"Hey, whatcha doin'?"

Brock looked over his shoulder to see Reba walk into the kitchen just as he finished making a sandwich.

"Just makin' lunch." He tucked the end of the bread bag under itself and placed it back on top of the refrigerator before grabbing his sandwich and turning around.

"Whatcha havin'?"

"Turkey and cheese."

Reba opened the refrigerator and handed him a beer from the door. "Do you like it?"

He took a bite. "I've always eaten turkey and cheese sandwiches."

She shrugged and began to load the dishwasher. "It's a different brand."

"Tastes the same to me."

"It's cheaper."

He nodded. "Cheaper is good."

Reba didn't respond. She just kept loading the dishwasher. Brock noticed her silence and watched her for a moment before asking, "What are you thinking about?"

She looked up. "What?"

"I asked what you were thinking about." Brock noticed how attractive she looked in her church outfit. Her three-quarter-length sleeve, black blouse complimented her chest well, and her fitted black skirt clung to her hips, making him want to grab her there.

"Just thinking about what happened last night." She went back to her task.

He grinned. "That good, was it?"

When she looked back up, he winked, but she only narrowed her eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

Brock ate the last of his sandwich before folding his arms.

"What did you mean?"

"I mean that maybe you need to discuss it with Henry a little further so he's not so confused. He may be five, but he's not stupid. And even if he is, what if, in the near future, one of his friends breaks out a Twister mat and he strips down? He'll tell whoever that he got it from you. Then what?"

"Why do women like to break things down and analyze them until there's nothing left?"

"Brock, I'm serious. Just go talk to him. It's about time he learned about this kind of stuff anyway."

"I didn't get 'The Talk' until I was fifteen. I'm content with waiting ten more years."

Reba looked up at him. "You didn't know about sex until you were fifteen?"

"Yeah... How old were you?"

"Nine."

"I feel really inexperienced right now..."

"Anyway, I think you need to go talk to him."

Brock groaned. "But I don't know what to say. I've never given the talk before. Van got to Jake before I could, and you told the girls about it."

"Just be age appropriate. And remember to be mature about it."

"Will you come with me?"

Reba closed the dishwasher and switched it on. "Are you serious?"

Brock walked up to her and grabbed her by the hips like he had thought about doing a few minutes before. "Very serious. If you don't, you'll be in some big trouble."

Reba looked up at him with an oh, really? expression on her face and placed her hands on his wrists. "Who retired and put you in charge?"

He chuckled and moved his hands to her backside, pulling her closer to him. "Doesn't matter. Just do what I say."

"What makes you think that you being bossy turns me on?"

"I just know that that's what works for me."

"Well, in that case, get your butt in the living room and talk to your son." She removed his hands from her body and gave a small laugh. "Then we'll talk about me being in trouble."

He followed her into the living room, pinching her backside just as she walked in. She gasped and turned her head, frowning as he came up behind her and kept them both walking. He just grinned and spotted Henry on the couch, watching some cartoon on the television. Brock went to sit in front of him on the coffee table while Reba sat beside Henry on the couch.

"Hey, bud." Brock switched the television off. "Think we can talk for just a minute?"

"About what?"

"About what you saw last night."

"You and Reba playing Twister?"

"Yeah. Well, we weren't exactly playing Twister."

"What were you doing?"

"Well, you see, Henry, when two people love each other a whole lot, like Reba and I do, they want to show each other how much they love the other one."

"How?"

"Well, they make love."

"How?"

Brock leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. "Well, a boy has a...well, you know what you have. And a girl has a...oh, I can't say it." He stood up and walked behind the couch, running a hand through his hair.

Reba rolled her eyes and turned to Henry. "The boy goes in the girl. See, not that hard to say."

"When can I try it?"

"You can't," Brock said from behind the couch. "It's for adults only."

Henry turned his head to look at his father. "Is it fun?"

Brock laughed. "Is it fun? Yeah, it's fun. It's like-"

"Brock."

