After the second court of Barbra Jean and Brock's divorce, Brock felt confident in giving Reba a surprise. Something had been lifted off his shoulders. He and Reba are getting there, slow though. He arrived to an empty house, Reba had informed him she had a meeting. Great. He began to order flowers, two dozen. Then he began to take strawberries dipped in chocolate, wine, and utensils out to the tree house. there he set some candles he planned to light 5 minutes before she arrives. The doorbell rang, as he strode to the door expecting the florist.
"Reba!" He opened the door."What are you doing here?"
"It's my house," She gave him a flirtatious yet annoyed glance.
"I know, I thought you had a meeting," Brock took her jacket from her.
"Yeah, tomorrow." Reba gave him a confused lookas Brock pulled her into a hug for a few seconds.
"I missed you at work," She murmured. Brock, in return, chuckled, kissing her on her forehead, rocking her in his arms. After there talk, they have gotten closer and they could tell she was much happier than they have seen her in a long time.
Brock then had to come up with a way to talk her not to enter the kitchen. "Hey, dear, why don't you go take a nice hot bath upstairs," Brock inquired her.
"Why?" She suggestively flirted.
"No reason, just I wanna you know get you to relax," Brock made up a reason, for emphasis he began kissing her softly. The doorbell rang. She broke out of their embrace, and headed for the door.
"Reba, what are you doing?" Brock took hold of one of her arms.
"The doorbell rang" She looked at him as if he was insane.
"I'll get it!" Brock told her.
"No, geesh, Brock!" Reba opened the door. A young man stood at the door, holding two dozen of red roses.
"Roses for Reba Hart." He informed. Reba shot Brock a glance and took the flowers.
"Thank you." Brock refused to meet her eyes, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Brock! Did you get these for me?" Reba took a hold of the note as Brock still refused to look at here, slightly embarrassed.
"To My Dearest, Nothing can compare to thy beauty,For you, these roses An insignificant comparision To you, my love," Reba read aloud, smile growing larger.
"Brock!" She snaked an arm around his," That was so sweet." She placed her hand on his cheek, taking him into sight and the two shared a kiss.
"I'm going to put these in water." She began walking to the kitchen.
"Hey, Reba? Um, why don't you put them upstairs. So, uh, um, you can think of me." Brock made up an excuse for her to not enter the unprepared area.
"Great." She smiled, giving him one more peck and heading up the stairs.
Brock quickly rushed into the kitchen to the smell of something burning.
"No!" He headed to the oven, pulling out a partially burnt lasagna. He managed to cut out an intriguing shape, hiding the burnt parts. He placed the two on the table.
Reba walked back down, then paused when she saw everything.
"What is today?" She playfully questioned him, placing herself on the chair Brock pulled out.
"Nothing," He began pouring two cups of wine.
"Brock, how was court?" Reba had to ask, something just caused so much , though? She should be happy that he was back in her arms and Barbra Jean, the one that stole him, is getting hurt. Or is he is just scared of being lonely?
"Just fine, we agreed on most issues." Brock told her, as he began eating the lasagna, which consisted of most of the burnt parts of the lasagna.
"Barbra Jean asked if you would go bowling with Henry," Brock immediately froze after what Reba told him. He had to choose between his son and the woman he was trying to impress.
"Brock? I told her that you might next Saturday, and you can take Jake and Elizabeth." Reba added, much to his relief," I might too."
"Cool" He smiled, and as soon as he realized Reba was done, he stood up. He placed out a hand and Reba gladly accepted.
"We're going somewhere.?" Reba couldn't help let out a smile. He placed his palms over her eyes and led her out to the back yard. Brock then had to reveal to her his surprise because he knew she couldn't climb up the treehouse blinded and he can't carry her. She stared at the treehouse as Brock motioned her to climb.
"Mmm," Reba let out a delighted sigh. She flicked the little stem of the strawberry as she took a look around. The two, isolated, sat on a blanket. Reba glanced around from the candles to the the picnic of treats.
"Maybe I won't regret marrying you again," Reba joked, a twinkle in her eye as she smiled.
"I won't if you let me do this more often," Brock suggestively told her.
"What is it?" Reba inquired.
Without another word, Brock's lips collided with hers. Reba scooted closer as he caressed her face with his hands. She moaned in delight with the sparks, the intensity, everything.
Reluctantly, the two broke apart."Mm," Reba let out a faint sigh that Brock heard. He winked at her and the two sat closer together.
"I realized we never had a true honeymoon," Brock added suggestively.
"Oh, no, slow down, hon," Reba smiled.
"I know, come on," Brock stood up, stepping up, as Reba obeyed and the two stood arm in arm in the treehouse. How clever this hideout was. Brock began twirling her hair as he lead some way.
"When'd you learn to dance?" Reba was amused as she took Brock's hand. And the two danced, to the music of silence. They remained in each others arms for the next few minutes, both not wanting to let go. Brock then lied down as he settled more into the treehouse.
"Lie down here." Brock motioned for her to lie down next to him. She smiled, snuggling closer to him. Maybe for one night she didn't have to pretend her heart didn't ache, the sparks didn't exist, this was fate.
She smiled. In his arms, she was able to be her for now. With that, she fell asleep in his arms in that treehouse.
(A/N: Hey....sorry for the mushiness, the delay... better stuff will be coming though!
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