"Yes!" Brock let out a yell of victory after he performed a strike. Full of himself, he returned to the seats sitting next to Reba. A few rounds, his luck was jinxed as the ball landed in the gutter a few times.

"I must say, you might actually be better at this than golf," She smirked as Brock took one of her hands and kissed her. Cheyenne eyed her parents, again. The rest of the hour, Brock helped Henry and really got time to bond with his youngest Jean called off the bowling by taking them all to dinner. They decided to go a restaurant. Before they headed out, Reba went to the restroom. Cheyenne offered to accompany her.

In the bathroom, Cheyenne pulled on her mother's arm," Mom, are you back on with Dad?" Cheyenne asked, full of excitement.

"Cheyenne." Reba started.

"Mom, I'm not a child," Cheyenne gave her a smirk.

"Your father and I are back together," Reba finally let out.

"I knew it," Cheyenne looked simply joyful, You guys are not good at this secret love thing,"

This only led to a blushing Reba.

"Hey, are you guys almost done yet? I'm starving!" Elizabeth had managed to open the bathroom door and questioned the two adults. So quickly, they used the restroom and headed out to join the family. As soon as they reached them, Van let out an impatient complaint," Man, I am starving!"

Chuckling, Brock put his arms around Reba as they headed out the door. With no objection, Reba laughed as she snuggled closer to Brock. Cheyenne rolled her eyes as she took hold of her son from Van.

"Hello, how many tonight?" The boy asked, wearing a tired look. The family had decided to spend dinner at the spaghetti looked around and informed the employee there was nine.

"Ok, come this way," He led the way as he blabbed on," tonight there is a ball,"

"At a place that has a meatball hall of fame?" Reba questioned Brock with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her, one hand holding Henry's. They settled down in their seats and began to order foods. Van took Cheyenne off on the dance floor. Brock eyed Reba, trying to see if there was a sign she wanted to dance too. Then Henry's favorite song, or what it seems to be, as he jumped up dancing. Brock took his youngest son as Barbra Jean joined the two boys on the dance floor

Reba sat opposite of where Brock sat, with her chin resting in her palms, catching sight of little Henry between his parents on the dance floor. Barbra Jean did something silly as the two laughed. It was so real, carefree. Henry should have this happiness everyday. She decided. This boy wasn't just a demon child conceived of adultery, it was a little boy, so much like Brock. the blond hair, blue eyes, the devilish grin. Reba found herself tapping her foot as her mind drifted endlessly.

"Mom?" Jake's voice called for his mother.

"Mmm," she snapped out of her thoughts as Jake noticed her mother's behavior.

"You ok?" Jake questioned his mom.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why don't you go join them?" She nodded toward the rest of the family.

"Dancing is for girls," The fourteen year old informed Reba.

Smiling, she reached out to push back Jake's somewhat long hair," Says the boy who was in last week's play,"

"Mom! I was forced to," Jake was embarrassed.

"Sure you were, honey," She smiled as she stood up," If you're not going to, I'm going,"

Walking behind Jake, she gave him a pat on his shoulder. Once the music stopped, Henry receded to his step accompanied by Barbra Jean. Brock stood there as Reba slowly walked towards him.

"Hello," He grinned like an idiot as he pulled her into his arms. She placed her hands into his.

"Care to join me?" Brock whispered softly, his arm already around her waist.

"Way ahead of you," She laughed.

"This is our first dance as man and wife, huh?" Brock asked, only looking at her.

"Well, nice that it's at Spaghetti Hut, in this shirt," She looked at her own green top.

"I think you look pretty, as always," Brock began to wrap her closer to him.

"Yeah, at least I'm not dressed in what I wore to our so called wedding," Reba thought about what has occur ed.

"Hey, what happened to that night in the treehouse?" Brock asked.

"That was very romantic," Reba reassured him, her arms around his neck.

"Thank you," Brock kissed her on the lips. She didn't object. There was no use denying it. He was hers. Hers now. Strangely enough.

The background music seem so soothing to their dancing.

"Mom, it's time to go home," Cheyenne walked towards her mother with a wide smirk. Handing her mother her jacket and purse, she stared at her father then left saying "Bow chicka bow bow,"

Reba turned to Brock as a wide grin sweeped his face.
"Daddy!" Henry rushed over grabbing on his father's leg," Can I stay over with you and aunt Reba tonight? Mommy said I can if you agree!" Henry rushed out, anxious for a yes.

"Of course you can, honey," reba had turned to tell the little boy.

"Awesome!" He raised his fists in just gave a thumbs up to his mother and Barbra Jean nodded to the couple and waved good bye to Henry, then to Reba and Brock.

As they arrived home, Henry ran around in joy.
Hold on, cowboy!" Reba told Henry with a smile. Sometimes he could get a little out of control but nevertheless, he deserved to have lots of fun with his father. Jake had already upstairs. Reba headed into the kitchen.

Heading to the fridge, she began getting out cookies and juice she intended for the two boys to use.

"Aunt Reba, Daddy told me to brush my teeth and ask for some PJ's." Henry tugged on Reba's shirt quite roughly.

"Right away, hon," Reba warmly told him. The two decided to hang out in Cheyenne's old room.

After a few hours of jokes, games, and fun, the two decided to go to sleep. After Henry fell asleep, Brock headed next door to Reba's room.

After a few knocks, she opened the door.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Brock questioned.

"Brock, sweetie, I couldn't fall asleep to begin with!" Reba let out a small chuckle.

"Is it because I'm not here?" He riddled, knowing very well it was because they were loud, as he wrapped one arm around her.

"Maybe, what do you need?" Reba let out another laugh.

"This," Brock's lips crashed on hers. A devilish grin appeared on his face as she decided if she should show how much that gave her butterflies.

"Was that it?" Reba flirtatiously inquired him.

"Yeah, kinda," Brock scratched his head. He just needed to see her, like an addiction. She was ageless, timeless, beautiful.

"Well, I just wanted to say thanks," Brock continued," Reba, it means a lot for Henry to be here,"

"Why me, he is your son?" Reba curiously reasoned,"Thank yourself, Brock."

"Goodnight, Reba," Brock bid her.

"Good night to you too," Reba told him and Brock unknowing, attempted to kiss her. Reba turned and the kiss landed on her cheek. Without anything left, Brock began walking back to his room until Reba grabbed onto his arm and turned him around, kissing him fiercely on the lips...

(A/N SPRING BREAK IS HERE!!! ive been writing as fast as I could.....

well, review and stuff.......thanks for reading!)