"I mean, no. No, it isn't fun. It's very un-fun and boring. So boring, that if I ever have to do it again-"

"He gets it."

Brock looked up to see Reba scowling at him and he shrugged to which she rolled her eyes.

"What your dad's trying to say," Reba continued. "Is that it's not wrong, but it's still not something you need to go talk to others about. What you saw last night, just keep it to yourself, alright?"

"Alright."

Reba smiled and patted the boy's knee. "Good. Now, go on upstairs. See if Jake'll let you play on his Gameboy."

Henry scooted off the couch and disappeared upstairs.

"That wasn't so hard," Brock said as Reba went into the kitchen. She didn't respond as Brock followed her. She just kept her mouth pressed into a thin line as she began to wipe down the counters with a sponge.

"I figured I'd get a big ol' 'I told you so.'" Brock sat at the counter and watched her clean. When she still didn't respond, he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, you mean besides the fact that you told Henry sex wasn't fun?"

Brock narrowed his eyes. "What was I supposed to tell him?"

"That, but you didn't have to be so forceful about it. You made it seem like it was a chore or something."

"You told me to keep it kid-appropriate!"

"I know that! But it sounded like you believed what you said."

Brock's face held a bewildered expression. "What?"

"What if you really feel that way?"

"Reba, come on. You know that's not true. Why would you even think that?"

She stopped cleaning and looked up at him. "Darryl called me."

"Who?"

"Barbra Jean's fiance."

"What'd he call you for?"

"It was this morning before church when you were helping Henry get dressed and he told me that when you were in Arkansas, you kept hitting on Barbra Jean."

"You know that's not true."

"Yes."

"Then what's the problem?"

She sighed. "I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough."

"What do you mean?"

"It's almost like I've forgotten how to do a lot of things."

"Hey, I love it when we're together. Nothing's changed. Every time is always special."

"I don't mean just that. I mean about being a partner in life. It's been a long time since I've taken care of a man."

Brock folded his hands on the counter in front of him. "This is really weird."

"What?"

"Us actually discussing an issue without Dr. Pace. Or in general, for that matter. Any other time we'd either argue about it or not say anything and let it sit there and fester."

Reba nodded, tossing the sponge into the sink. "I know." She looked up. "But I kind of like knowing that you'll talk about it with me and I don't have to figure out a solution on my own."

"You know I love you very much." She nodded. "You're doing an amazing job at taking care of me, and I can only hope you think the same of me."

"You've always taken very good care of me, Brock."

"I hope so."

She walked around the counter and he scooted his chair back so she could sit on his lap. He smiled and buried his head in her neck as her arms went around him. He could never imagine messing up this time around by hitting on Barbra Jean. That part of his life was over and he was deliriously happy with Reba and the family he had created with her.

"You're the perfect partner," He told her, breathing in her scent. "I couldn't imagine having anyone else." He pulled away a bit and looked in her eyes. "And when we're together, babe, you rock my world."

She busted out laughing as he winked and she kissed him full on the mouth.

"Are you excited?" She mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away from their kiss with a small pop. "About what?"

"You get to come with me to my doctor's appointment tomorrow."

"Yay."

She got up off his lap and lightly slapped his shoulder. "Get over it. You're coming. Don't you want to see the baby?"

He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, placing his hand on her belly. "I made it. Why not just wait till it comes out to see it?"

"Correction. We made it."

"I remember the occasion vividly."

"Anyway, you're coming with me. You'll get to hear her little heart beat and everything."

"His, you mean."

She rolled her eyes and he smiled. He loved to see her so excited. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to see their baby on that screen in the doctor's office. And he'd tell her that after they made love later on that night. She'd hold him close and tell him how happy she was that they were finally together and having the baby that she felt they would have had later on, had they stayed married. He'd agree and they'd fall asleep with dreams of what the future would hold.

Sorry it's been so long! Hopefully, there won't be such a gap between chapters anymore! I hope you all liked this update. Review? (: