Chapter 10
Reba awoke a couple of hours later to see that it was dark out already. She smiled and turned to find the other side of her bed empty and cold. She sat up a little to see if Brock was still in the room but he was no where in sight. She hopped out of bed and slipped into her silk robe that hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Reba almost had her hand on the door knob when the door to her bedroom opened and Brock came through it. Reba was about to go into panic mode there. She was still so afraid Brock was going to walk out on her any second.
Brock smiled as he saw her awake. "Sleep ok?"
Reba nodded but yawned a bit. Chuckling Brock grabbed her hand and started to drag her out of the bedroom. 'It was a good thing she put her robe on.' Brock wouldn't let go of her until they got to the bottom of the stairs. He then took out a black piece of fabric from his back pocket and without saying a word, proceeded to tie it around her eyes.
"Brock...what in the world...?"
Brock smiled and took her hands into his. "Just hold on a moment." Brock then begun to lead her slowly towards the door to the backyard. He stopped only a moment to open the doors. Reba shivered as she felt the cool breeze. The silk robe she wore was not helping against the cold. Brock led her though the doors and out onto the concrete area. Brock let go to close the doors.
"Brock are you going to tell me what the hell your doin?"
Brock smiled again and slowly removed the blind fold from her eyes. Reba's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes filled with tears at the sight before her. Brock had laid out a thick blanket in their backyard. Candle were carefully spread out, soft music was playing, and there was a small picnic on the blanket. Reba could not believe Brock had did all this. This really wasn't the Brock she divorced a little over a year ago. The only time he had ever done anything this romantic was during their first valentine's as man and wife. This was all to much. Now the hormones were kickin in because soon her eyes were gushing with tears. She turned to Brock and bought him into a hug. She gave him a slight peck on the lips as she begun to let go. She wiped her eyes and smiled. "This..." she said turning to jester towards the picnic. "Is to much."
Brock smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Nothing is to much for you."
Reba shook her head and smiled. "I'm sorry but I'm really not used to all this. What happened to the Brock Hart I divorced over a year ago?"
Brock let go of her and turned her towards him. He took her hands in his and kissed the top of them. "I told you that I was going to change. I'm sorry for everything and for making you feel the way I did and breaking up this family. I'm doing this because I want to show you I love you and that I am a changed man."
Reba couldn't say anything because when Brock said his small speech Reba's eyes were gushing tears again. Brock chuckled and cupped the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wip away her tears.
"Come on." he said letting his hand fall into hers once again. He pulled her towards the blanket but she wouldn't budge. Brock turned to her confused.
"Now, before I say anything I want you to know how terribly romantic it is and Iove that you did all this for me but..." Reba bit her lip she really didn't want to spoil the mood but..."It's a little cold out and just standing here I'm quite cold now. This robe doesn't really keep me warm."
Brock's hand rose in the air and he smacked himself right on the forehead. This was a bad idea. Reba could catch a cold. It couldn't be good for the baby. "Your right. I wasn't thinking. You go on inside, I'll clean this up."
Reba frowned a bit. She still wanted the picnic. "Can't we just move the picnic inside?"
Brock smiled. "Absolutely. You go in on the couch. I'll bring the stuff in." Reba shook her head and began to help him. Brock stopped her just before she was about to pick up the basket of food. "No." he said firmly. "You go inside and I will clean up. I don't want you to get sick."
Reba nodded and turned to go inside. As Reba walked into the house the heat quickly spread through her body. She sighed as she grabbed a blanket and settled onto the couch. She suddenly realized how quiet it was and wondered where the kids were. Brock had mentioned Cheyenne and Van going to look at apartments. They were probably still out. It was a little early for Kyra and Jake to go to sleep. She thought about going upstairs to check ot see if they were up there when Brock walked in through the patio door. Reba crained her neck to see Brock walking into the kitchen to pu a few things away. "Where's Kyra and Jake?" Reba yelled to him.
"Their upstairs. Kyra is making sure he stays up there for the night to give us some privacy. I made sure they had dinner and no need to worry, it wasn't any fast food."
Reba smiled and shook her head. Brock walked into the living room with a tray carrying two glasses, a bottle of sparkling grape juice, and from the looks of it strawberries, her favorite fruit. Brock set the tray down and took a seat right next to Reba. He smiled towards her as he poored her a generous amount of grape juice and handed it to her, then proceeding to pour some for himself. He then sat back as he watched her sip her juice. Reba, despite knowing Brock for about twenty three years and being married for twenty of them, she felt uncomfortable under his gaze.
She finally couldn't take it. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
He smiled and took her hand that was resting in her lap. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I can't believe you gave me another chance. I wouldn't have forgiven me." He said lowering his head to stair at his hand holding hers.
Reba put a small smile on her face and replied, "Well, how that you mention it..." Brock's eyes widened and his head snapped up to look at Reba. "I'm kidding Brock. Your to hard on yourself. Yes you did me wrong but I do believe people should get a second chance. It's going to take some time Brock, to really make this work and I do want this to work." Brock smiled and kissed her hand that he was still holding. "Now I want to try one of these gorgeous lookin strawberries." Reba took one from the tray and bit into it. A moan escaped from her mouth.
Meanwhile Brock was being ridiculous and becoming jealous that a strawberry made her moan like that.
Reba turned to Brock and shoved the strawberry in his face. "Try this." Brock tightened his mouth and shook his head. Reba rolled her eyes. "Come on Brock, quit acting like Van when Cheyenne is forced to give him medicine.
Brock smiled and opened his mouth to let Reba give him some of her strawberry.
