"What exactly are you lookin for?"

Brock stared at his ex-wife for a minute after she practically screamed her last question. For the first time, he noticed how when she got angry, her eyes changed from blue to almost a dark green. He took a deep breath, went into his shirt pocket and took out his copy of the divorce papers. "It's final, Reba."

Reba calmed down a little once she heard this. She sighed. "I'm so sorry Brock." She took a step closer and pulled him into a hug. She could feel his strong arms tighten around her as she inhaled his deep scent. He has the same aroma as he did three years ago, she thought. She let go of him and took a step back. "So what are you gonna do now?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll have to look for another condo or something," he said as he made his way to the front door.

"You know, you never did answer my question," Reba said with a hint of guilt in her voice because she asked it in such an angry way.

"What exactly am I lookin for?" Brock asked, still facing the door.

"Yeah, that question," Reba replied quietly.

Brock sighed and turned around to look his ex-wife in the eyes. I know what I have to do. "Reba," he started with the tiniest bit of annoyance in his voice, "Why don't we see if you can answer that question yourself after I do this." Brock threw the divorce papers onto the coffee table, took a step toward Reba, put his right hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. Reba's mind was spinning. Is he insane? He can't just walk into my house and kiss me like that! Oh Lord, the wildfires. The intense waves of electricity that she felt whenever she kissed that man. She hadn't felt like this in three years. But what made Reba even more confused was the fact that she wasn't doing anything to stop him. She finally pulled away.

"Brock! Are you out of your mind? I am the ex-wife, remember?"

"So is Barbra Jean," Brock replied matter-of-factly.

"Brock, this is crazy! Why are you doin' this?"

"Reba," Brock started looking deep into her eyes, "I think I found what I was looking for."

"So what are you saying? That you just used me as an experiment? That kiss was just used to see if I'm what you're lookin for to make you happy again?"

"No. I'm saying that I still love you. In fact, I never really stopped feeling about you the way I felt about you when we were married. It just took me a while to realize it. And I can assure you that you weren't the reason for my divorce. Things really weren't working out between Barbra Jean and me."

Reba could feel her eyes starting to well up. How did this all happen? Five minutes ago she was yelling at her ex-husband about his divorce. Now he's confessing his love to her.

"Brock," Reba said quietly. "This is all happening way too fast. I really need some time to think." Reba turned and walked up the stairs. She could hear him exit through the front door. Reba went into her room and went to go lay down on her bed to think the events of the last few minutes through. But what she didn't know was that she was not the only one thinking things through.

Back downstairs

"Van, is the coast clear?" Asked a very apprehensive Cheyenne.

Van did a double-take out the window that looks into the living room. "All clear!"

"I cannot believe this. Dad just kissed Mom. And she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit!" Cheyenne said as they walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"Ooooh, your Mom and your Dad, bow chicka wah wah!"

"Van! Cut that out!" Cheyenne responded with a whack in the stomach.

"Ow!" Van complained.

"I mean, if she really is what he needs to make him happy again, and they're willing to get back together, then I guess I'm happy for them," Cheyenne said questioningly.

"Cheyenne, you don't sound very convincing."

"That's 'cause I'm not convinced. I mean think about it Van! If they get back together, what's the chance that my dad will be loyal this time? After the whole Barbra Jean thing, he's kind of hard to trust."

"I know what you mean Cheyenne, but did you see the way your dad just looked at her a few minutes ago? Even I could tell that he really does love her and is willing to make it work," Van explained.

Why is he all of a sudden making sense? Cheyenne thought. "I guess you're right. I suppose I'll have to be happy for them. But I swear if my dad tries anything this time around, I'll… I'll hurt him!"

"Whoa, go easy on him Cheyenne," Van said sarcastically.

"Do you think we should go talk to Mom, you know, tell her we know everything?" Cheyenne asked.

"I think that would end up with multiple injuries, especially to me," Van said.

"Yeah, true. I know! We need to have a family meeting with Kyra and Jake so that we can prepare them for when Mom and Dad get back together." Cheyenne explained.

"Do you really think we should tell them? One of them will blab. My money's on Jake."

"Van, they should know."

"Alright. Where are they?"

"Um…," Cheyenne started, looking around. "Oh! They just came in the back door! Hey Kyra! Jake! Could you two come in the living room please?"

Kyra and Jake looked at each other, shrugged, and walked into the living room. Cheyenne and Van were standing up and had their arms folded.

"Kids, take a seat," Van said in his "adult voice".

Kyra and Jake sat down on the couch. "Excuse me," Kyra started. "Could we maybe limit this discussion to, like, five minutes because I do have a life."

Cheyenne glared at her. "Kyra, I think you're going to want to stay here for more than five minutes because this is very important. Tell them Van."

"Huh?" Van said. "Me? Well, I personally think that this would be better heard from their big sister, don't you, Cheyenne?" Van said with a smile.

"Fine. I'll tell them since you're a big chicken. Kyra, Jake, this may come as a shock to you. It certainly did to Van and I…"

"Let me guess," Kyra interrupted. "It came as a shock to you two that two and two no longer equaled five?"

"No!" Van said, defending himself. "I found that out a long, long time ago!"

"Shut up Van!" Cheyenne said angrily. "Well, I'll just get right to it then. Van and I saw Dad come in the living room, start talking to Mom about the divorce.." She hesitated for a moment. "And then Dad kissed Mom."

"What?" Kyra exclaimed.

"And that's not all," Cheyenne said. "Dad said he still loves Mom and Mom said she needed time to think. So we get the feeling that there's a possibility of them getting back together."

"That can't happen!" Kyra said, still in shock. "He'll just sneak around behind her back again! And what about Barbra Jean?"

"Kyra," Cheyenne said in a comforting voice. "Dad and Barbra Jean's divorce is final. And if it makes you feel better, Van and I think that Dad changed. We believe that he'll be willing to make it work this time."

"Well there's still no proof that he really is changed. And just because Barbra Jean's not in our family anymore, we'll never see her again?"

"Kyra, of course we'll se Barbra Jean again," Cheyenne said. "I know how close the two of you are. Just because her and Dad got divorced doesn't mean she won't want to see us anymore. Trust me, Barbra Jean will still be a part of our lives."

Kyra sat back in the couch and crossed her arms. "I still don't like this," she said quietly.

"Jake, buddy, how do you feel about your mom and dad maybe getting back together?" Van asked his brother-in-law.

"I think it's cool that Mom and Dad want to be together again," Jake said with a smile on his face.

All of a sudden, everyone's attention turned to the staircase, where they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.