Chapter 14
Brock and Reba returned from their honeymoon, very happy to be home. The first thing Reba did was hug her two boys. She loved the idea that she had two sons now. She loved it when Henry came running to her when she opened the door yelling mama. She hugged him so tight and she knew that he was happy she was home. She knew all of her children were happy they were home but in a way they were also disappointed because Reba and Brock were still in honeymoon mode. Van ran out of the room one morning when he walked into the kitchen for breakfast to find Reba on Brock's lap in a passionate kiss. Brock and Reba could only chuckle about the incident and keep on with what they were doing.
Things were great when they returned home. It seemed their family was finally put back together. They were all finally happy with the way their lives turned out. Reba felt despite what Brock did, she wasn't sure if she would change anything because then they wouldn't have Henry in their lives and she was almost positive that she and Brock wouldn't have worked anything out. It a crazy thing, them getting a divorce had brought them closer together. Their family has never been normal that is for sure.
Reba awoke one beautiful morning with a strong arm around her waist. She smiled and turned to face her sleeping husband, her husband. It's been a little while since the wedding and she still giggles a bit at the thought that Brock was her husband again. It was like when they were first married twenty something years ago. She loved saying that Brock was her husband. She loved saying she was Mrs. Hart…again. She just laid there for a few more minutes, soaking in the pleasure of him in her…their bed again. She let her hands travel up his chest lightly and around his shoulders. This was an almost every day thing for her. She had to make sure he was here for real and he wasn't just a dream. She was always afraid she would awake alone again.
She didn't notice the grin that spread a crossed Brock's face as she continued on her quest of reassurance. "If you keep doing that, were going to be late for work."
Reba's head snapped up and she smiled as she found herself looking into Brock's beautiful blue eyes. "Good morning." She said cheerfully and she gave him a good morning kiss.
Brock's grin grew when she broke the kiss. "I really love the way you greet me in the morning." He pulled her body close to his and kissed her again. "A guy could get used to this." He said almost breathlessly. Reba gave him a deep sexy chuckle and that was all it took for Brock to roll her over and kiss her passionately.
Reba closed the door to her and Brock's room some time later as she rushed down the hall to Jake and Henry's room. She opened the door to see Jake already sitting up in bed yawning. "I was just about to get you up."
Jake groaned and threw his blanket back slowly trying to wake himself up. "I am glad we won't be late for school today. I don't know why you sleep so late Mom, I mean you and dad go to bed early every night."
Reba blushed a bit and thankful Jake didn't see it and didn't know the reason why they went to bed early or why they got up so late sometimes. She looked over and saw little Henry sitting up in his crib. (I don't know if he is too old for a crib. From my calculations he is almost two years of age. I don't think that's old enough for a big bed yet.) "Hey sweetie."
He had a big smile on his face and was holding out his arms. "Mama!" Reba smiled at Henry. He always seemed like such a perky baby.
She picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. He giggled at her kiss and then she wrinkled her nose when she sniffed the air. "Whoa." Reba said and walking to the changing table. (I am pretty sure two years old have diapers still. I think my niece did. Everyone potty trains at their own pace, right? Correct me please if I am wrong.)
After changing him, cleaning him up, and getting him ready for the day, Reba walked him downstairs to the kitchen where everyone else seemed to be. She smiled when she saw that Brock made breakfast. He had gotten into the habit lately of making breakfast for everyone while she got Henry ready. She always thought that was sweet of him. It just showed how much he has changed. She set Henry in his highchair and got his breakfast for him. She then let Van watch Henry while she walked over to the stove where Brock stood. She pulled him away from the stove and into a heated kiss.
Van saw this and got a disgusted look on his face. "Please, not in front of the babies." He said covering their eyes. "And me." He said trying to cover his own eyes as well. Reba just laughed and gave him one last kiss before taking a plate of eggs and toast from her husband. "You know…" Van said as Reba sat down next to him. "It's been three months since the wedding. The honeymoon is over. Quit trying to gross us out."
Reba rolled her eyes before replying. "Were married, it's what married people do."
Cheyenne, who was trying to feed Elizabeth, gave her a look. "Mom, I remember you telling me once that married people don't act like that and then you went on to say that we made you want to burn the couch."
Reba looked confused. "I don't remember that." Cheyenne just rolled her eyes and continued to feed her baby girl.
