"I think that's the last box."

Brock sat the cardboard box down on the floor of Cheyenne and Van's old room. Reba walked in right behind him with a lamp and set it near his bed frame.

"Thank God," She said. "I'm beat." She put a hand to her head. "What time is it?"

Brock glanced at his watch. "Almost six."

They had been moving his things out of Barbra Jean's house all day, plus doing some rearranging in the garage so Reba could park her car there and Brock could park his in the driveway.

She nodded and looked around the room. "You sure have a lot of crap."

"And it was a pleasure moving it all into your house." He looked at her with a wide smile and saw her straight face. "Aw, come on." He elbowed her playfully. "I'll get everything arranged tomorrow so you don't have to look at the mess."

"You better." She began to walk out of the room.

"Where are you going? I thought you'd help me unpack a little."

When he heard her scoff as she went down the stairs, he rolled his eyes and followed her.

"I'm going to go get some dinner."

"I'll tag along."

She stopped to look at him. "I don't want this to become comfortable, Brock."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to act like a married couple. That translates to me not wanting to go out to dinner with you."

"So, I'm supposed to go without food?"

"You have a car. If you don't like what's in the kitchen, go to Burger King or something."

"Hey, Mom. Where are you going?" Jake came running down the stairs with a smile on his face.

"I'm going to pick up something for dinner. Wanna come?"

"Sure!" He went to grab his jacket. "Dad, are you coming, too?" He had been informed of his parents' situation and couldn't be happier with it.

Brock looked up at Reba who was digging around in her purse for something. He knew she had done that on purpose, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Nah," He told Jake. "I think I'll just eat something here and unpack some." When Jake's face showed disappointment, Brock added, "But while you're out, grab a movie and we can all have a movie night when you get back." He had to chuckle when Reba jerked her head up and gave him the death glare. He couldn't let her win at everything.

"That part where the guy blew up all those buildings to save that girl from the zombie was awesome."

The movie had just ended and Jake couldn't stop talking about how much he liked it.

"What was your favorite part, Dad?" He asked as Reba began shutting off the DVD player.

"Oh, I liked it all pretty much the same," He said with a yawn.

"What was your favorite part, Mom?"

Reba shrugged. "I liked it all the same, too."

"You can't even think of one part you liked best out of the whole movie?" Jake asked.

"Well, the part at the end when the couple finally got together was sweet."

"You've never liked sappy parts in movies," Brock said, looking at her.

She shrugged. "I thought it was nice among all the violence."

"That's just awful strange coming from you."

"In the ten years we've been divorced, Brock, I'm sure there are a lot of things that are different about me that you would find strange."

"Fair enough. I was just a bit shocked is all." He turned to Jake. "I had to drag her to the movies every time there was a sappy romance film out."

"You liked romantic comedies, Dad?"

"Occasionally. Your mother hated them."

"And I still do. It's just that some scenes get me."

Jake pondered a moment before asking, "If you two are so different and have nothing in common, why did you fall in love all those years ago?"

Neither spoke. It had been a long time since Reba had heard that question, if ever. She hadn't thought about it in a while. Thankfully, before the silence could go on any longer, Brock answered.

"Well, Jake, have you met your mother? It's hard not to be around her and not fall head over heels for her."

Reba wouldn't meet his eyes. She knew a lot of his words came from their current situation and she didn't want to be infatuated with them. Unfortunately for her, Brock continued.

"A lot of the things I fell for her have changed, I'm not saying they haven't. But the things that replaced them I have also grown to love."

"Do you still love her?"

"Sure."

"But he's not in love with me," Reba said, finally getting the courage to speak up. She looked at the two. "There's a difference right, Brock?"

"Yes. There is." He met her eyes. "But I still love her."

"What made you fall in love with Dad the first time?" Jake asked, turning to his mother.

"Well, a lot of things," She simply said, hoping he wouldn't press the issue.

"Like what?"

She rolled her neck. "Too many to name right now." She took a deep breath and stood up. "Why don't we all get ready for bed. It's almost eleven."

"I don't have school tomorrow," Jake said.

"Why not?"

"Teacher planning day or something. All I know is that I don't have to go to school in the morning."

"Well, your dad and I have to go to work." She shut off the lamp.

"I'm not that tired, Reba," Brock said.

"Well, then you two stay up. I don't care. I'm going to bed." She kissed Jake on the forehead. "Night, honey."

"Night, Mom."

"Goodnight, Reba."

She just looked at Brock, not returning the expression and walked up the stairs to her room. As she rounded the steps into the hallway, she heard Jake's voice, whispering.

"Why is Mom upset?"

"She's not," Brock told him in the same hushed tone.

"Dad, I'm not five anymore. I know something's bothering her. What is it? Did you do something?"

"Why would you think that I did something?"

"You used to make her mad a lot."

Reba sighed and leaned against the wall. The last thing she wanted was for her kids to think that she hated their father. From Jake's statement, his mindset was surely headed in that direction.

"I know I did," Brock responded after a moment. "I'm trying to fix that, though."

"Is she mad because you two are married again?"

"I'm sure that doesn't help anything."

"Do you really not want to be married to her, Dad?"

She didn't hear Brock's answer. Maybe it was because she chose not to hear it or maybe it was because he spoke in an even lower tone just in case he knew she was listening. Either way, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. She just wanted this next year to hurry up and be over so she could go back to her normal life without having to worry about Brock.