Chapter 10

So many secrets hide behind a closed door..what secrets are Reba hiding behind her's?

[R] Enjoy and read on

Sorry it took a while to upload this chapter, I wasn't able to write due to family issues. I hope this makes up for it :3

Reba awoke for the fourth time, but this time the sun was shining through her window. She yawned and started to stretch her arms when she realized she couldn't. They were pressed firmly against her body by two tan arms.

Despite her yearning to go back to sleep, she tapped Brock's arm to wake him up.

He blinked until his eyes were fully adjusted, then looked down to Reba smiling. "Good morning," he said sleepily.

"Morning," she said in her thick southern draw.

Brock released her from his death grip and climbed out of bed. "The kids should be here any minute, it's almost nine. I should get home sometime soon to see Henry and Barbra Jean, but I'll come back around lunch."

Reba nodded as she rolled out of bed. "Thanks," she said shyly as she walked towards the bathroom.

Brock stopped her before she could get through the door. "For what?"

She looked to her feet as if she were ashamed. "Helping me go back to bed every time they woke me up," she said, referring to her nightmares.

Brock smiled at her innocence. "Anytime Red."

Reba resumed her journey and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Some twenty minutes later, she came out clean and presentable. Brock glanced up to her and back to his phone. He had to do a double-take; she looked absolutely stunning. He closed his mouth before any drool showed.

This went unnoticed by Reba, as she spritzed her perfume on as the finishing touch. As if on cue, they heard the front door open and the sound of their kids coming inside.

"We better go see them," Brock dragged his feet out into the hallway with Reba close behind.

"Mornin' guys," Reba greeted.

"Morning Mom, what do we have to eat? BJ just has banana nut muffins, you know how I hate the consistency of those," Cheyenne ranted as she made her way to the kitchen with Van in tow.

Reba didn't even bother replying; instead, she went to talk to Kyra and Jake whom she hadn't had a conversation with in quite a while.

Brock smiled as he approached Barbra Jean, though she wasn't the woman running through his mind at the time. That was reserved for a certain redhead.

Barbra Jean smiled weakly. "Brock, I think we need to talk. Can we go to our house?"

Those painful words penetrated Brock's mind, we need to talk. He cringed a bit, but nodded. "Guys, I'll be back in a little bit," he called over his shoulder.

Reba waved to him as if she were seeing off her husband to a day of work. She mentally kicked herself when she looked back at her kid's odd expressions.

Ignoring them, she offered to make pancakes which everyone happily agreed to.

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It had been three hours since Brock and Barbra Jean left and Reba was starting to wonder where they were. Unfortunately, she was stuck looking after Henry who had a tendency to kick her at every available opportunity.

"Do you know where your mommy and daddy went?" she asked nicely.

Henry shook his head and ran to watch cartoons with Elizabeth.

"I'll just call him," she mumbled as she reached for the phone.

Just as her fingertips touched it, the front door creaked open to reveal Brock.

"Oh, there you are! I was just about to call.." she studied his face. It seemed to have aged years over the past three hours. "Brock, what's wrong?"

He looked around to make sure no one was near, then he sat on the sofa. "Barbra Jean wants a divorce."

Reba's mouth dropped and she immediately wrapped her arms around him in comfort. "I'm so sorry Brock, you didn't go through with it though..right?" Her voice was a bit frantic at the end of the question.

When Brock didn't say anything, she began to panic more and she leaned back to look him in the eyes. "Right?" She repeated with her eyes widening as the realization was settling in.

"We discussed it and she already had the papers," he replied quietly.

"What! Brock, you can't do this again. You can get through this!"

"No Reba, not this time." He stood and called for Henry.

Reba stood too, but became inaudible when Henry ran to his father's arms.

"I'm going to take Henry home to talk; I'll call before I come over later."

Reba nodded, but locked eyes with him saying all the words she wasn't able to verbally.

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Reba was drifting into a well needed nap, when the phone began ringing. She threw herself at the receiver thinking it was Brock, but when she picked it up, the officer she had talked with two days before was on the other line.

