Well, I skipped forward quite a bit... Sorry. Dont hate me. i just felt like I was draggin it ooonnn... 21 chapters and we dont even have a Cheyenne yet. I'm extremely antsy for a Cheyenne! And I know a lot of you guys probably are too, so I'm gonna speed up the process a little. I really hope you don't mind. :\ We just really need to get the show on the road. Okay, read, enjoy, review. PLEASE. ;D Thank you. :)

Oh! another thing, would you guys read it if I made another story of them struggling after their long 20 years of marriage? Like, I'll probably do it in third person that way we know both Reba and Brocks thoughts and what they're doing and all that jazz... I'm really wanting to do it, but I know some people don't want the sad stuff. :( i just thought it's be interesting to write and get the "behind the scenes" Especially with Reba, in the show she did so good. We barely even saw her cry, so she obviously fakes a smile, especially for the kids, and I thought it'd be kinda fun (Not fun, I feel like that's an inappropriate word to use under the circumstances, but interesting...) To see what she was really feeling and going through instead of always seeing her joke and smile. I dont know, let me know what you think. I should stop doing these authors notes because they always turn into novels... Lol. I talk too much, I'll quit. Enjoy!

I glanced at the clock in the dining room. Unbelievable. I stared down at our plates full of cold food and poured another glass of wine. Since he decided he didn't want to join me for our anniversary, I could just get drunk by myself and lock the door before I go to bed. I nodded at my thought, deciding that was what I was going to do. I kept pouring and pouring until I finished the entire bottle. Just as I stood to throw it away the door flew open. I noticed he was panting as he rushed over to me. He went to hug me but I pushed his chest, hard, making him stumble back a little.

"I'm sorry I-"

"Don't. I don't want your excuses." My voice was shaky and I tried to get it under control. "Your dinners a little cold." I said as I grabbed the empty bottle and threw it away, then walked over to the china cabinet and grabbed another bottle. He pointed and looked at me confused.

"That was a wedding gift, we're supposed to age it and enjoy it later in life. Not a year later." I nodded once.

"I know." I grabbed the bottle opener and popped it open, pouring me another glass.

"I think one bottle is enough for you." He reached for my glass but I pulled it away.

"Don't tell me what to do." He sighed and stepped closer to me. I looked up at him and felt tears in my eyes, not because I was sad, but because he pisses me off. "It's our first anniversary, Brock."

"Well, technically we had anniversary's before this, just not as a married couple." He went to put his hands on my hips.

"Don't touch me."

"Reba…" I shook my head and took a gulp of my wine. "I'm so sorry…"

"I don't like you ever since you opened that damn practice. When you graduated you stopped being my husband. I understand that you're trying to get business and it's a lot of hard work, and I've been patient, but you forgot our anniversary… That's a problem."

"I didn't forget."

"Then where were you?"

"Work."

"Why?" He didn't have an answer.

"Okay, maybe I did forget. But I didn't, I just got so caught up in paperwork I didn't realize what time it was. Honey, I am so sorry…" He wrapped his arms around me, hesitant at first, but he tightened his embrace when I didn't object. "They say the first year's the hardest." I rolled my eyes.

"I hope that's right." I didn't hug him back, I just lifted my arms a little so he could hug me. He pulled back, keeping his hands on my lower back and bringing his face just inches away from mine. He smirked slightly, but I kept my deadly glare. He moved closer to kiss me but I turned my head and he caught me cheek. "You look absolutely gorgeous." he whispered. I rolled my eyes again. He softly kissed down my neck. I swallowed hard and pushed on his chest.

"Stop. I don't even want you in this house, let alone touching me."

"You smell good…"

"You don't." He chuckled and nodded.

"Can you believe its been a year?"

"Yes... I actually cant believe its only been a year."

"Thank you, honey!" He said sarcastically.

"Well, you're not an easy person to marry."

"You're not all rainbows and butterflies either, babe. Besides, you like a challenge." He said with a smirk.

"Our marriage would be perfect if you weren't such an idiot." He smiled and put his hands on either side of my neck.

