Five months had passed since the sleepover.
"Mom where are you going?" Dayna asked coming down the stairs.
"To show someone a house," Reba said grabbing her briefcase.
"But it's Saturday."
"And I work any time, any day."
"What if I want to hang out with Hannah and Cara today. I haven't seen them in forever," Dayna whined.
"Oh like you haven't just seen them at school yesterday?" Reba laughed. "You can hang out with them later when I get home but until then no. I'm running late. We'll talk later." Dayna let out a sigh and stomped back up the stairs. She immediately called Hannah.
"Hey Hannah it's me Dayna."
"Oh hey what's up?"
"Nothing just that my mom went off to show somebody a house so we have to put our plan on hold."
"It's ok my dad went to play golf. So are we still going to go through with this new plan?"
"We already have everything reserved we have to."
"That's true. Ok so how are we going to do this since they are both out right now?"
"We'll just have to trick them into going."
Reba drove across town to a beautiful colonial home. There was already a car parked when Reba arrived. She quickly ran up to the houseand let herself in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Reba called out when she walked inside. Reba looked around. The house seemed empty. "Hello? Is anyone here?" Reba walked towards to living room and let out a sigh of relief when she saw someone sitting in the chair. "I know I'm late but-" Brock cut her off with a heart soaring kiss.
"But you're finally here and that's all that matters. So what took you so long?"
"Dayna. She wants your girls to come over or go over there. I didn't get the whole story yet."
"Oh well I could always take them to the pool and tell Hannah to invite you guys."
"That might work," Reba smiled. Brock sat on the couch and pulled Reba onto his lap.
"So they haven't given up yet huh?" Brock said placing kisses on Reba's neck.
"Nope," Reba giggled. "They have multiple ideas of how they will eventually get us together."
"Mmmm, I think we've got that covered," Brock whispered into her ear. "Do you remember all the different plans they've tried?"
"Let's see they've tried locking us in the attic, the shed, and the garage. They've tried getting us to have a date alone at the movies, at that restaurant, and at your dental office."
"Although I wouldn't count that as a date," Brock quickly added with a smile. Brock thought about their daughters failed attempts and his future with Reba. "So what do you think of the house?"
"Hey I'm the realetor here. I'm should be the one asking question," Reba smiled.
"Ok then ask away."
Reba looked around the room and thought about what to ask. "What do you think of it?" Reba giggled after her failed attempt.
"I think it's perfect. This is just the kind of house we would need...if we were...buying a house...together," Brock said carefully choosing his words and kissing her gently on the lips.
"But isn't it too big for us? I mean would we really need eight bedrooms?"
"No it's not too big but it's not too small either. If we get a house like this, then everyone gets their own room leaving one extra room."
"And just what would we use that extra room for?" Reba said smiling thinking of all the possibilities.
"We could use it for a nursery," Brock said simply. Reba snapped out of her day dream.
"A what?"
"A nursery, you know a place where a new baby sleeps," Brock explained.
"I know what a nursery is Brock," Reba laughed. "I'm just a little surprised. You want to have a baby with me?"
"Yes if we ever got to that point in our relationship. I mean the kids you and I have already are great but I would want us to have a baby that we both created." Brock hugged Reba closer to him. 'There were exactly two ways she could react,' Brock thought to himself. 'She could get mad or she could be happy I've thought this far into the future.' Brock secretly hoped for the latter.
Reba melted into Brock's hug. She couldn't have been happier. Her boyfriend just told her he was thinking about their future. When Reba truly thought about it she realized that Brock has been setting up a future for them for awhile now. He's been saving his money, looking at homes for them, and even planning in for additions to their family. "You are the sweetest man on earth," Reba said pulling Brock into a passionate kiss. "I'm so lucky to have you in my life."
"No Reba I'm the lucky one to have you in my life," Brock corrected.
"Before I met you there would be days where I didn't know which side was up. It would drive me crazy, then I met you. You made me feel safe. I would tell you my secrets and we were getting along great. But you ended up with Terry and I wasn't going to take you from him. I could see the way he loved you. I couldn't be around you two knowing that you were with Terry. I knew I would always love you so I left. That's the true reason I stayed away for so long Reba." Brock wiped a tear from Reba's cheek.
"When I moved my kids back to Houston, it was because I couldn't live in my house anymore. The pain that surrounded me had become unbearable. I was broken emotionally and so were my kids. But you comforted us, all of us. I know the anniversery of Terry's passing is coming up. Megan's been telling about the dark place you go to when that day comes. She said that you wear your old wedding band and lock yourself in your room all day." Reba got up and walked to the fireplace. Everything Brock was saying was overwhelming. How could she not mourn for her husband. Every year that passes hurts just as much as the one before.
"Reba?" Brock gently called out to her. Reba turned around. Brock had filled sll the tables in the room with bouquets of flowers. He was kneeling next to the couch. "Reba what I'm trying to say is let me be there for you. Let me be the one to comfort you." He pulled a small box from his jacket pocket. "Reba will you agree to marry me and become my wife?" Brock opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.
A/N: Hate me if you want to, love me if you can. Leave a comment :)
