-- 25 --
"Vegas? Shouldn't you be coming home?" asked Kyra
"Kyra, can I call you back? I'm gonna kill your dad first, and no, it doesn't look like we are going to make it home tonight, your dad just added seven hours to our journey!" said Reba with anger in her voice.
"Alright mom, talk to you later then, drive safe" Kyra felt bad for her dad, must be hard for him to be stuck with her mom all those hours and not even heading back home.
"I love you, sweetie" said Reba to her daughter
"Aww... I love you too sweetheart" said Brock to Reba
"I was talking to Kyra" Reba gritted through her teeth, she hadn't said those words to him yet, but Brock was ok with it, for now anyway. Well, at least she kissed him every time he said it to her. But not this time. She was mad...
"What the heck did you do to the GPS?" Reba yelled at Brock, she pounded his arm continuously.
"Ouch! I was playing with it, just checking how long it would take to go to Las Vegas, I guess I forgot to change it back" said Brock with guilt.
"There's a little pre-set button of a little house, push it!" Reba shook her head, they were seven hours further than when they started. "I can't believe you didn't notice that we were traveling the wrong direction when we were watching the sunset" Reba blamed him.
"You were kissing me honey, two suns could appear in the sky and I wouldn't even have noticed." Brock made an excuse with a huge grin. He wasn't worried at all that they have gone further, because that's meant he got to spend more time with her.
"Now we are even further away from home, and it's nine o'clock. I'm getting tired."
"Tired? I am the one driving all day" Brock complained
"I'm regretting that too, believe me! You're the one who chose the long route! And I offered to help drive and you said no"
"Well, since we are not going to make it home without driving all night and both of us are tired, shall we look for a place to stay?" asked Brock with a grin
"Oh you'd just like that wouldn't you?"
"Of course, Redhead at night, Brock's delight. I didn't plan this I swear. But honey, God must have done me a favor, so I get another night to make love to you." said Brock starting to look around for a hotel.
"I'm sorry darlin'. God didn't really favor you tonight because I'm having a head ache! And you will too if you don't turn this car around!"
"Aww... come on baby. We could snuggle next to each other, hold on to each other all night. What's not good about it?" Reba gave him a dirty look
"Brock my dear, since when do you know to stop at just snuggling and just hold on to me still without trying? But you better try and control yourself 'cause nothings gonna happen tonight!" said Reba firmly, but she jumped back a little when he put his hand on her thigh.
"You also said that this morning, and you caved." his spread a mischievous grin and glanced at her, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh "I could make you change your mind, you know. I still remember your weak spots, I know where to touch, where the switch to turn you..." and the radio began to play over the car speakers again. Brock and Reba glanced at each other.
"Didn't Kyra hang up the phone?" Reba was startled. She thought her daughter hung up the phone when she said bye. Reba checked her phone, according to the timer, the conversation ended just a few seconds ago. "She just heard the whole thing..." Reba muttered "Holy Crap! Brock she just heard our conversation!" now it sunk in.
"So?"
"Now she knew that we slept together" Reba didn't feel comfortable about this
"So what? Her parents sleep together, that's every parents do" Brock didn't see anything wrong with it.
"We weren't suppose to!"
"Why not? We are husband and wife"
"Ex-Husband and Ex-Wife!" Reba clarified
"We got married"
"By the spirits, that's not legal!"
Meanwhile at Houston, Kyra was still staring at her phone in disbelief. She was about to hang up when she heard her name being called, and she was accidentally listened to the whole conversation. And to find out what happened between her parent. Were they getting back together? She would find out when they came home. But they sure had something going on that she could live without knowing.
"Eww... Gross..."
"What gross?" asked Cheyenne, Reba had asked her to come and take care of her younger siblings when she was gone.
"Mom and dad are having sex" said Kyra, shivering
"In the car?" Cheyenne questioned
"I feel like I just walked in on them!" Kyra still shivered. Her cell phone rang. "Here, why don't you ask her yourself" she tossed the phone to her sister
"Kyra" called from the other end of the phone
"It's Cheyenne, mom"
"Where's Kyra, I got to talk to her."
"She's cleaning out her ears with a Q-Tip. And you're on speaker by the way, she can hear you alright" said Cheyenne giggling
"Why do you put me on speaker? What if Jake..." Reba was nervous, but Cheyenne cut her off.
"Too late mom, Kyra just told him you two are bow-chicka-bow bow in the car and he's also cleaning his ear out with a Q-tips" Cheyenne giggled
"We are not!" Reba denied
"Then what happened?" Cheyenne didn't really believe her sister in the first place, Kyra told her once that Barbra Jean caught her parents in bed together, but it turned out to be just a friendly hug. So she'd rather hear what happened for real from her mom.
"Nothing, we are just lost. You dad played with the GPS and accidentally set the destination to Vegas."
