Chapter 2

It was three days later since Cheyenne asked Reba that unnerving question. The red head pulled into the driveway of her house, turned off the ignition, and just sat there. Reba breathed deeply and closed her eyes. She must have fallen asleep because she jumped awake with a start when someone tapped on her window. Reba looked out her window and saw her blonde haired, overly tanned skinned, blue eyed ex-husband smiling at her. She got out of the car and leaned against the door.

"Hey Reba, how was your little nap?" teased Brock with a smirk. "Fine until you decided to show your orange manatee face." Reba snapped.

"Wow okay. Grumpy much?"

"I'm sorry. I just had a bad day at work and I'm not in the mood."

Brock frowned slightly. "Everything alright?" he asked. Reba appreciated that Brock cared about her still, but there was no way she was going to tell him she can't stop thinking about him. "Yes, now why are you here?" Reba said walking towards the front door. "I just wanted to see how you are doing, haven't see you in a while" Brock replied as he trailed after her into the house.

"Brock, it's only been three days."

"Well yeah, but it seemed like a long time. I have something I wanted to talk to you about anyways."

Reba sighed and hung her coat on the coat rack. Brock went over and sat on the couch, waiting for his ex-wife to join him. "Well, what is it you wanted to talk to me about." Reba said as she sat down on the chair next to the couch.

"Barbra Jean served me with divorce papers." Brock said with no emotion.

"What?" Reba asked in shock. "Yeah. When we came home from your house three days ago, the fight worsened." Brock said as sadness filled his voice. He remembered it very well, and now the thought of being divorced... again, scared him.

"Barbra Jean! Can't we just drop it. This isn't a thing worth fighting about anyways!" Brock pleaded to his wife as they stood in their living room. Barbra Jean folded her arms. "No Brock! Why don't you care about anything I do or say anymore? What happened to the man who cared about everything I did, Brock? You're so distant, I feel like I'm going to bed with a stranger!" yelled Barbra Jean.

"Well maybe because I am so sick and tired of this fighting. I feel like I can't even talk to you without even a fight breaking out." Brock said calmly. The two stood still without looking at each other. Both of them knew what needed to happen, but they didn't want to make the first move.

"Brock, I think we should get a divorce." Barbra Jean said quietly. It was so quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

"Yea, I think it's for the best." Brock said with a sigh.

"The job in Little Rock still stands, so I'll move there. I'm going to take Henry with me." Barbra Jean said firmly.

"But-" started Brock. "Brock." Barbra Jean interrupted gently. "We will have shared custody over him. You can come visit anytime you want too, just give me a call."

"Brock? Helllooo," Reba waved her hand in front his face. Brock snapped back into reality and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"That's fine. So, you two are really going to do it, huh?"

"Well we already did."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Yeah, we both signed the papers and shipped them in. The divorce should be finalized by next week."

Reba sat there, open-mouthed. "Wow. I'm sorry about that." she quietly said. Brock shrugged his shoulders. "We knew it was going to happen, not a surprise really. We decided to stay friends and share custody of Henry. She's going to take that job in Little Rock and move there as soon as the divorce is official."

"I see. At least you guys left it on a good note, unlike your first divorce." Reba laughed. Brock smiled, but it soon faded. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked quietly. Reba looked at her ex-husband with a curious look on her face. "Well, this took a turn." she said. Brock looked deep in her eyes; he was serious.

"Well Brock. I used to be. I was so angry and hurt. I thought we had a chance at our marriage, but the day you told me you were having an affair, I knew it was hopeless. You broke my heart, Brock. I stayed home and took care of our three kids, did your laundry, made sure you had something to eat. So yes, I was mad at you for quite some time."

Brock looked down at his hands, tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to wipe them away quickly before Reba saw them, but it was too late. He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking. Just then, he felt two arms around him and he was pulled into a hug.

"It's okay, Brock. I forgave you a long time ago." whispered Reba as she hugged him tight. Brock wrapped his arms around his ex-wife's waist. The smell of strawberry shampoo filled his nose and breathed deeply. How long they both hugged is unknown, but they finally pulled apart.

"Thanks Reba." Brock whispered as he looked into her blue eyes. They sat so close together, they could feel each other's breaths on their faces. They slowly started to lean in and their lips brushed across each other.

"Hey Mom," a voice called from the kitchen. Reba and Brock quickly jumped away from each other. "Oh, hey Dad! What are you doing here?" Cheyenne asked as she walked into the living room. "Well I had to talk to your mom about something." Brock said quickly. Cheyenne raised her eyebrow and looked at her mom who was red in the face. "I see..." Cheyenne said.

"Was there something you needed, Cheyenne?" asked Reba annoyed. "Just wanted to see if everyone wanted to go out for a family dinner tonight." Cheyenne said with a smile. Brock and Reba looked at each other and a silent message passed between them. "I think that's a good idea. I'll meet you guys here with Barbra Jean and Henry, okay?" Brock said standing up from the couch. "Yep, see you." Reba said quickly. They looked at each other one last time and Brock walked out the door.

"Okay, mom. What was that all about?" Cheyenne asked and plopped herself on the couch next to her mom.

"What's that supposed to mean, Cheyenne." Reba replied somewhat coldly. "Obviously something happened between you and dad because you were giving each other the "I still love you' looks," Cheyenne said with a slight smile.

"WHAT? That was not happening!"

"Uh huh... sure mom. Something happened between you two. But if you want to deny it then I guess so. See you tonight!" Cheyenne smirked and left Reba open-mouthed.

What the heck just happened back there? Reba stayed on the couch as she blanked out. There were so many mixed emotions filling her head as she thought about the almost kiss. Reba secretly wanted it to happen, she has been craving the kiss for the past seven years; but she knew it was wrong. He was still married, well soon to be divorced now.

Cheyenne is slightly right. I still love him I guess, but it's too late.

Or is it?