-- 11 --
"I miss you," said Brock still holding on to her firmly. Reba wanted to scratch her head.
"I came back as soon as I could, and I went for less than three hours!" she still didn't get what was wrong with him. He made it seem like she was gone forever. The hug became loose as Brock let out a little chuckle. "Now what's so funny?"
"Nothing" said Brock his eyes lit up with enlightenment, giving her a peck on her lips. "I'm just overly glad you came back with pizza" she gave him a suspicious look before stepping out of his arms. He looked as if he was blushing, was he blushing? "There's only three things in life that please a man: woman, alcohol, food. And you came back with beer and pizza, my life is now complete!" he joked.
"Yeah... sure..." Reba was not convinced, but she decided to let it go. "I see you're feeling better" oh yeah...
"Ouch!" cried Brock now that he was back to himself again, yeah, he was still in pain!
"Oh you big baby!" Reba smacked his chest and helped him to the table, still a little warm from that kiss. Nope, she wasn't about to bring it up! So they just enjoy the pizza quietly.
"So what did you buy today?" Brock broke the silent; he saw her come back with a few bags. Hope she didn't buy anything fragile since she dropped them by her feet when he kissed her. He felt tenderness in his heart thinking about that kiss. He might have caught her off guard, but she did respond to his kiss.
"Just stuff" she winked. "But guess what I forgot to buy, a turtle neck!" And that is what she went for in the first place. Brock chuckled and looked at the mark he made. He reminisced back when they were dating.
"Ah, there's a hickey on my neck!" cried Reba after their first time making out.
"I want to announce to the world that you're mine, and that Parker better keep his lips away from yours" he said planting a big kiss on her lips.
"Alright then, let's announce to the world that we belong to each other" and she left a hickey on his neck too. They were teased by their friends for a longest time.
Brock was snapped out of his daydream by the sound of Reba clearing her throat. She knew what he was thinking, because she was thinking the same thing. They were so madly in-love when they were in college.
"You didn't buy more sexy stuff, did you?" he grinned,
"You'll see" she raised her eyebrow playfully, well that was one of the sexy naughty little things she used to do when they were together.
"Honey, you are driving me crazy here!"
"Didn't you say I'm not hot or sexy?" she spread a flirtatious grin across her face. That was another one!
"Alright, I admit, you took my breath away too many times just in the past couple of days. But can you keep your seductiveness to the bedroom? I don't like when other men are leering at you."
"Why are you jealous?" she jokingly asked
"Yeah... kinda..." he confessed. Reba was surprised "Well, I used to be the only person who got to admire those legs, now when you show them off everyone gets to see them, I feel less special" Reba sheepishly laughed at his comment. Now when she thought about it, he was the one who didn't like her wearing shorts! He said they were his to admire, not anyone else's! Funny, he didn't mind Barbra Jean wore short skirts.
"Aww... you're too cute" she got up and cupped his face with both her hands and gave him a peck on his lips. Oops... she did that old habit of hers again... Brock wished he could just pull her into another passionate kiss but his body still in pain, and his movement wasn't swift. He felt so old! "I also got you a sweater" Reba told Brock what she bought, trying to change the subject.
"Aww... thanks, but for what occasion?" Brock was surprised
"Why? Can't a friend buy something for another friend without a special occasion?" Reba didn't know why she bought it, she just felt it would really look good on him and the next thing she knew, she already bought it.
"A friend, not likely. A girlfriend, maybe. But a wife will!"
"OK then, I'll return it tomorrow" It just hit her, so many times today that Reba walked in to the men's section and she was back to the habit of shopping for him like she used to when they were married. And she was busy thinking if he needed a new pair of socks, maybe new dress shirt, etc. She forgot to buy herself a turtleneck.
"No, I want it!" he hadn't see the sweater yet, but he fell in love with it already.
"I also got a few pair of socks and a set of pajamas for you, they were on sale" now that definitely not a friendly thing, that was something a wife would do! He decided to keep the comment to himself, or else Reba might return them all. But now that she heard herself say what she bought aloud, yeah... that wasn't something 'a friend' would buy. "Maybe I should return them."
"No please don't. If you don't feel right about this, how about I won't tell anyone you bought it"
"Fine, you can keep them, but you have to pay for them then." She grinned when she saw him pout. "Anyway, if you feel a little better, would you like to see a show this evening? There's a theater downtown and they have some local plays."
"I'd love that very much, but fist can you help me with this?" he handed her the tube of pain relief cream.
"Are you enjoying this a little too much?" Brock spread a guilty smile across his face "Fine, I'll help you rub that muscle cream on your back" said Reba, every time he was sick, she always took care of him, like one of the kids. He loved it when she took care of him, but he tended to milk it sometime.
"Will you massage the cream on my legs too?"
