you can. You want me. Like no one else has." She says sitting up and wiping her tears.
"I understand you Baby. I love you. I really do." Narvel says hugging her tightly. She sits on his knees and wraps her legs and arms around him.
"I love you too Narvel." She says snuggled closely to him. Clinging to him like a little child. Her sense of security.