"Uh, yes officer?" She swallowed hard as memories of the green eyed man flooded her mind.

"I wanted to notify you immediately that we caught Mr. Paloy, the man responsible for your recent injuries ma'am."

It was as if God had answered all of her prayers and a wave of pure relief washed over her. Tears streamed down her face and she tried to clear her throat. "Th-thank you officer, I don't know what to say."

"We would normally ask you to come down for verification and questioning again, but given the circumstances, we were able to arrest him at sooner notice; he assaulted one of our officers and had drugs in his possession. That is more than enough to put him away, but with the added charges of rape, trespassing, and abuse he is sure to be in the slammer for well over his life expectancy."

"Wow, this is..this is a lot to take in." Reba ran a hand over her face.

"I know, but now you can relax, everything is taken care of."

"Thank you! Thank you so much," Reba was still crying tears of joy.

The officer could almost hear her smiling through the phone. "Alright, take care now ma'am."

"You too!" She put the phone back on the cradle and stood there, not knowing what to do. She was full of adrenaline from her head to her toes. "Brock," she said under her breath and picked up the phone again.

She dialed his phone number from memory and waited impatiently for him to pick up.

One ring, two ring, three ring.

Hey, it's Brock, sorry I missed your call. Leave your name and number and I'll do my best to get back to you as soon as possible.

Reba listened until she heard the beep to indicate it was recording. "Um, hey Brock. I know this is a bad time, but I really need to talk to you. Just call me back or come over, either way is fine. Uh, bye." She pressed end quickly and sighed as she slid down the wall.

What if Brock and Barbra Jean really did get a divorce? What would happen to the family? Then something odd popped into Reba's mind that probably shouldn't have. Now that they caught the green eyed man, Brock won't have to sleep next to me anymore or hold me when I wake up from a nightmare or make me breakfast or-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

"Brock, I was just-"

Brock walked straight past her and into the kitchen where he fished out a bottle of tequila.

Reba began asking a million questions a minute until Brock finally turned around.

"It will be made final this week," he said in a solemn voice.

"I'm so sorry," Reba squeezed him tightly and pecked his cheek without a second thought. She felt Brock tense up, but it wasn't like he didn't do it to her before. "Sorry," she whispered.

"No, it's okay." He looked into her eyes, contemplating whether or not to make his next move. It was as if it was in slow motion as he bent down and connected their lips in a passionate kiss.

Their craving lips locked automatically and began moving together with a familiar sensation.

He could taste her sweet strawberry chap-stick and brushed his tongue against her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

She parted her lips just a centimeter when her morals sunk in and she pulled away.

"Brock," she whispered breathlessly.

His breath hitched in his throat, so he just stared at the beautiful redhead before him with swollen red lips.

"Brock," she repeated a little more loudly this time. "What was that?"

"I..uh.." he stuttered. "I..don't know exactly."

"We can't," she shook her head at her subconscious actions.

"You know what Barbra Jean told me when she asked for a divorce?" He asked after a rather awkward silence.

Reba shook her head again.

"She said you and me were always meant to be together and me and her had fallen out of love a long time ago, if love was even what you'd call it."

Reba was speechless, there was noway that came from Barbra Jean's mouth. "We could never be like that Brock. All the odds have always been against us."

"That's not true, only when I caved into my stupidity did they go against us."

"None of that even matters, why are we discussing this? This was completely out of question since the day we walked out of that court room Brock."

"But it doesn't have to be that way Reba, I..I love you."

Reba's eyes went wide and her jaw seemed to hit the floor. "No, you don't. You're just being irrational because of your divorce. We should just walk away now, before we say something we'll regret later."

"The only regret I have with you is letting you slip through my fingers Reba."

"Stop! I can't hear this now Brock, I can't." Tears threatened to fall, but she refused to let them as she turned her back to Brock and retreated to her bedroom.

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 coming soon.

I wanted to post this as soon as I was able to, so I didn't get a chance to proof it. Feel free to review-I always love reading them! Xx