Title: Enchantment
Chapter 7: Something so Hart
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Previously-
She was already hard at work in the kitchen by the time he arrived downstairs. His hair was dripping wet and his stubble was gone.
"Let me help. I'm great at making toast. He held his hand up to attest to his skills. "I'll even put the toaster away when I'm done."
"You don't have to. It can stay on the counter."
Brock was stunned by her behavior. Whoa, whatever the secret is must be really bad then.
What happens next? Keep reading to find out more!
The answers to the questions above will be revealed as you read the story. Here is "Enchantment!"
Now on with our next chapter-
Reba stood at the island counter, chopping tomatoes, green peppers, mushrooms, and ham.
"So, yes or no on the toast?" he asked.
"Sure, why not? It might be fun," she answered.
"What are you doing? The kids hate those things in their eggs."
"I know. I'm making it for you. I know that omelets are your favorite."
He took the knife out of her hands, turning her around to face him. "Reba, what's going on? You haven't made me an omelet in ten years."
She didn't meet his eyes. "Nothing, just trying to do something nice for my best friend." She went back to her task.
"How about you have one of those with me?"
"Sure."
He eyed her with suspicion. "But you don't like them."
"I don't like tomatoes and green peppers, but I've never had them in eggs before. It can't hurt me to try it once."
"Honey, if you don't like it, don't force yourself to eat it on my account. How about some of those chocolate chip waffles that you used to make?"
"Coming right up." She grabbed the waffle maker from under the counter.
Kyra walked in through the back door. "'Morning, family." She stopped at the sight of her parents. She was the only one who hadn't seen them in their current condition yet. "Whoa!"
Reba ran up and hugged her. "I'm so happy to see you."
"Cheyenne said that I had to see this, but I didn't think that it would be like this." She looked Brock up and down. "Dad?"
"Yeah, pumpkin."
"Cool! This is fun. So, you gave me a hard time about Scott because of the age difference. What about the age difference between you and your new boyfriend, Mom?"
"Kyra Eleanor!"
"I'm just kidding. So, have the two of you hooked up yet?"
"Kyra, that's completely inappropriate!" Reba exclaimed.
"You're both perfectly normal red blooded American teenagers. You're a guy and girl with raging hormones sharing a bedroom together. It wouldn't surprise me."
"There's a divider up. Everything is perfectly innocent. Your father has no reason to revisit his romantic past. He's having too great of a time in the present. Lori Ann is interested in him, but he apparently turned her down."
"Dad and Lori Ann? That I gotta see."
Reba snickered. "You should've seen them when they went out on their date last night."
"So, how far did you get last night? I'm not sure I totally trust Cheyenne's version."
"I'm your mother. I'm not discussing that with you."
"No offense, Mom, but have you looked at yourself?"
Brock cut in. "She got to third base and was about to go all the way when we showed up."
Kyra laughed. "I can imagine what that was like to see."
"In Cheyenne's living room, nonetheless. Which reminds me- Reba, what were you thinking? Didn't Mike have a hotel room or something?"
"I know it sounds stupid, but we were trying to recreate our first time."
"Wait a second! I thought I was your first." Brock's arms were folded as he stood there waiting for an explanation.
"You took my virginity, but you weren't the first guy I fooled around with. Mike was."
Brock sat down at the table. "Is that it, or are there anymore secrets between us?"
"There might be a couple more. If you'll be patient, maybe you'll find out real soon. Brock, it's not like our first time was a night to remember. You and I were drunk. We woke up shocked to be in bed together naked. I wasn't even dating you."
"It was like a dream come true. I really liked you."
Reba swallows uncomfortably. "Thank you." She went back to the stove, fixing eggs, bacon, and waffles.
They didn't notice that Kyra had slipped out of the room.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"You could slice up some fruit, finish the toast, and set the table."
"Okay, but can I pour one waffle? You know how much I like to do that."
Reba nodded. She was already at the counter with the waffle maker and the batter. He came up behind her. His arms encircled her on either side. He brushed against her.
His hands poured the mix into the hot device. "All we need now is butter and syrup. You know how much I love my butter and syrup."
Reba shivered, remembering the mornings with breakfast in bed. Brock always insisted on her staying naked when she woke up that way. He would pretend to accidentally spill something on her, just to lick it off. "I remember," she whispered.
"Do I see batter on you?"
Reba tried to get out of his grasp. She was locked into his embrace. He lifted her hand to lick the batter off her fingers and wrist. He turned her around to kiss her lips at last. She returned the kiss with aplomb.
"Can I have benefits now?" he whispered.
"Maybe? At least until you're done with me."
"I'll never be done with you. I don't think I can get enough."
"Give it some time, and believe me, you'll be done."
