Authors Note: I'm sorry for not updating much, life has been crazy and I have been running into writers' block. I hope you like this chapter as I'll be wrapping up this story shortly.
Chapter 7
A month passed and the Hart Family were reunited for Reba's 50th birthday. Van decided to throw her a big "banquet" type party where he invited all of their co-workers and of course, family. Surprisingly Barbra Jean and Henry showed up too. She thought it was horrible if she "missed her best friends birthday party". Van also insisted, much to Reba's dismay, that everyone should dress formal. Cheyenne excitedly helped her mother pick out her dress, do her makeup, and hair. Reba wore a long, black dress that shimmered on the sides where the front scooped down just enough to see a little bit of her cleavage, and her shoulder-length hair was straightened (The look she wore to sing Silent Night with Kelly Clarkson). Cheyenne did a gray and black grayish shimmery eyeshadow to make her eyes pop and look "sexy". When Reba walked into the room, all heads turned to her. Especially one head in particular. Brock couldn't form a 'hello' to the stunning red-head, he was just struck by her beauty.
Things between them have been going smoothly. They decided to not rush into their relationship, but to take things slow one step at a time. Once the couple had their kid's consent and happiness, Reba was relieved and happy to continue on their relationship.
"Hey sweetheart, you look beautiful." Brock whispered as he kissed her on the cheek. Reba grinned her stunning smile and blushed. "Thank you, darling." She whispered back in his ear.
"What do you think, Mrs. H? Pretty shamncy, eh?" asked Van.
"Oh, Van. It's beautiful. I bet it cost you a lot of money to put this together though."
"Ah. Don't worry about that part. It's not even coming out of my paycheck anyways. Right, Mr. H?" Van laughed as he slapped his father-in-law on the back and walked off before Brock could fully process what he said.
Reba giggled when she saw Brock's confused face. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Pay it. For me?" she asked with her innocent, angelic voice. Brock's cheap heart instantly melted, and he smiled at her.
By the end of the party: Reba had danced, talked, and drank… a lot. Brock had to carry the tipsy redhead into their house from the car. Reba was so out of it, she even laughed Brock accidently ran her head into the door.
"Oops, sorry, honey." Brock cursed himself as he maneuvered into Reba's bedroom so he could put her to rest. "I don't understand why you drank so much alcohol.
"You know. If you were drinking, this would be a lot funnier." Reba slurred her words. Brock put her down on her feet and she swayed for a second before gaining her balance. The redhead went over to the bed and flopped herself down, face first. Brock laughed at his girlfriend. He went over to help take her shoes off so she could sleep easier. He really didn't want Reba to sleep in her gown, but he didn't want her to become suspicious when she woke up. They weren't there in the relationship yet.
Brock pulled off her high heels and neatly placed them next to her closet door. He covered Reba with the covers and kissed her forehead softly. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Call me if you need me."
Brock turned off the lights and was about to turn off the lights when a small voice stopped him. "Reba? You alright?" he asked concerned. He walked closer to the bed, re-thinking it could just be his imagination.
"Brock… can you stay?" asked Reba in a sleepy, but weak voice. Brock stopped in his tracks. "Not like that, just… hold me tonight?" Reba continued. She sat up and made direct eye contact with her ex-husband. Brock smiled gently while he took off his shoes and slowly climbed under the covers. He snuggled up to Reba and spooned her from behind and the two lovebirds slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night, smiles on their faces.