"Our marriage is perfect." He leaned his face closer and we kept eye contact the whole time. His lips barely touched mine and he stopped moving, probably to make sure I wasn't going to stop him again. I didn't, but I didn't move forward either. I stood completely still as he pushed our lips together. I felt my eyes close and I set my glass of wine down on the table, then wrapped my arms around his back. I opened my eyes when I felt his hands messing with the zipper of my dress. I pushed his chest lightly and shook my head.

"Oh no… Don't even. I cant believe I'm letting you even kiss me right now!"

"Oh c'mon, Reba. You cant expect me not to try something when you're wearing that!" He looked me up and down. "And the hair, and make up, and shoes, and perfume."

"Yeah, well when I was getting ready I had different intentions… y'know, before you showed up late to our anniversary dinner I worked so hard on!"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Ohh… I'm sorry, baby, I forgot." I smiled and went to wrap my arms around the back of his neck. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I slapped him upside the head and unwrapped his arms. "You really thought saying sorry was gonna fix everything, you mo-ron?!" He rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, what can I do?"

"Show up on time." I took off my shoes and tossed them towards the front door. I finished my glass of wine, then turned around. "Unzip."

"But you just told me no-"

"Just, unzip…" He stepped closer and I heard him take a shaky breath as he slowly unzipped my dress. I poured, yet another glass and started walking towards the room. "Take care of the dinner mess." I told his as I passed him. I took down my hair, leaving it in big curls and unhooked my bra with one hand as I walked away and threw it on the floor in the hallway, making sure he saw. A little further down, where he couldn't see I stepped out of my panties and left them there. I stopped in front of the bathroom and dropped my dress, then went into our bedroom and put my robe on. I came out, and went into the bathroom. I heard him washing the plates and mumbling under his breath. I turned on the water and added half a bottle of bubbles into it, then went back out to the kitchen to just grab the entire bottle of wine and bring it in the bathroom with me. As I started back down the hallway I heard him shut the water off in the kitchen and sigh. I turned around and looked at him. He had both of his hands on the counter and he was looking at the floor. I really wish I didn't have to spend our anniversary by myself, but I couldn't let him have his way… He didn't deserve it. I sighed and turned back around to go back to the bathroom. When I walked in the bubbles were over the top. I felt my eyes widen and I hurried to shut off the water. Didn't realize how much a half bottle was… I dropped my robe and slowly stepped in, letting my feet and lets get used to the hot water before I sat down, then I got back up and reached for the hair clip and my glass. I set my glass down on the side of the tub and I threw my hair up in the clip. After maybe 3 minutes I heard 2 knocks on the door, then he came in. I didn't even bother to open my eyes to look at him.

"You just bought those bubbles..."

"I know." He sighed and closed the door, sitting on the toilet next to the bath.

"Need anything?"

"You to leave me alone."

"Reba, its our anniversary. As much as you may not want to see me, I want to see you."

"You could've seen me 2 hours ago. You could've been takin a bath with me right now." I heard him sigh.

"Well, you're the only thing stoppin that from happening." I opened my eyes to glare at him and he smirked.

"I wanna make sure you remember this for the rest of your life, that way you'll never forget our anniversary again."

"Okay. Lesson learned. I promise, honey… It will never happen again."

"Okay, good…" I heard the phone start to ring and I looked at him confused. "It's like, 10 at night…" He shrugged and stood.

"I'll be back." He let me know. I sighed, closed my eyes and took a sip of the wine we got a year ago. A few minutes later he returned. "Just Nancy…"

"What'd she want?"

"Well, she said happy anniversary, and she's gonna stop by tomorrow with Brandon." I yawned and nodded.

"He can push himself up now." I said, smiling.

"Really?" I nodded. "Man… Seems like yesterday we were outside the door listening and cheering her on." He chuckled and I smiled.

"It was a year ago today that I found out she was pregnant."

"Oh yeah… exciting day." I looked up at him and saw him looking down at his hands. He was absentmindedly twisting his wedding band around.

