When Kyra got home from school Brock and Reba were the only two who were in the living room. They sat on opposite sides of the couch and watched tv, in silence. Kyra looked over at her parents, confused as why Brock was over here. "What's going on here?" She asked tossing her small black purse over by the coat rack.

"The condo gets boring because it's too quiet. I guess because there's not someone making a smart aleck comments about every little thing I do." He said with annoyance in his voice.

Reba rose an eyebrow over at Brock and crossed her arms against her chest. "I got news for you Brock. You don't live here! If you want someone to make smart aleck comments about everything you do then have Kyra spend the night at the condo with you or something. Heck, she's more like me than the other kids." She said as she got up and walked into the kitchen, just as annoyed as Brock was. This was what they did. They annoyed each other, but it was a special kind of annoyance that they didn't know how to explain.

"Your mother is quite annoying." Reba heard the blonde say from the living room. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he knew she could hear him. She sat her glass of water on the counter and walked into the living room.

"At least I'm not a gigantic butt like some people!" She exclaimed as Kyra rolled her eyes and walked upstairs. They always bickered at each other, although Kyra could sense that something was up between the two. She didn't really care to make a big deal about it until they admitted that something was going on. "See what you did. You made Kyra leave the room."

Brock rolled his eyes and looked at Reba. "Do you think she might know that something is going on between us?"

Reba raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "Considering that nothing is going on between us yet, I don't think so. Although she has always been really smart." Reba said as she took a seat next to Brock. "Should we maybe get the kids together and let them know that we're at least working on our relationship but we don't know how things are going to go? We can tell them that we're starting off as friends and we're going to see where it goes from there."

Brock looked at her, and nodded his head in agreement. "Reba if we don't then they may resent us for keeping something like this from them. It's probably the best thing to do." Brock said as Reba took a deep breath.

As soon as they finished their conversation Jake walked through the door. "Good. Your home. We need to talk to you." Reba said as she then called for Kyra to come back down to the living room. When the four of them were all in the living room Reba took a deep breath. "So we wanted to let you know that we're working on our relationship. Maybe our flower will blossom or maybe it won't, but we're going to try and see what happens. However, we're going to take it slow." Reba said as she looked at her two youngest children.

Jake looked over at his parents and shrugged. "Okay." He said as he got up and walked into the kitchen to get a drink and an after school snack.

Brock looked over at Kyra. "What are you thinking Kyra?" He asked, curious to what she was going to say. She was either going to be okay with it or completely against it, but whatever she decided she was going to be open about it.

Kyra looked at her parents. "Well dad's no longer married to Barbra Jean so I think its fine, as long as you don't hurt mom and the rest of us the way you did last time." Kyra said looked at Brock. Reba and Brock were both shocked that Kyra was okay with it, but Brock was not shocked when Kyra said as long as he didn't hurt them again.

Brock walked over to his daughter and kissed her forehead. "Kyra, I am so sorry that I hurt you the way I did."

Reba walked over and kissed her forehead as well and then wrapped her arms around her. "Me too." She said softly as Brock wrapped his arms around his daughter and ex-wife.

Kyra smiled and hugged them back and then pushed them away. "Okay that's enough love for a year." She said laughing as she recruited back to her room upstairs.

"That went oddly okay." Brock said as he looked at Reba and the two went to sit back on the couch. Reba nodded her head in agreement and then rested her feet on the coffee table. He then looked at Reba's feet and laughed. "Why is it okay if you put your feet on the coffee table but it's not okay if I do?"

"Well the answer is actually really simple. It's not your coffee table." Reba said as she smirked over at the man who had his arm resting on the back of the couch.

Brock rose his eyebrows and laughed a little. "I remember paying for this when we first moved in to this house."

Reba looked at him with a serious face. "But don't you remember that I got the house and everything in it in the divorce. So now this coffee table is mine, not ours." She said with as she smirked at him. The loved bickering at each other, even when they were trying to work on things.

Brock rolled his eyes at her and chuckled some. Reba was one of a kind, and he knew that. She was special, and over the years she maintained her beauty. Her pale skin, long red hair, her beautiful blue eyes. Everything about her was gorgeous, and he was paralyzed by her beauty. "You know what Reba, what do you say we go on another date tonight?"

Reba raised her eyebrows and looked at her. "We just went out last night, Brock. I don't think we should be going out every night."

When he heard the red head say this he looked at her. "Oh come on, Red. It'll be fine. Jake and Kyra will both be home, and if Kyra's not then Jake is old enough to stay home alone."

Reba looked at Brock and sighed. "Fine Brock." She then put on a small smile as Brock jumped out of his seat.

"I'll come and pick you up at five." Brock said with a soft smile. He then kissed her cheek and was out the door. Finally some alone time for herself, even though her two youngest kids were in the house. At least she could spend time with them, if Kyra ever came out of her room and if Jake came out of the kitchen.