"You should be able to do that on your own now, you are not as in pain as yesterday. But if you continue on milking it, you will be in even more pain than yesterday" Brock pouted. "NO!" said Reba firmly. Brock gave her the puppy dog eyes "No" she sounded a little softer. "Alright fine!" said Reba after Brock pouted with puppy dog eyes.
"Reba" he called her name while lying flat on his stomach as Reba massaged the muscle relaxant cream on his lower back after she was done with his knees and thighs.
"Hmm?"
"If I would have ask you for forgiveness, when I found out that I got Barbra Jean pregnant, would you have taken me back?"
"I don't know" said Reba, hands still massaging his lower back. "We did had a big fight before you got together with Barbra Jean, didn't we? I think even if you didn't make her pregnant, we'd end up divorced somehow"
"Our marriage didn't have a chance?" asked Brock sounding a little disappointed, but understanding, he did mess up badly.
"Not back then. We were so mad at each other. I was a control freak and you weren't communicating. But I'm glad some how we managed to stay friends" Brock could tell by her voice, she was smiling. "OK, I'm done" said Reba going to the washroom to wash her hands. Then she went through the stuff she just bought, Brock had to hide his grin when he saw she bought more stuff for him than for herself. She was telling him about the mall and slowly stopped talking after she caught him just smiling and gazing at her. Then she realized she might have went a little overboard with this shopping spree.
"I really should return some of them," said Reba gathering some of the stuff she bought for him. Brock held her hand, silently begging to keep them all: belt, socks, sweater, tie, pajamas, t-shirt, a pair of slippers. They were tiny little things that almost seem to have no value, but to him, they were priceless. Not like she never given him anything after the divorce, she still gave him a Christmas gift, Birthday gift, but they were something 'practical' not 'personal'. Something a friend will give to a friend, but these were different.
"I haven't see what you got for yourself"
"I got a dress and a skirt. No, not short skirt" she giggled "and a few items that you don't wanna know" and she winked, that got him curious. But he decided not to push, and he kept his finger crossed for something that may surprise him like... hmm... more sexy lingerie?
Reba got up and grabbed the bag and walked to the washroom. She was in a very good mood. He heard her humming from the bathroom, he couldn't help it but walk over to see her, since he saw her shadow by the entrance, so he knew she was decent. He grinned when he saw her holding the dress by her body and slowly dance by herself.
Close your eyes and dream and you can be with me.
Neath
the waves, through the caves of hours.
Long forgotten now.
We're
all alone, we're all alone.
Close the window,
calm the lights
and it will be alright.
No need to bother ...
She stopped singing when she turned around and saw him leaning against the doorframe smiling at her.
"Hey! Don't sneak in like this again! I could be using the washroom or taking a shower!" she shyly complained.
"Well, if you were using the washroom or taking the shower, I wouldn't be able to see you just by standing at the entrance." This honeymoon suite is probably the best-designed hotel room they ever been to. It did give privacy without needing the door. "May I please have this dance?" He held his hand out, Reba looked at it before she decided to take it.
They hummed the song and danced with the tune in their head.
Once a story's told
It can't help but grow old
Roses do
Lovers too
So cast your seasons to the wind
And
hold me dear
Oh, hold me dear
Close the window
Calm the
light
And it will be alright
No need to bother now
Let it
out
Let it all begin
All's forgotten now
We're all alone
oh-oh, we're all alone
"Reba..."
"Hmm?"
"If things didn't work out between Br..." Reba pressed her fingers on his lips.
"We'll cross that
bridge when we get there" he smiled and accept the answer as a
glimpse of hope. They continue to quietly dance and deep in
their
own thought. "You're not in pain anymore?" it just dawned
on her.
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about the pain!" well if he was still in pain, he was more than willing to fight it to get to have this dance.
"Oh you monkey's butt!" she stamped on his toes and walked away.
"Ouch! That was hurt!" cried Brock. It was worth it though.
"You got to stop tricking me about getting hurt, this is the second time now, and it's not funny!" she started to fume.
"I didn't trick you really! I'm still in pain, my body still aches, my muscles are still stiff, some of them I didn't even know it existed. But I just didn't think about the pain when I hold you"
"Yea yea..." oh well, he wasn't completely lying, when she gave him a massage she could tell, although not as bad as he made it sound, he was still tense. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, pulled her close to his chest.
"I should stop making excuses. I'm sorry, I promise, no more lies and no more excuses. Will you forgive me, please..."
"Fine, better keep that promise or you won't get anymore chances!" he smiled and kissed her temple, and he kissed her neck where he left the hickey. Only if she still belonged to him... "We better get ready if we want to go see the show. I should have bought the tickets, but I wasn't sure if you'd be well enough to go, I should have thought, you tricked me!" at lease she didn't sound angry anymore.
"Now, normally I would come up with some stupid excuse or a million reasons why you should give me a kiss, but this time I'm going to ask nicely." he asked as he turned her around. "May I please have a kiss?"