A little white later Cheyenne and Van walked into the house through the back door. They were discussing a couple of apartments they saw when they saw Brock and Reba sitting on the couch laughing and feeding each other. Cheyenne wanted to be angry at them. She wanted to be angry at them for sitting there, laughing and having a good time while Barbara Jean was off somewhere probably crying but to be honest, as she looked towards her parents, their love for each other seemed to fill the room. She watched as her mother and father wrapped around each other and snuggled together.
Cheyenne felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to her husband. "They seem to be happy Cheyenne." Cheyenne just nodded. "This may work. Just look at them."
Cheyenne looked towards her parents again and it seemed more evident now then ever of their love. Them just sitting there you could tell how much they loved each other, it was just the way they held one another. "I can see that Van. I am just a little worried that my dad is going to hurt my mom again. I don't want her going through that again. Then there's Barbara Jean who is going through it. I can only imagine how terribel she feels. I mean to find your husband is going back to his ex-wife and to find out she's pregnant."
Van sighed and wrapped his arms around Cheyenne and pulled her closer. "I know the situation is a bad one Cheyenne but Barbara Jean is strong, she will move on and I don't see Mr. H going anywhere this time. I don't think he would do tha to your mom again."
Cheyenne turned to Van, her face now full of anger. "He did it again but only to Barbara Jean! Who's to say he won't do it a third time."
"It's not gonna happen. I really think your dad wants this to work this time. I know it's hard to trust your dad but think of your mom. She has really good judgment on a lot of things. Don't you think if your dad wasn't willing she wouldn't have taken him back?"
Cheyenne sighed and thought about what Van said. He was right, her mother wouldn't have let her dad back in if he wasn't serious. She prayed that her dad didn't hurt her mom again. Her mom must trust her dad so she was going to have to too. Cheyenne and Van snuck into the livingroom quietly, just in case they were asleep. Their eyes were closed but Cheyenne and Van still weren't sure. They snuck up the stairs and figured they would talk to them in the morning.
Brock awoke when he heard a creak. His head turned to the stairs and he just saw Van and Cheyenne disappear around the corner. Brock shifted a little, careful not to wake Reba, she sure went to sleep fast, despite her nap, she must have been completely tired. Brock looked down at the sleeping red head and smiled. She looked like an angel. His hand slipped from her hand and down to her stomach. Through the thin fabric of her robe he could definately feel that her stomach was slightly thicker. He was really excited about this child. He wanted him or her more than anything. He knew what he did to Barbara Jean was wrong but he couldn't help but love Reba so much. They had been through so much together, he can't throw that away. He was stupid the first time. He hated himself for what he did and he hated that one night with Barbara Jean had destroyed his marriage to Reba. His twenty year marriage. How could he have thrown away twenty years? That was all in the past now. They now needed to focus on the baby and working it out. Brock felt Reba move and for a moment he thought she had awoken but he looked down to realize she had only snuggled more into his embrace. He smiled and layed his head on hers and fell asleep in a matter of minutes.
The next morning Reba awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. She smiled as her nose carried her to the kitchen where Brock was standing by the stove and was putting eggs onto a plate. Brock turned with two plates in his hands and smiled when he saw Reba standing in the kitchen entrance. "Sit." he said gesturing towards the table. Reba sat down and Brock set before her a plate of eggs, bacon, fruit, and toast. She mumbled a thank you and began eating.
"Orange juice or milk?" he asked setting down his own plate. Brock chuckled when he heard orange juice through a mouth full of eggs and toast. He poured a generous amount of juice for the both of them and set one of them before her.
Reba swallowed the rest of the food that was in her mouth and smiled. "You know, a girl could get used to this."
They ate but not in silence. They mainly talked about the baby. Reba mentioned she needed to make an appointment to see one. They talked name and where they would put the baby once he or she arrived. If Cheyenne and Van did move out, of course the baby would take their room but Reba hoped they didn't and they would put the baby in with them. They received their answer a half hour later when they were putting their breakfast dishes in the dishwasher and Cheyenne and Van walked into the kitchen.
Their conversation came to a halt when Cheyenne and Van took the two stool seats in front of them. Reba didn't know what was coming but she braced herself for yelling. What she heard come from her daughters mouth surprised her.
"Were sorry mom. For everything we said yesterday."
Van interrupted his wife quickly to add, "Well, actually honey you said all that stuff."
Cheyenne glared and hit her husband. Van mumbled a sorry. "Anyway, I really had no right to call you all those names. I saw how you and dad are together and I realize that you two really want to make it work this time. Please accept my apology."
Reba's eyes filled with tears and she practically ran around the counter to bring her daughter into a tight hug. After a couple of minutes Reba finally let go. She stroked her hair a bit and held back a few tears that threatened to fall. "Thank you sweetie. It makes me feel better knowing your happy for me." She smiled at both of them and saw Van open his arms for a hug. Reba held up her hand. "I'm ok." Van slowly let his arms down and frowned. Reba saw this and rolled her eyes. "Oh come here." Van smiled and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. Reba's eyes bugged out and her breath became a little short. "Van...your going to break my spine."
Van let go of her quickly. "Sorry Mrs. H."
Cheyenne wanted to say something but hesitated a little. Reba noticed. "Something you wanted to say?"
Cheyenne nodded and began. "At first we wanted to move out because we were mad at you two but Van and I got to talking last night and..." She looked towards her husbend and he just nodded for her to continue. "We think we should still move out."
Reba's eyes widened. "No way. Your staying." she said firmly.
"Mom with the new baby coming and all we think it would be better. You would have more room for the baby."
Reba stood firm and shook her head. "No. Your father and I discussed this. The baby will be staying in our room. Now your not moving out until your ready. Now that's final."
Cheyenne nodded. Her best bet was to not say anything anymore. Red was gettin in a mood and combine her angry mood with hormones and it wouldn't be pretty. Reba smiled and nodded. Everything was going as it should.
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