A/N: I am so sorry for the gaps. I've been really busy. I know the past two chapters are shorter than usual, but I am coming to a writer's block. I probably will be finishing up this story soon anyways :)
I also do not own Reba or any characters. This is just out of pure enjoyment.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6

The rest of the morning passed and Rebafinally signed the last paperwork with a frustrated, but relieved sigh. She popped her head into the family room where Elizabeth was watching tv.
"Hey sweetheart, are you hungry?" asked Reba as she sat down next to the young girl. Elizabeth grinned and nodded her head. "Okay, well why don't we go and see if there is something to eat."

Reba walked into the kitchen with Elizabeth on her heels as the back door opened, revealing Brock. "Grandpa!" Elizabeth shouted as she ran into the old man's arms. "There's my favorite grandchild, don't tell Emerson." Brock replied as he picked Elizabeth up. She may be getting big, but Brock still can pick her up for an amount of time.

Reba rolled her eyes. "We don't play favorites, Brock." she scolded. Brock put Elizabeth down and wrapped his arm around the red-head's waist. "Of course, honey." he said as he kissed the top of her head. "But you're definitely my favorite." Brock whispered to Elizabeth when his red –head was out of earshot.

"What have you two been up to?" asked Brock as he was hanging up his car keys on the hook. "Well, I just finished up my paperwork and Elizabeth and I are starting to get hungry. What time is it anyways?" answered Reba.

"It's almost one, do you two want to go out and grab a bite to eat?"

Reba poked her out of the fridge and sighed. "I guess so, there is nothing to eat here. That's the sign that I need to go grocery store."

Brock felt bad for Reba. Lately, she's swamped with her work, taking care of her family, and babysitting. He wonders when the last time she has had a vacation. A smile crept on his face. Her birthday is coming up around the corner...

"Grandpa?" asked an innocent voice, pulling Brock out of his thoughts. Brock shook his head and smiled. "Alright, why don't you two get ready and we can go."

Reba came over to her... boyfriend? She didn't know what to think of him as. She wanted to talk to him about it, for sure. The reunited kiss was everything she imagined... and hoped for. She wanted to give Brock a second chance, but she was scared about the future. Could Reba trust Brock again, will he leave her again for some younger woman? All of the doubts swirled in her mind, and the red-head pursed her lips.

Brock looked at Reba. He could tell she was thinking hard, and he had an idea of what it was. He placed a hand behind her back and rubbed little circles. "Does that sound like a good plan, honey?"

Reba melted into his touch, his words. She knew, everything was going to be alright. Brock was a changed man. He was a good man. She'd give him another chance, every doubt that was in her mind was thrown out the window.

"Yeah, a great plan." the red-head said with a smile. She gently kissed Brocks' cheek and took Elizabeth's hand. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's go get ready for Grandpa to spoil us rotten."

Brock laughed at the comment and grinned from ear to ear.

I'd do anything for her to have her in my arms again. I love her.