"Best day of my life." I said quietly. His eyes met mine and we shared a small smile.

"So you don't hate me?"

"Still debating it." I took my hand out of the water and held it out to him. He took it with out even thinking. "I don't quite hate you, yet." He squeezed my hand and smiled, then got off the toilet and kneeled on his knees right next to the tub.

"Do you forgive me yet?" I laughed.

"Do you even know me?"

"I forgive you all the time!"

"That's 'cause all I gotta do is kiss ya and you're the happiest man on Earth." I smirked and winked. He opened his mouth the object and I raised my eyebrows, daring him to.

"I'm a guy, so it's not fair." I smiled and shook my head, leaning forward to pull out the plug, but I felt his hands on my shoulders so I stopped. He turned me, so I had to sit Indian style, but I didn't mind. His messages were the best.

"Let me know when I'm forgiven." He whispered.

"If I say never will you keep goin?"

"I'll keep goin until I'm forgiven."

"Never." He chuckled.

"You'll prune." I sighed.

"Crrapp…" I hated turning pruney. "So could we take this somewhere else?"

"As long as you put some clothes on…" I turned my head to look at him and smiled.

"Why?" I asked, seductively.

"You know why, Reba. You cant lay there naked while I'm messaging you, then tell me I cant kiss you and… stuff!" I laughed.

"So you wouldn't like it?"

"No! It'd be terrible…"

"Torturous?"

"Uh.. Yeah." I smirked and drained the water. He stood and backed away from the tub as I took my time getting out and drying off, then threw my robe on and tied it. I grabbed his hand and walked into the bedroom.

"You're keepin that on." he demanded. I nodded and walked to the bed. I sat right in the middle and waited for him to sit behind me and continue to message. Once he did I sighed, contently and smiled as I slowly moved my fingers up to the tie. I gently tugged at it and it came loose. He didn't even notice. I pulled at my sleeves and I felt the fabric move off my shoulders. His hands stopped moving. "What're you doin?" I shrugged.

"Nothin."

"Somethin."

"No… you did it."

"I did not! It just fell." He pulled them back up, but the kept slipping down. "Could you tie it tighter or something?" He asked, getting annoyed. I laughed and turned around. I saw him glance down once he saw my open robe, then met my eyes again. "Cover up." I smirked and moved closer to his face. He leaned back, resting on his elbows and I hovered over him.

"Turned on?" I whispered in his ear, before kissing behind it and down his neck. I felt him start to breathe a little harder and he moved his hands up to my hips, but I slapped them away. I moved my hands down and just barely stuck my fingertips in his jeans, sliding them across his lower abdomen. I looked down to see his growing erection and realized my job here was done. I kissed him lightly on the lips, then crawled off.

"You cant be serious." I laughed and nodded.

"Oh yeah, I am. Sucks to be so excited for something, then have it all get taken away from you, huh?"

"Reba!" He said, in disbelief. I threw my hands up in defense.

"Hey, I told you I was gonna make sure you remembered this." His jaw dropped slightly.

"But-"

"But nothin, go have yourself a shower… A nice, cold shower." I smiled, then laughed. He stood and pointed at me.

"This is not funny." I smiled and nodded.

"I guess we all have different sense of humors..." He shook his head and stormed out of the room.

The next morning I woke up to Brock trying to tip-toe back into the room. I squinted and rubbed my eyes, then sat up and leaned against the headboard.

"Mornin." I said while yawning. He turned to me and smiled apologetically .

"Sorry." I waved him off and glanced at the alarm.

"No Nancy yet?"

"She called, said she cant make it."

"Oh… Could you get me somethin? Wine is not my friend." I rubbed my temple and he smirked.

"I know. I'll be back." I yawned again and rested my eyes until he came back into the room 3 minutes later. "We've got coffee, toast, eggs, oranges, bacon, nice and crispy, and ibuprofen." I smiled as he set the tray in my lap. He handed me my coffee and took his, then held it up. "Happy 366 day anniversary." I grinned and gently clinked our mugs together then leaned forward and quickly pecked him on the lips.