"Nebraska?" Cheyenne just had to make sure
"Nevada. Las Vegas, Nevada. And don't ask, I don't know what the heck was he doing"
"How are you anyway, shouldn't you be home like two days ago?" Cheyenne was making conversation
"Yeah, your dad wasn't feeling well the day before. We went horseback riding and his muscles got stiff, he could hardly move. And I didn't feel well yesterday."
"Are you ok mom?"
"I'm fine now, just got hypothermia. I recovered. Nothing to be worried about"
"Was it that hot in Fisheye Bottom?" Cheyenne was confused
"Hypothermia, not hyperthermia! Never mind. I'll talk to you when we get home ok?"
"Sure, and I don't see why Kyra would say you two are having sex in the car. She was lying again, you should punish her, mom." Cheyenne just shook her head.
"Well..." Reba tried to find the way to explain, "we didn't do anything in the car, but she did hear us having a 'little talk', so she wasn't exactly lying."
"I told you!" Kyra yelled across the room. "And can you take her off speaker? I don't want to hear that again" Cheyenne ignored her sister.
"Did you two... really?"
"Can I talk to you when we get home?" Reba didn't feel like saying anything over the phone "It's long distance, it's expensive"
"It's family plan mom, unlimited. So spill!"
"Cheyenne!"
"So you and dad are doing it?"
"CHEYENNE!" Both Kyra and Reba shouted at her almost at the same time.
"I'll talk to you when I get back. I just want to let you know that there's no way we can make it home tonight"
"C'mon mom, you and dad are getting back together?" Cheyenne wouldn't give up. Then she heard her dad and her mom giggling
"Is this the right spot, honey?" sound of her dad at the end of the line
"Brock stop it! You're tickling me!" that was her mom Cheyenne heard, followed by giggling
"Get a room!" Said Kyra stomping to her bedroom
"My ears!" said Jake covering his ears, running to his bedroom
"Fine! We'll talk when you come home!"
"Cheyenne wait!" Too late, Cheyenne already hung up. "What the heck are you doing that for?" Brock stopped tickling the back of her neck.
"Helping you. She hung up, see?" Brock chuckled
"Oh, great! They're gonna think we are doing something!" Reba shook her head, not sure whether to thank him or hit him.
"Anyway, we're gonna get a room and have a rest, we'll head back tomorrow, ok?" said Brock pulling in to a hotel, not as fancy as the one they spent at Fisheye Bottom, but better than a motel. He got out of the car and checked-in before coming out and helping Reba with the overnight bags.
"I am running out of clean clothes" Reba complained
"Well, we drove past a Laundromat, do you want to go there before it closes?"
"Good idea, but I'm gonna need a mesh bag for my delicate items though"
"Ok, we'll go to superstore first." so they went to the super store and get a small container of detergent and a mesh laundry bag for Reba's delicate items such as underwear and her sexy lingerie. Brock saw her putting those items in the bag before putting them in the machine along with his clothes. He gave her a mischievous grin.
"Don't give me that look, I'm not gonna wear that again!" Brock frowned. When they were done with the laundry, Reba grabbed the maps from the car and returned to the hotel room.
"You still like to plan the route the old fashioned way, why did you get the GPS in first place?" asked Brock
"I didn't get it. Van got it for me and pre-set the home address for me, he said I seem to get lost and showed up at their house all the time, so he decided that I need a GPS." Reba explained
"I like it actually, I better get one myself" Brock still played with it like it was a new toy, while Reba looked at the map. She found out where they were and wrote the directions to go back home on the piece of paper.
"Yeah, looked how effective that was! If we didn't listen to the machine telling us to turn left here, turn right there, we'd pay more attention to the road signs." Reba sighed "What happened to your All Star thingy by the way?"
"OnStar. I cancelled it, it locked me in the car"
"Yeah... sure... or was it the end of the free promotion?"
"Well, that too!" now that sounded more like him "Do you know that Fisheye Bottom was half way between our home and Vegas?" he changed the subject.
"Yeah, and you've just added an extra seven hours drive to our home, now it's gonna take almost 20 hours for us to drive back!"
"Well... since we are closer to Vegas than Houston, would you like to go to Vegas?" Brock nervously suggested, a little scare that she might hit him.
"No" Reba didn't hit him but denied firmly "I have a job to do you know, and so have you!"
"I took three weeks' Vacation. I called the office yesterday to confirm that I won't be back soon, and told my receptionist not to take any appointments until I got back. And you are your own boss. We could go on a little longer vacation. You deserved it, you haven't been on a vacation for God knows how long." Now that was tempting...
"No, I have family to feed." Although she wanted to, but not really. Brock put the GPS down and walked up to her, he held her by her upper arms, and made her face him
"I'll pay for the trip and give you half my salary" Brock made a deal with her. Hmm... "We are husband and wife after all" he exclaimed
"Not legally!"
"I don't care, c'mon honey. Now that we got clean clothes, let's go for our honeymoon." Reba thought about it, he could see she was leaning toward going. "And when we get back to Houston, we could separate if you still want that, but please... let's spend a few more days together..."