"Goodnight," Reba whispered as they embraced. Without replying, he just kissed her softly again..
"Brock,goodnight," She told him with a grin.
"Goodnight," he replied
"Good morning, Cheyenne," Reba greeted her eldest daughter as she walked into the kitchen the next morning. With a smile and tune to hum, she poured herself some coffee.
Cheyenne had taken in Reba's weird perkiness as unusual.
"Gee, Ma, what's up?" Cheyenne questioned her mother, curious..
"Oh, nothing, hon," Reba absent-mindly told her, a huge smile still remaining on her face.
"Sooo...." Cheyenne began as if trying to get information, "You and Dad sure looked cozy last night,"
"Really," Reba tried hard not to smile, thinking of his arms around her.
"Yeah, so Jake told me that," Cheyenne led off.
"What?"Reba questioned.
"Well, he told me," Cheyenne began," Hey, is that a new shirt?"
"Cheyenne!" Reba let out, pulling up her purple shirt.
"Mom, you look great in purple!" Cheyenne exclaimed.
"Yeah, your dad always said I looked nice in purple," Reba revealed without thinking. A devilish grin swept onto the twenty three year old's face.
"Mother! You trying to look good for Dad," Cheyenne asked, knowing her answer.
"No!" She put on Barbra Jean's trademark lying face.
"What I was saying was Jake saw Dad knock on your door," Cheyenne informed her mother.
"And?" Reba had no clue why it was so important that her only son saw their parents talking.
"Well..." Cheyenne looked down," Are you guys using protection?"
"Cheyenne!" Reba turned a shade of red as she turned away from her daughter's casual glance.
"What? Mom!" Cheyenne looked a little shocked," please, tell me you're using something."
"Cheyenne, we haven't done anything yet," Reba told her daughter with exasperation, "Not since the wedding night,"
"Ohh." Cheyenne's confused look turned relaxed.
"Well," Cheyenne started out before Reba began again-"No, Cheyenne, can you ask a less personal question?"
"Gee, mom. I am a married mother of two, did you forget?" Cheyenne proudly stated.
"And you're my daughter," Reba gave her a smirk.
"That doesn't matter, I believe I gave you a similar talk a few years ago," Cheyenne referred to the time her mother dated Brian Collins," And I think we all should be involved if you and Dad are carelessly making us another little brother or sister,"
Reba's eyes widened with her oldest daughter's statement. "Cheyenne, we are not sleeping together. Period."
"I know, but you will," Reba raised her eyebrows as Cheyenne batted her lashes as she put emphasis on the last three words.
"You know you wanna, Mom. Don't deny it. There's no reason not to." Cheyenne told her mother, more as a warning. Their awkward conversation was interrupted by Van.
"Hey,morning Mrs. H," Van greeted as he took Cheyenne's coat.
"Honey, we need to go, Bye, Mrs.H. Um, sorry about the empty potato chips bag. I will buy you a new bag, pronto!" Van promised his mother-in-law with the tone of a five year old. With that said, the two set out of their former residence.
That whole day, Reba pondered if she was ready for Brock to be back in her life.
"Mom?" Reba turned to face her youngest daughter. Nineteen year old Kyra Hart stood a few feet from her pondering mother.
"Yeah, sweetie," reba questioned, disbelieving how her littlest girl was already nearing twenty.
"Did you see my demo CD?" Kyra inquired, "The one I let you borrow? I need it."
"Oh, it's right here. You sound great, my dear. Obviously inherited from me!" Reba joked.
"Ha ha, Mom. Thanks." Kyra sarcastically told her mother, taking the CD, then proceeded to walk out the door.
"Mom?" Kyra paused.
"Yes," Reba addressed her daughter.
"Hey, what do you think of all this?" Kyra questioned.
"What do you mean?" Reba didn't understand.
"About my band, my decisions. I mean, you said I should go college. Should I have?" The questions Kyra asked were so unlike her confidence in the band.
"Kyra, it's your decision. I always thought I would become a famous country legend," Reba threw out her opinion.
"What kept you? Kyra wanted to know," From becoming that singer?"
