Spirits of Hope (sequel) - 10
pat_pijig on Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:34 pm
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"Hey Reba" said Brock, entering Reba's kitchen in the morning. "Where are the kids?"
"Kyra's in her room, Jake's in the living room looking through his gifts." Once again, it was not a good time for a kiss; well a quick one should be okay. "Here. Sit down and join me for coffee." Reba invited him after receiving a quick peck. Once they finished their coffee, they went into the living room. They wanted to talk to the kids about how they felt about Brock moving in.
"Well, since Barbra Jean is not coming back, and that house is too big for your dad to be alone, and since Cheyenne moved out we have an empty room. Your dad could stay there. You don't think it's a good idea?"
"Dad, in the room next to yours with just a wall separating the two of you?" questioned Kyra
"Plus two doors" Reba added,
"You're kidding right?" Kyra asked, not quite believing what her mom just said
"Why? You don't want your dad here?"
"C'mon mom, he lives three houses down the road and you still manage to yell at him everyday. Living next door to you? Nha, not a good idea." commented Kyra, Reba rolled her eyes.
"Hey I went away with him for a week and I haven't killed him yet." Reba defended herself. "What about you, Jake, you want to be with your dad, don't you?"
"You know I love you dad," said Jake "I think you should go back and get that apartment you had when you separated from Barbra Jean. So, for your own safety, I'm willing to take a bus." Jake patted his dad's shoulder, before running to his room.
"Your kids are not young anymore mom, you don't have to sacrifice your privacy to have dad around anymore, I mean no offence to you dad."
"None taken" said Brock sarcastically
"Besides, having dad around will probably increase your blood pleasure."
"Where was that attitude six years ago" Reba mumbled.
"Anyway, I'm going out for my band practice." Kyra excused herself, walking up to her room to get ready to go out, leaving just her parents in the living room.
"So, it looks like neither of them want you here." said Reba hopelessly
"They were afraid that we might fight, but you know what, maybe it's a good idea I live a little distance away. So they won't know where you went when you're not home" Brock suggested with a crooked smile.
"I guess..."
"Would you like to go out later tonight?"
"Where are you going?" asked Jake, who happened to come back down and hear the conversation
"Eyes and ears are everywhere in this house." Brock mumbled "I'm just asking to see if you guys want to go out for dinner so your mom doesn't have to cook."
"Cool! Can we go to a steak house? Hey Kyra, dad's taking us out for steak!" told Jake to his sister with excitement.
"Nha, I'd rather go for lobster."
"Maybe dad could take us out for lobster tomorrow night, can you dad?"
"Sure..." said Brock looking at Reba who had an amused grin on her face. Well, she loved spending time with her family.
"Cool! I'm gonna call Van, he loves steak, I'm sure he'd like to come along." Jake rushed to the phone in the kitchen
"Anyway, I'm off to my practice, looking forward to lobsters tomorrow." said Kyra giving her parents a wave before leaving.
"Still want another kid?" Reba smirked, taking to Brock after Kyra left.
"Don't forget to take your pills!" said Brock with a chuckle, almost leaning over to kiss her on the side of her head, but Jake popped in, Brock had to pretend to drop something on the floor.
"Van and Cheyenne are coming with us too!" Jake announced before running to his room.
"Are we ever gonna kiss again?" asked Brock a little annoyed
"Maybe not in this house or when the kids are around." Reba was content, although they weren't really together yet, but she felt like they were a happy family again. "Anyway, I have some paperwork to do before we go for our romantic dinner tonight" Reba quipped disappearing in her office, what used to be her garage. Now that Cheyenne moved out, maybe she could have a proper office set up. Brock followed her into her 'office'. Once the door closed behind him, he pulled Reba into the passionate kiss that he desperately wanted. He pinned her against the door so that no one could open it from the other side.
"Gosh, this keeping a secret thing sure sucks!" Brock complained in between kisses. Even when they spoke, they had to whisper, so no one could hear it from the other side of the door.
"Well, we'll just have to wait until they get used to us being nice together again I guess. But they sure are nothing like what I saw!"
"You think I could pretend to be drunk tonight and couldn't go home?" Brock started to make plans.
"Not when Elizabeth's there too." said Reba, before she felt someone trying to open the door. It couldn't be Jake.
"Mrs. H, are you in there, I think the door is stuck!"
"I'm in here Van, hold on." said Reba bouncing to the table before signalling Brock to open the door
"Oh Hi Mr. H" Van looked a little surprise seeing Brock in Reba's office. "Is this man bothering you? I can get rid of him you know"
"Van, you're bothering me"
"I can get rid of him you know" said Brock, mocking Van. Reba smirked, Van put his eyebrows together.
"Okay, what's up Van? Come to get the tree house?" asked Reba
"You're giving away your tree house?" Van's face lit up before he hurried to the back yard. Brock closed the door behind him and leaned against the door.
"That got rid of him" said Reba walking up to Brock and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now, where were we?" Brock pressed his lips against hers. When the kiss started to heat up, Brock felt someone try to open the door again.