Reba loved it in the mornings during breakfast it was the only time the whole family was together for a meal and Reba cherished these times. During lunch of course everyone was at work or school and during dinner it was usually only her, Brock and the kids. Van and Cheyenne had classes late into the evening. They always had a lovely breakfast and then they were all off to work or school. Brock and Reba rode to the office together of course after they dropped Henry off at a local daycare center. Reba always enjoyed it when they went to work because it really was the only time that they could spend alone together, even if was only a few minutes between patients, it was better than at home when they usually had no time to spend alone because there was always homework to help with or dinner to fix.
Reba sighed as she put a patient's file back into its rightful place. The afternoon had been surprisingly quite slow for a week day afternoon. The morning of course was its usual hectic time. The waiting room was full of patients and children waiting for Brock to check out their teeth. Reba leaned on the counter, tapping a pencil waiting for someone to call or walk in. She did everything humanly possible to occupy her time and try to make it go by faster. She was jumping for joy when the big hand on the clock made its way to the twelve and the little hand made its way to the six. She was so happy it was time to go.
Brock showed his face a few minutes later after Reba did the normal closing down of everything. "Are you ready to go?" he asked with her purse and coat in his hand.
She smiled and took both things from him. "I have been ready to go since lunch."
Brock chuckled and they both walked out together, Brock locking the office door behind them. "I am really eager to get home and relax. The morning had been terrible and then this afternoon I had all that paperwork. I should have let you go home." He said thinking about it after a while. She really wasn't needed after lunch. All he had was paperwork that afternoon and one patient. Reba had come into his office for a few minutes to try to keep him company and he could tell she was bored. She always did have the attention span of a two year old, he thought, laughing to himself. He should have let her go home.
Reba shrugged and smiled. "It's ok. It's the only time we get to spend together."
Brock nodded in agreement as they made their way to the car. They were just about to hop in when they heard a voice behind them. "Brock?"
Reba and Brock turned and their smiles disappeared from their faces. Reba's blood ran cold and she gripped the handle of the door so tight her knuckles turned completely white. Her lips went into a thin angry line, nostrils flared, and she was ready to kill. "Barbara Jean." She said in the coldest voice she could possibly muster up. Reba couldn't believe that this woman was standing in front of her. The nerve of her thinking that she could just show up whenever and come back into their lives. She had a good sense to attack the woman. Reba didn't care if she was bigger or that she could probably crush her like a bug with one sweep of her hand. Reba just wanted this woman to feel pain, a lot of pain. "Go back wherever you came from." Reba said two moments later.
Barbara Jean had gotten a hurt look on her face and it occurred to Reba that she was still the same old clueless blonde that she was almost two years ago. She didn't understand that she couldn't just show up like this and think that everything was going to be all right and that it was ok. "Brock…"
"Go Barbara Jean." Reba said cutting her off. She didn't care what this woman had to say and she was sure Brock didn't care either. After what she did to Brock and Henry Reba had the right mind to hit her with the car.
Barbara Jean gave Reba a look before turning to Brock again. "Brock…can we please talk."
Brock who had stayed silent the whole time didn't know what to say. He was still a bit in shock that Barbara Jean was even standing in front of him. He wanted to say what Reba had said but he couldn't muster up the words. He didn't want to see her or talk to her. After what she did to him and Henry, he really didn't care what she had to say. He had just remarried Reba and they were finally on the right track. Everything was going good with his family and then she had the nerve to show her face around them again. "I really don't think we have anything to say to one another." He finally managed to get out.
Barbara Jean looked sad for a moment and then tried once more. "Please Brock. I really want to talk to you."
Brock smirked and shook his head. "I don't want to talk to you. Reba, get in the car. Let's go." Reba didn't object and they both hopped in the car and spend off, far away from Barbara Jean.
On the way home Reba's mind was doing cartwheels as she finally tried to process this. Barbara Jean was back in their life. She knew she wasn't going to go away. She seemed determined for one, even if the conversation was brief. Barbara Jean was not going to leave and Reba had no clue what she wanted to talk about. She hoped she didn't want Brock back or worse she hoped Brock didn't go along with it and want to leave again. She turned to her husband who seemed to be lost in thought. She could only wish she knew what he was thinking. What would happen once Barbara Jean did finally sit down and talk with Brock because that was the only way Barbara Jean was going to stay out of their lives. Reba swallowed the lump in her throat and she almost felt tears in her eyes as she thought of three years ago when she heard Brock had gotten her pregnant. It was like it was happening all over again. Brock hadn't said he was leaving her but who knows what's going to happen with Barbara Jean around again.
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