Chapter 7
Reba couldn't believe Terry. What was he thinking trying stuff like that when they were in someone else's house and bed? That was probably why he was acting all loving. He thought the great night was going to continue. It wouldn't have been a great night for her. She still shook her head and couldn't get over the fact that last time it happened it was only two minutes. He was such a pig. Terry only cared about his own needs. He never cared about hers and he never noticed when she was upset. He didn't care.
He didn't notice she was trying hard not to be upset when he brought up the dress thing. It wasn't funny back then and it still wasn't funny today. She tried to laugh about it but it was one of her most embarrassing moments of her life. He made it sound so…dirty. It wasn't like they could really see anything. The white dress wasn't see-through or anything but it was just the way he said it. She didn't know why it bothered her so much. It was a long time ago and it didn't do any good to dwell on things so she decided to let it go and look towards the future.
She walked downstairs and into the kitchen. She turned on the light and someone turned around sharply as if they had been caught doing something wrong. It was Jake. He was rummaging in the freezer. She chuckled because he was holding a bag of cookies and had one cookie in his mouth.
His eyes were wide and he let the cookie drop from his mouth and into his hand. "Umm…I…fridge…and the light." He mumbled trying to come up with an excuse for being downstairs.
Reba laughed a bit more as she approached the counter. "I am guessing your dad doesn't let you up this late or…" she said glancing at the cookies in his hand, "Eat cookies this late either."
Jake shook his head and set the cookies on the counter. "You're not going to tell my dad on me, are you?"
Reba didn't get a chance to answer before they both heard a voice at the kitchen entrance. "She won't have to."
They both turned to see Brock standing there in his robe, arms crossed. "Umm…I was sleep walking." Jake said trying to hide the cookies.
Brock raised and eyebrow and Reba spoke up when she saw this. "It's true. I came down here to get something to drink and I saw him asleep, rummaging through the freezer and I woke him up."
Brock chuckled and shook his head. "I saw him leave his room perfectly awake, nice try."
Reba looked at Jake and mouthed a sorry to him. Jake shrugged. "Thanks for trying." Jake said walking towards his dad. "Am I in trouble?"
Brock laughed and ruffled Jake's hair. "Nah, you're not in trouble."
Jake looked confused and tried to straighten it out. "What's with you dad, normally I would be in…oh." He said smiling.
Brock looked at his son in confusion. "What do you mean, oh?"
Jake chuckled. "You're only acting this nice because Mrs. Holliway is here."
Brock shook his head and walked over to where the cookies were. "Don't be ridiculous."
"He likes you, ya know." Jake said.
Brock turned to stare at his son. "I'm warning you Jake."
Jake smirked. "All right, he doesn't like you." He paused a moment before adding, "He looooves you."
Brock gave Jake a menacing glare. "If you don't go to bed right now you will be in trouble." Jake turned and almost ran back to his room once his father said those words.
Reba laughed and turned to Brock. "He's adorable."
Brock sighed and shook his head. "Adorable was five years ago. Now, he's a demon."
Reba smiled and took a cookie. "He's a teenager."
"Same thing." Brock said.
Reba laughed loudly at that one. "I've been there. I still am there a bit. Kyra is maturing a bit though. Better than I ever did. She actually tells me where she is going to be."
Brock rolled his eyes. "Quit bragging." He said setting a glass in front of her and pouring some milk into it.
Reba smiled and took a sip of milk. "Not like that for you huh?"
Brock shook his head. "Jake isn't that bad but Cheyenne was tough. She got pregnant at seventeen."
Reba nodded. "Barbara Jean was telling me about that."
Brock sighed and nodded as they walked over to the table and sat down. "It was hard, raising her but she's doing well now. I'm just so proud of her. She's going to graduate soon and they have their own house now, their just doing so great."
Reba smiled. "And…you're going to be a grandfather soon…again."
Brock smiled wide and nodded. "Yeah, I can't wait. What about you?"
Reba's eyes widened. "I am not ready to be a grandmother yet! Kyra better not make me one anytime soon!"
Brock laughed and shook his head. "No, I mean, besides her maturing now and telling you everywhere she goes. What was it like raising her?"