"Thank you." I said and he shrugged.

"Thank you for puttin up with me." I smirked and took a drink of my coffee. "I'm gonna make it up to you…"

"Well, makin me breakfast isn't gonna quite make up for ruinin our first anniversary, but you can keep tryin."

"Well, it's the only day we both have off, so what do ya wanna do?" I raised my eyebrow and thought for a second.

"The kitchen needs cleaned and laundry needs done."

"The kitchen is spotless and the clothes are in the dryer now."

"How's the grass lookin?"

"I mowed 3 days ago, honey. We haven't gotten any rain."

"Oh! The disposal in the kitchen… its broken."

"You broke it?"

"No, I didn't!"

"Oh, Bob the ghost must've."

"Ha. Ha… I don't know what happened."

"Well, you eat breakfast. I'll go fix the sink, then get ready. We'll go do whatever you wanna do."

"I have papers to grade…"

"It's okay to slack off sometimes, you know… I'm sure the kids wont mind waitin one more day." I gave him an unsure look and he gave me a pouty lip. "Please… Please, please, please…" He begged. I smiled and shook my head.

"You better make it worth it."

"You're the one tellin me what we're doin… so, whats it gonna be?" I thought for a second, biting my lip.

"Hm…" I perked up a little and smiled.

"What?"

"Take me golfin."

"What?" He asked, more with surprise.

"Teach me how to golf."

"Reba, you hate golf." I shrugged.

"I hate watchin golf, I've never played. Besides, I wanna see what the big deal is and why you seem to love it so much." He smiled and shook his head.

"After almost 6 years of being together you still surprise me."

"So, you will?"

"Absolutely! The guys'll think its hot…" He trailed off smiling. I rolled my eyes. "What? I like showin you off."

"You make me sound like a trophy."

"You kinda are… but better." He leaned forward and I smiled and pushed on his shoulder.

"Go fix the sink." he quickly kissed me on the cheek anyway, then got up. I started with the medicine, then picked around at the food. I heard plenty of weird noises from the kitchen, but the slamming of a cabinet and the yelling of my very angry husband, made me jump. I grabbed the tray and hesitantly walked out. He had his head under the sink and a rake in stuck in the drain.

"God dam-"

"Watch it…" I warned for his language. I didn't mind cussing, in fact I did it more than I should, but there's never any good enough reason to throw Gods name in there… He didn't do anything. "What the hell's goin on?" I asked, slowly walking in to the kitchen, looking at the rake.

"Just uh… fixin the sink. Just go get ready, I've got it." I shook my head and set the tray down, then squatted next to him to try to see what was going on.

"Honey, I can call a handyman…"

"No! No… I've got it. I know how to do this." I nodded slowly. I wasn't convinced, but I let him continue. I stood and started back down the hall to the room.

"If you change your mind just let me know."

"I wont." He grunted. "Hey, where's the duct tape?" I pulled my eyebrows together and hesitated before answering.

"Probably the junk drawer… You sure you know what you're doin?"

"Positive." About 10 minutes later he came running in while I was putting on my shirt. "Told you I could do it!" He said excitedly. He pulled on my hand, pulling me out to see what he had done.

"Couldn't let me get dressed?" he ignored my comment and kept dragging me out. Once we were in the kitchen I pulled my shirt over my head and he turned to look at me with a wide grin.

"Ehh?" I nodded.

"Happy to no longer see a rake in my drain."

"Well, try it out!" He insisted. I laughed at his excitement. He was acting like a child on Christmas morning. I flipped the switch and it sounded normal… somewhat. I smiled and nodded.

"Good as new!" I could tell he was doing a victory dance in his head and I wrapped my arms around his middle and looked up at him. "Good job, honey."

"Thank you." He softly kissed me, still smiling. "And you wanted to hire a handyman…psshhh…" I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Alright, guess we wont ever have to worry about handymen."

"Don't even think about callin one… ever… I'm gooood…" He nodded, proudly while admiring his work. I rolled my eyes and went back to finish getting ready. "And keep an eye on Bob next time, would ya?"