"Mrs H. The door jams again!"
"CCRRAAAAAAAPPPP!!" Reba cursed and bounced away from his arms, and let Brock open the door.
"Yeah, we should do something about this door or you could be locked in here forever" said Van examining the door to see where it was sticking. "You could run out of air and suf- oh" Reba cut him off by slamming her hand on a garage door remote and opening up the garage door.
"I won't die in here Van, I'm fine!" Reba was starting to get annoyed
"Okay I get it" Van could detected her in her voice that she was unhappy "Let's go Mr. H, you've been bothering her enough."
"Urrgggg!" Reba sank into her chair. "What do you want Van?"
"I'm hungry, when are we going for steak?"
"In a few hours, now can you leave me alone?"
"Sure, c'mon Mr. H, help me find the way to move the tree house to my backyard.," said Van dragging Brock away, misunderstand that Brock had been bothering his mother-in-law. Man, this keeping secret sure did suck!
Since the whole family was going out to dinner together, Reba called Kyra and asked her to join. They went to a steak house. Brock sat next to Reba, but no one seemed to notice the closeness between them, at least not yet.
"So mom, you went to Vegas, with dad?" asked Cheyenne
"No, I went with George Clooney." Reba quipped
"Seriously, you went with dad, just two of you?"
"Plus a million other people in Vegas, but what's your point?"
"Since when did you two get along?"
"Since I got lucky" answered Brock
"Ouch!" cried Van "someone stepped on my toes" he tried to look under the table
"Sorry Van, my foot slip" it looked like Reba missed her target.
"Grandpa got lucky?" Elizabeth wanted to be a part of conversation. Reba tried not to turn red
"You won anything dad?" asked Jake
"Yeah... I won ten bucks from a slot machine."
"And that what you call lucky?" confused Van
"I won almost two thousands from a game of Roulette" announced Reba
"Well, looks like we know who's paying for dinner tonight." Brock commented, bring laughter to the table.
"Grandma got lucky" said Elizabeth with a girly giggle, Reba turned red. Good thing no one seemed to think of anything other than she was embarrassed by an innocent comment. So they quickly changed the subject.
"Well, since you guys didn't think it's a good idea for your dad to move in to Cheyenne's old room, I'll have to help him find an apartment, so we could rent that house to other people."
"That's a good idea Mrs. H, we could make more money."
"Well then why don't I just save money by move in with you?" said Brock wrapping his arm around Reba shoulder. The whole table suddenly became quiet, and Jake was the one who started to laugh first.
"Good one dad" said Jake
"Good luck with that dad" commented Kyra
"Nice knowing you Mr. H"
Cheyenne was the only one who didn't comment, but she did laugh. Oh well... Cheyenne looked at her parents from one to another. Maybe because Barbra Jean wasn't here. Her mom seemed to be okay with her dad when he was sick and Barbra Jean wasn't here. So this wasn't something brand new. Maybe Reba was just trying to be there for Brock since his... Barbra Jean left him.
Reba hoped that they'd slowly get use to the idea of them being together again, but they were pretty good at keeping their secret. Well, they were secretly in love with each other for all these years yet no one suspected a thing. After a few weeks went by, Reba helped Brock find an apartment, not too far, but not too close. If Jake wanted to see his dad, he could just take a bus a few stops.
"Hey Reba, Jake home?" asked Brock walking in Reba's kitchen on a Saturday afternoon.
"No, he's out with Tommy" answered Reba, eyes locked on a woman's magazine
"Kyra home?"
"No she had her band practice." still continuing to read her magazine, but the next thing she knew, Brock pulled the magazine out of her hand and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. As the wildfire started to spread, Brock scooped her up and made his way to her bedroom. A timer rang.
"Ahh! My muffins!"
"I haven't touch them." said Brock a little confused.
"In the oven you mo-ron!" Reba pounded his chest. "Let me down, I have to go check them before they burn."
"Aw man!" cried Brock as Reba hurried to the kitchen.
"Just give me a few minutes to finish off these muffins and then I'll let you have a sample of mine" said Reba with a naughty little grin.
"Hey Mrs H. I smell food!" Van popped in right on cue.
"Crraaapppppppppp!"
"They look a little dry but I'll still eat it." Van thought she was disappointed with the outcome of the food.
"Don't you! ... Never mind. Why are you here?" asked Reba annoyingly. But Van saw Brock, he thought it was Brock that was annoying Reba again.
"Mr.H, you bugging her again?"
"No, YOU bug me Van, why are you here? Need a GPS for directions back to your house?" Reba was ticked.
"You told me I should come and take a look at Mr. H's house to see if we can flip it."
"Can't you come back some other time?" Reba was looking forward to some alone time with Brock but it looked like it ain't gonna happen.
"No need, Mrs H. Barbra Jean called, and said not to rent or sell to anyone yet, because she wants that house. She's moving to Houston with her husband"