ch.4!! Sorry for the wait. College...enough said, haha! Anyway hope you like it! Reviews and comments would be great! Thanks!
His heart jumped at the thought of her even letting him explain his idea. "Well it may sound crazy, but why don't we keep talking online?" Reba laughed to herself after reading his comment, "Brock, that's silly we leave a few houses apart! We see each other almost everyday!" Brock started to reply slightly frustrated with her stating the obvious, "I know that Reba, but we never get to just sit and talk. We are arguing about the kids or BJ is making a spectacle of herself. That's not real you and me time!" Reba thought about what he said and realized he was right. "Yea, I guess your right…for once, haha!"
Brock replied, "Reba I'm serious. Maybe if we talk this way we can really work on our friendship without the hassle of everyone being nosey and getting in the way." She sighed, "I know you're serious Brock. So…say I do agree to this form of communication…when on earth are we going to be able to talk?" Brock hadn't thought of that. He paused to think of a plan, and then suddenly it hit him. "Well, we both work during the day and we have to take care of the kids and dinner and such when we get home. How about at night before we go to bed?" Reba thought about the routine of her day. She gets up to go to her real estate job comes home cooks dinner and talks with the kids. Then she helps put Elizabeth to bed and retreats to her bedroom to wind down before going to bed. She thought, Hmm…a nice casual conversation with Brock at the end of the day would be kind of nice. If anything I can just vent to him without having him in front of me to bug me. "Ok, that's sounds like it will work, but what about Barbara Jean? Won't she start to wonder why you're on the computer every night?" Brock's face stiffened, "Reba, you would be surprised at how little we pay attention to each other anymore." For some reason Reba felt good and bad about what Brock just told her. "I'm sorry Brock, I didn't know things were that bad." "It's ok Reba, truly I'm almost to the point that I don't care, but that's another conversation."
"Well, Brock I really need to get to bed I've got two houses to show in the morning," Reba regretfully typed. He looked at the clock and realized he needed to head to bed too. "Your right it's much later than I thought. Thanks for this talk tonight Reba. I needed it more than you know." Reba gave a warm smile, "Your welcome, I enjoyed it too…Even if we had fake identities at first!" "Oh no, don't remind me!" Brock typed. "So are we going to talk tomorrow?" Reba asked. "I would love to, but its up to you," Brock said. "Of course I would like to. So lets see…I'm pretty much done for the day around eight. How about you?" Brock thought, "I'm finishing up around the same time." "Well, I will take the laptop up to bed and get on around that time, sound good?" Brock laughed and gave a little smirk to the screen, "Ohh I'm picturing it, wow, you in bed talking to me, just where are we going with this talking Reba?" Reba laughed with a bit of annoyance, "Brock Hart! Must you be such a pig?!" "Hey! I was just using my imagination for a bit, I'm sorry, haha!" "You don't change do you Brock?" She chuckled to herself. "You wouldn't have me any other way," Brock replied. "Probably not, ok so tomorrow at eight! Good night Brock, sweet dreams." Brock typed his final message, "Yep it's a date, well kind of, anyway, good night Reba."
Reba closed the laptop and slowly trudged her sleepy body up the stairs to bed. Brock did the same dreading his destination. Reba changed into pajamas and slid her slim figure under the covers. She turned out the light, but sleep wouldn't come easily. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her next conversation with Brock. Deep down she was already looking forward to it. Meanwhile, Brock took a quick shower and resigned to his side of the bed next to Barbara Jean who had already been asleep for some time. He felt a little pang of guilt for not being content with BJ anymore, but there was nothing he could do about it. They had been trying with no success. He finally realized his true heart was somewhere else. Just what he would do about that he didn't know yet. Soon his thoughts drifted to his next conversation with Reba. He had so much he wanted to talk to her about.