A/N: My dear faithful readers, this is the second to last chapter of this story. =( I am crying because it has to end, but there are other Reba stories that are coming up from other writers, as well as I am continuing a lot of my Reba stories if any of you read them. =) I am looking for a beta to review my Reba stories… Would you like to see a story before anybody else does? Please PM me and we'll talk about it. =) Thank you. Anyhow, to the story…
Reba flew back to Hawaii alone and solemn. She had tried to talk to Parker.
"He really did make sense and even made a lot of good points." Reba thought to herself. "I confused myself a lot in the last twenty years. Even in the last few days. I'm willing to love Parker but not willing enough to admit that in front of our friends and family?"
"Hon, maybe you have a fear of commitment." A flight attendant said as she stood next to Reba. Reba looked up at her.
"What? Oh no, it can't be a fear of commitment. I was married for twenty years." Reba responded. The flight attendant nodded.
"Is this the first man you've dated since your divorce?" She asked.
"Oh I'm not divorced yet. Not officially anyway. We have filed." Reba replied. The flight attendant nodded again.
"You poor thing. I'll bring you a margarita from first class." She stated. Reba touched her arm.
"I have to go back to these people. Do you have anything stronger?"
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"Dad, it is Christmas Eve. Do you think mom will be back in time for Christmas?" Cheyenne asked. Brock, Cheyenne, Van and Barbara Jean were standing in Reba's hotel room. Brock looked at his watch.
"Cheyenne, it's only eight thirty. That gives her three and a half hours until Christmas morning. She'll make it." Brock replied.
"Are you sure?" Cheyenne questioned.
"I promise. Now come on. Let's get out of here. She'll have our heads if we're in here when she gets back." Brock said.
"When has that ever stopped you?" Van asked under his breath.
"Van." Cheyenne said in a warning tone.
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It was about ten forty-five when Reba finally strolled back into the hotel. She was tired and ready for bed. She pulled the covers back and slipped into the bed still wearing her jeans and sweater. She lay on the pillow and closed her eyes. It wasn't very long before she was fast asleep.
Several hours later, even though it felt like only mere minutes to Reba, Jake was jumping on the bed.
"Mom! Mom! Mommy get up!" Jake hollered. Reba rolled over to face him.
"Jake, please get out of here. What are you waking me up for?" Reba asked.
"Daddy told me to." Jake replied. Reba sat up.
"Well, at a decent hour I am going to go have a long talk with your dad." Reba stated.
"It's seven. Is that a decent hour?" Jake asked.
"It's seven already?" Reba looked at the alarm clock by the bed and it indeed said nine after seven. "Come on Jake. Let's go find everybody else." Jake hopped off the bed.
"They are downstairs already." Jake ran out of the room leaving Reba to follow along behind him.