That night, Brock was having trouble sleeping so he went downstairs for a late night snack. He made sure to be extra quiet while walking by the couch so he didn't wake Lori Ann up. He found a piece of leftover pound cake on the counter and sat at the island and devoured it. It made him thirsty so he walked over to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk. As he turned around, there was Lori Ann standing behind the island.

"Hey Brock. Couldn't sleep?" she asked.

"No, not really. Post-wedding jitters, I guess," he replied.

"You shouldn't worry about it. I've been married four times before, but never to the same person, like you. I imagine it would be easier with your case."

"Thanks, that was very, um… reassuring," Brock said in a questioning tone.

"You know, Brock," Lori Ann started, taking a step closer to him. "What if this time around, Reba's the one who makes the mistake?"

"What? Lori Ann, I really don't think Reba would do that. I mean, she gave me another chance for a reason."

"Yes, that's true. Or maybe, it'll be you who makes a mistake," she said in almost a whisper as she grabbed the front of his bathrobe and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Reba shot up in bed in a cold sweat. She looked over to see Brock sleeping peacefully next to her. "It was only a dream," she whispered to herself. "It was only a dream."

Reba and Lori Ann spent the day before the wedding together, just the two of them. They went shopping, and Lori Ann tried on her dress. She absolutely loved it, and she looked great in it. That night, Brock took the entire wedding party out to dinner at one of Houston's fanciest restaurants. He reserved the private dining room on the upper level. It was absolutely gorgeous. Right after the appetizers came, he stood up and made a very heartfelt speech.

"If I could have everyone's attention, I just wanted to take this moment to say a few words. This time tomorrow Reba and I will be joined together as one…again." He looked at Reba who was seated next to him. "I want to let you know that you don't have to worry about anything. I'm not going to put myself into the position of losing you again. Every single one of you," he said as he looked around at everyone at the big table, "are the reasons that I get up in the morning. You're my life. This time around, I promise to be a better husband, father, and friend. I would rather die than put any one of you through what I put you through four years ago. Without you all, I have nothing. To family," he said as he raised his glass. The others followed his lead and sipped their drinks. As Brock sat down he looked at Reba. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she responded with a tear in her eye.

"Mom, you look absolutely beautiful!" Cheyenne exclaimed as she looked her mother over in the church dressing room. The wedding dress she wore over twenty years ago still fit her perfectly.

"Thanks Cheyenne! I really feel good about doin' this. I just hope it works out."

"Mom, it will work out," Cheyenne reassured her as Lori Ann came through the door.

"Alright, the wedding's about to start. Brock and Van are all set up at the front of the church, Elizabeth is ready to walk down with the flowers, the same goes for Jake except he has the rings, and Kyra's waitin' for me and Cheyenne at the doors. Any questions?"

"Wow, Lori Ann, you sure do have everything under control!" Reba said surprised.

"Well, this is a very important day in my best friend's life. I need to make sure everything is in place."

"I'm ready whenever Mom is," Cheyenne said.

"Good. Why don't we go wait with Kyra then?" Lori Ann suggested.

"Sounds good. Are you sure you're all set, Mom?"

"I'm sure. Y'all go on, now."

"Okay. We'll see you in a few then!" Cheyenne said, giving Reba a hug. Lori Ann quickly joined the group hug. When they all parted, Lori Ann and Cheyenne linked arms and ran out the door to wait with Kyra.

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The music started and Cheyenne gave Elizabeth a little nudge to start down the aisle with her flowers. Brock smiled when he saw his granddaughter tossing rose petals every which way. When she got down towards the end, Kyra started down. Brock couldn't believe how grown up she looked. She's just like her mother, he thought. And absolutely beautiful. Then Cheyenne followed. Van smiled at her when he met her eyes. She smiled back. Van being a very sensitive guy thought back to their wedding. It was fate that they were still together. He loved that woman more than anyone. As Lori Ann followed, she and Brock exchanged smiles as if she was accepting him back in her best friend's life.

The bridal music started and everyone stood up to face the back of the room. Reba appeared looking more beautiful than ever. Brock felt tears coming to his eyes. He loved this woman more than anyone. He would die for her.

Reba looked straight at Brock, not able to keep a smile back. I never stopped loving him, she thought. When she reached the front, she stood across from him as the minister started the ceremony. (A/N: I'm not really sure how weddings go as far as vows and the "I do's" and stuff, so just bear with me!) After Reba and Brock said their vows and the I do's the minister pronounced them husband and wife. Brock lifted up the veil to reveal Reba's beautiful smiling face. He thought to himself, this is the face I want to see every morning when I wake up. This is the face I'm going to be loyal to until the day I die, was his last thought before they shared their first kiss together as husband and wife.

"Kids! We're home!" Brock yelled a week later as he and Reba entered the house after their honeymoon in Hawaii.

"Look, there's a note," Reba said as she walked over to the couch side table. She read it out loud:

Dear Mom and Dad,

We hope you had a great time in Hawaii. The five of us are spending the day at Six Flags so we should be back around 10:00. We'll see you then!

Love,

Cheyenne

"Well, looks like we have the house to ourselves," Brock said taking a step toward Reba.

"Brock, as if we didn't do enough in Hawaii. Plus, we should unpack."

"Alright, fine," Brock said, sounding disappointed.

As they were in their room unpacking, Brock noticed Reba seemed sort of distant. He decided to ask her about it. "Reba, are you okay? You're not very talkative. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," she responded with a quick smile.

"Are you sure? You're never this quiet…"

"What if you get bored with me again?" Reba blurted out.

"What?!"

"What if the same exact thing happens? I mean, I know you promised nothing would but an affair isn't exactly something you plan, I would hope."

"Reba, trust me. I would never make the same mistake twice," Brock said sincerely.

"I know, but I still wonder. I mean, I'm not exactly what I used to be. Heck, I'm pushin' fifty."

"Reba, we both are. Hey, come here." Brock took Reba's hand and led her over to the full-length mirror in their room. He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Look at yourself in the mirror. I don't think that you have ever been more beautiful than you are right now."

She couldn't help but smile at that. He could be so sweet when he wanted to.

"Being married to you is something that I will not take for granted again. I promise you that I will not get bored with you."

Reba looked up at him and smiled. "Alright. I guess I was just letting my imagination run. You know, I hope your offer from downstairs is still good," she asked, battering her eyelashes.

"Oh, don't worry, it is," Brock said as he led her over to the bed…

Only a couple more chapters to go!! How did you all like Reba's dream?!?! Don't worry, I would never make that really happen! I'm not that cruel! Please review!!