He moved his lips to her ear. "Never."
She shivered. "Brock, the food, it won't cook itself. We've got hungry kids to feed."
"Right." Brock's smile slipped a little. He took his arms away from her sides.
The moment between them was forgotten as they worked to put breakfast on the table. With the all of the children and grandchildren at home, they decided to eat in the dining room.
That's when Barbra Jean and Henry arrived unannounced. "Knock, knock. A family breakfast and you didn't invite me?" Barbra Jean looked as if she were about to cry. "I guess I expected this since Brock and I are divorced now."
"No, Barbra Jean, you know that's not true. You and Henry are still family," Brock responded.
"Well, I expected better from my best friend."
"Best friend? Have you seen me lately? Things are a little different now. In fact, my best friend is right here." Reba put her hand on Brock's shoulder.
Barbra Jean walked over to Brock, tugged his shirt collar down, and sneered at him. "Listen, Blondie, she's my best friend, so you can't have her."
"Barbra Jean, don't you think that you're being a little bit irrational?" Brock asked, with his limited airway. Barbra Jean was slightly cutting off his airway.
"Brock, we were married for six years. When have you ever known me to be rational?"
"Good point. You may want to let go of him though, it's considered child abuse," Reba quipped.
Van and Kyra snickered. Barbra Jean let go of Brock. Brock did not look amused.
"Daddy, how long will you be like this?" Henry asked.
"I'm not sure, buddy. But you should know that I'll be here for you no matter what."
Cheyenne cut in. "In fact, I think it's a great idea if Henry spends some time here. He could spend the whole week here, since they will be spending so much time at home."
"Where will he sleep? We have a packed house," Reba commented.
Jake started to say something, but Cheyenne cut him off. "I'll put a cot up so Henry can sleep in Dad's room. I'm in charge and what I say goes." Cheyenne gave a look that dared anyone to defy her.
"Wait a second. Cheyenne's in charge? Daddy, I'll starve to death!" Henry exclaimed.
Kyra snickered again. "This just keeps getting better and better."
Van stood up from his place at the table. "Wait! I'm also in charge and I say that Nell has to cook every meal this week as part of her punishment." He grinned with satisfaction.
Reba folded her arms. "Whatever! Barbra Jean, sit down before the food gets cold."
"Ooo, omelets! Has Brock been a good boy?"
Reba rolled her eyes. "I was trying to be nice."
"I love those omelets. Can I have some?"
Reba gave Barbra Jean and Brock each half of the omelets. She gave Brock a death glare. "How could you ever give up a wife that was so perfect for you?"
Brock looked deeply into her crystal clear blue eyes. "I don't know. I've been asking myself that question for years." He looked hungrily at the plate of waffles. "Which one is the one I prepared?"
Reba handed him the waffle that was large, messy, and unlike the others on the platter.
Brock made eye contact with Reba again as he smothered his waffle with butter and syrup. He took a bite. "Hmm, I do like my butter and syrup."
Reba blushed.
Cheyenne and Kyra noticed the way that Reba was interacting with Brock, especially how her cheeks reddened. Cheyenne grinned triumphantly, nodding to her sister. Reba spent a good portion of the meal complimenting and flirting with Brock. They reminisced about good memories they spent as a family when the kids were little.
Cheyenne went into the kitchen. "Hey, Ma, did you know that the toaster was left out again?"
"Yeah, I told your dad that it could stay on the counter."
Cheyenne's mouth flew open. "I'm twenty-four years old. I can't ever remember a time when you allowed Dad to leave the toaster out."
Reba shrugged. "There's a first time for everything."
Van checked his watch. "Hey, it's after 10 a.m. and you haven't made us to go church yet."
"That's right. We're staying home today."
"A Sunday of no church and a buffet of food? Something is fishy here," Cheyenne remarked.
Van took a big bite of eggs. "Cheyenne, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. It's the perfect Sunday. The only thing that would make it better would be if we got to watch football all day long."
"It's fine with me, if that's what you and Brock want," Reba said.
Van's eyebrows drew together. "Huh?"
"Mom, you're making their heads hurt. What they want to know is why you're acting so suspiciously," Kyra interjected.
"It's nothing. I just want everyone to be happy. It's a nice family day. I'll even sit down and watch football with you." It may be the last time I get to spend a day like this with them. By the time Lori Ann gets here, it'll be over for me.
Everyone eyed Reba suspiciously at that point. When she saw their eyes, her eyes started to mist. She sprang up from her chair and ran to the safety of her bedroom.
Brock came in a short time later. He saw Reba crying. "Honey, what's wrong.
"You win, Brock." She started taking off her clothes. "I want you to have sex with me right now."
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