Reba shrugged and took another cookie. "She was an interesting child." Reba said with a smile.
Brock chuckled. "How so?"
"She punched a dog because he kept going to the bathroom in our yard. The dog never did it again. She beat up some neighbor kid for making fun of her cousin and when we moved into our new house, she tried to move out. She was a little terror. She's always had an attitude."
"She's you." Brock said smiling.
Reba smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess she is but I hope she doesn't stay that way."
There was a long pause between them because Brock didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to know what she meant but it wasn't any of his business to get into her personal life. He decided to change the subject. "You always talked about a big family. How come you two never had anymore kids?"
"You remember what Terry said. We had a hard time trying for her." Reba looked down at her milk sadly. "When I did finally get pregnant I was just so excited but I also had a rough time. I was on bed rest for two months before the doctor said it would be ok if I was to go into labor now because the baby's lungs were developed enough. I couldn't do anything while on bed rest. I just watched television and talked to my mama a lot. I couldn't even go to the bathroom on my own. Terry hired a nurse to help me with that. After I finally did give birth I just couldn't have anymore children."
Brock cringed a bit for bringing it up. He heard the sadness in her voice when she said she couldn't have anymore. He knew she always talked about having a house full of children running, laughing, and playing games with each other. Terry would always say she was nuts and if she wanted to have that many children with him then she would have to take care of them. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up."
Reba shrugged and then put on a beautiful smile. "It's ok. I was blessed with Kyra and she is the light of my life, the apple of my eye, and sometimes…the pain in my side."
Brock laughed. "They are worth it in the end though, right?"
Reba nodded. "Yup and I am just so proud of her. She wants to pursue her music after she graduates instead of going to college. I can't stop her. I can only support her but I am still proud of her. She actually invited me to one of her gigs one night." Reba laughed. "Can you imagine me in a club?" Brock had to chuckle a bit too. "I did go though, only because she asked me to. She did a wonderful job. I cried. She certainly has the talent to make it and she has such a beautiful voice."
Brock smiled. "I remember someone else who has a beautiful voice."
She turned a peach color and smiled. "Thanks but…I don't sing anymore."
Brock's smile faded. "Why not, you always talked about wanting to be a famous country singer."
Reba shrugged. "Well, after Terry and I got married it just wasn't possible." Reba looked down at her fingers, trying not to look into Brock's eyes for she felt ashamed. "Terry was never really supportive of that. He always said there wasn't a big chance I would even make it." She looked up. "I can see the logic in that. I am happy how my life has turned out."
"Are you?" Brock asked before he could even stop himself.
Reba raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Brock cringed but it was too late to turn back now. "Well, I mean, are you happy with the whole being a real estate agent?" he said trying to cover what he had said.
Reba relaxed when he explained what he meant a little more. "I am very happy with my job. If I was to go into singing I might not have had married Terry or had Kyra. Things always happen for a reason. I am very happy with my life."
Brock nodded and didn't pursue the conversation. He almost had blown his cover. They didn't say anything for a while. They just ate a couple of more cookies and drank the rest of their milk. Reba was getting quite tired sitting there. "I need to go get some sleep." She said standing. "I'll see you in the morning."
She quickly left the kitchen. She was happy the subject of what Jake had said never came up. She had ignored it the best she could while talking with Brock but it was still nagging in the back of her mind. Jake said he liked her first. If Brock hadn't said anything and just left it alone, Reba would have figured Jake meant as a friend but then he said he loves her. Maybe she was reading too much into it. Maybe Jake was just being the typical annoying teenager and was just teasing his father. She really hoped that was the truth because she didn't know if she could handle it if it was anything else.
Reba sighed and slowly walked into the bedroom, trying to stay as quiet as possible so she didn't wake Terry. He probably wouldn't awake even if she set off some bombs by his ear. He was always a very heavy sleeper. She slid in beside her husband and lay there for a moment. Listening to her husband snore loudly, like a freight train. Some people told her that the little things that annoy you about your spouse now you will miss when they are gone. She wasn't so sure if she would miss Terry's snoring. She then sighed and rolled over to sleep.
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