Chapter 5

The Red-Head woke up to a smell that made her stomach grumbled. She stretched and headed down the stairs, forgetting she was wearing her pajamas and her fiery red hair were in two pigtails. Reba found her ex-husband cooking who knows what over the stove, his deep voice humming a familiar song.

Our wedding song.

Without thinking, Reba walked up from behind and put her arms around his stomach.

Brock jumped at the contact, but he smiled when he realized who it was. He turned around and enveloped Reba into a hug.

"Good morning, darling. How did you sleep?" He asked while giving a kiss on top of Reba's head. Reba smiled at the kiss and burrowed her head into the crook of his neck.

"It was good, thank you for asking."

Brock ran his hands up and down her back while they slowly swayed. "What are you making?" Reba asked.

Brock almost forgot about breakfast on the stove because he quickly let go of Reba and went back to the food. "I'm making bacon and French toast."

Reba smiled. She remembered the good old days when Brock would make breakfast for her every morning before Kyra was born.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted too." Brock said as he put down a plate in front of her. "Enjoy."

"Thank you, Brock."

They both ate and enjoyed the silence that overtook the house. After they finished eating, Brock took both plates and washed them.

"So, what is your plan for today?" He asked wiping his hands on a dish towel.

Reba gulped down the last of her milk. "I have some at-home paperwork to finish up for work then hopefully relax the rest of the day. What about you?"

"I have to go into the office today for a few hours, but I should be back after lunch. I plan on making dinner tonight so I'm going to the store. Is there anything you want me to get for you?"

"No, I think I'm good, thanks Brock." Reba replied. Brock came over to the red-head and hugged her. "What is this for?" she asked and responded to the hug. "Just for being amazing."

The two exes shared their kiss of the morning full of passion and love. Reba's heart felt like they were going to beat out of her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It's been awhile since she's felt like this, like a teenage, all over again. They parted when they heard the front door open and close, followed by two bickering voices.

"Cheyenne. I was just trying to be funny." Van whined as he trailed behind his angry wife. "Well, guess what. It wasn't funny." Cheyenne scoffed as she came into the kitchen. Reba and Brock had entangled themselves from each other and innocently looked at their children arguing... as usual.

"Hey mom, why is your face so red?" asked Cheyenne with her eyebrows raised. Reba looked at Brock with a smirk, but quickly hid it before her snooping daughter could catch her. "It's just warm in the house." was her quirky answer.

Brock laughed on the inside. He was happy that he still had that effect on the stubborn Red-Head.

"Uh huh..." Cheyenne said, still not believing her mother.

"Anyways. I'm going to get ready, then I have to head down to the office now. I'll see you all later." Brock said heading out of the kitchen.

"Mom, can you watch Elizabeth for the afternoon? Van and I have some errands to run." Cheyenne asked as she sat on the stool across from Reba was sitting.

"Well I guess so. I had some paperwork to fill out, but she can play in the playroom until I finish." Reba answered.

Cheyenne squealed and stood up. "Thanks Mom! We owe you big time." The peppy blonde hugged her mom and walked into the living room. "VAN, LETS GO!"

Reba cringed at the loud voice and rolled her eyes.

Leave it to me to be the babysitter of the house.