It was followed by anticipated silence, until Reba answered," Your dad,"
"So, it's real now. You two together," Kyra looked down.
"Kyra, us being together has nothing to do with your decision, right?" Reba stepped closer and her fingers brushed through her daughter's long, red hair.
"Mom! No, but are you happy?" Kyra questioned," Is Dad what you really want?"
"Why? Isn't this the part where you tell me I hurt Barbra Jean and resent me for it?" Reba lightly joked with the teenager.
"I know Barbra Jean is just fine. We talked It's like destiny. You and Dad, no matter what. You're--You're drawn back together like magnets." Kyra reasoned.
With the silence, Kyra continued.
"Maybe the band will still be there after I go to that possible, Mom?" Kyra wasn't sure . She loved her band, the guys in her band.
"We were offered two roads," Kyra began," We could go as an opening act for this indie alternative band, then there's this battle of the bands. The winner emerging from this band battle will win a full scholarship for a music school and better coverage in the press,"
"That's great, honey!" Reba smiled, pride for her daughter. It was evident how hardworking she was.
"We are leaning towards the battle of the bands, but I'm afraid a few years apart might separate us, plus you've been begging me to go to college,"
"Kyra, that isn't the point. I believe in whatever you do. Ya see, you've already got two deals! That's great," Reba encouraged her.
"Really?" Kyra looked quite scared.
" Honey, you guys have tons of time. Go with what you want," Reba told her.
"Thanks, Mom," Kyra pulled her mother into a hug," But promise me one thing,"
"What?"
"You follow your heart too," Without further hesitation, she left the house.
How did a stupid mistake in Vegas lead to all this? There she sat, watching the eight o' clock news and folding the clothes. It was so thoughtless and montonous she did this, she didn't even notice Brock sneak up behind her.
"Hey, I got some movies from Blockbuster. You wanna watch them?" Movies. Often when they were married, the two often watched movies together during the weekends.
"What did you get?" Usually Reba expected horror or stupid comedy movies but Brock picked out some "interesting" movies this time. He had Walk the Line, West Side Story, and Slumdog Millionaire.
"Walk the line?" Reba also laughed, grabbing the DVD from his hands as that ring on the ring finger glimmered.
"Heard you singing that song about Johnny and June a few days ago." Brock mentioned the Heidi Newfield song.
"Too bad my Johnny can't sing," Reba joked without thinking, looking at Brock.
"So, I'm guessing you wanna watch this one?" Brock asked, sitting down next to her.
"Who said? I love West Side Story!" Reba took a glance at Natalie Wood and Richard Beymer on the cover of the musical's DVD," Besides, Slumdog sounds like a great movie. But I have clothes to fold and a son upstairs that procrastinated on his book report,"
"Please, Reba! I'll fold them! Just relax and watch all three of them!" Brock pleaded.
"Fine," Reba agreed finding the DVD player remote and handed it to Brock. Happily Brock began folding up the clothes, occasionally snickering at the sight of Reba's clothes, well underclothes. Halfway through the first movie, he finished folding the clothes and sat back on the couch, his arms finding its way around Reba. They sat there, watching the movies as Reba snuggled more with Brock, he softly murmured nonsense in her soft hair.
"I want something sweet," Reba exclaimed in the middle of the second movie, as Brock obediently jumped out of his seat.
"No, honey, something sweet," Reba pulled on his arms. With a wide grin, he leaned down and kissed her. How delighted his kisses made her and what energy. They innocently missed the next five minutes of the movie by making out. Content, the two sat together in each others' arms until all three movies were watched.
Yawning, Reba didn't feel like getting up.
"Stay here with me," Brock huskily whispered. She looked in his blue eyes and relaxed on the couch. With grins as wide as the lovers in the movies they saw, they fell asleep. In each other's arms.
( How was it? So sorry for no Spring Break is over, meaning less update with state testing, eighth grade graduation, WAH!!!!!!!! nooooooooooooo...........
OK sorry, the three movies do not belong to me. And I've only seen West Side Story a few times and I loved it. Want to watch the other movies though. Tell me what you think via reviews! Thanks again for reading!)