"You okay?" He mumbled into her hair.
"No."
He held her tighter afraid she would shut down an push him away. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
Reba turned in his arms. "Go through what, Brock? Your wife almost having a panic attack because you never went home? Or that she might still love you? Or it could be her climbing up the side of my house at 2:30 in the morning!" Reba pushed him away so she could get to the bed. "Or my personal favorite, how great the sex was!" She huffed and plopped down onto her bed, head in her hands.
"Honey,"
"I can't do this." She began to pace the room. Brock rubbed his neck and watched her. "I can't, I won't. It's too much, too hard." He watched as she mumbled to herself, inaudible, incoherent words.
"Reba, it's gonna be okay."
"No, Brock. It's not!" She sighed turning away from him, she stood running her hand through her hair, rocking back and forth. "It's anything, but okay." She began pacing again, her breathing becoming seemingly unsteady.
"Reba, don't." No, she wasn't going to leave him, he wouldn't let her, he couldn't. He would fight. He would do anything.
She looked at him, tears threatening to fall from her beautiful blue eyes. "I can't. I can't." She sobbed.
"I promise it'll be okay."
"Don't say that. You have no way of knowing that." She snapped and regretted it as soon as she saw the look of sadness on his face.
"I know I love you."
Reba looked across the room at Brock, her eyes stinging. She couldn't face him and not cry, so she turned away and wiped her eyes, taking a deep unsteady breath.
"Don't you trust me?"
"That has nothin' to do with it!" She spun on her heel, throwing her hands in the air. "What will the kids say!? Cheyenne already told me that us bein' together again would be the worst thing for this family. Jake won't even understand what's goin' on, and, well, Kyra is just gonna be mad at me no matter what I do." She choked out flopping onto her bed again. "I can't win." She sniffed.
"Hey." Brock quickly moved to her side and kneeled in front of her, tipping her chin up to wipe her eyes. "Reba, please don't cry."
She sniffed but didn't move away from him, which Brock took as a good sign. "I can't hurt her, Brock. If she still loves you. I can't hurt the kids either."
"Reba, you heard her, she doesn't. She said so, she's just confused because she doesn't want to be alone. We've already signed the papers. It's over." He gently cupped her face. "The kids will be fine, we'll keep it to ourselves for the time being, till we figure it out."
"Are you just alone too?" She spoke barely above a whisper, her eyes piercing his.
"You're the love of my life, Reba, not some random girl."
Reba sniffled and wiped her nose. "I can't do what was done to me."
Brock moved to sit beside her, wrapping her up in his arms. "I can't lose you again, Reba. I was stupid once and I won't be again. I'll do whatever it takes this time."
"What if it doesn't work?"
"That's not an option."
Reba curled up into his lap and buried her face in his chest as she nodded, he shifted them back on the bed and pulled the covers over them, keeping Reba firmly in his lap he soothingly rubbed her back until she drifted off to sleep.
Brock slipped out from under her and covered her up, he walked out into the hall and picked up his discarded wedding ring before walking back into her room where he found her sitting up.
"You left."
"I just stepped out to get my ring, didn't want to leave it in the hall." She nodded and Brock stood by the door. "Can I?"
"Please."
He climbed into bed beside her, setting the ring on the bedside table. "I can go if you want."
"I want you to stay." She said snuggling up against his chest.
"In that case, I'm not goin' anywhere." He spoke softly and played with her hair, it wasn't long before he felt her breathing steady, her arm across his waist holding him close.
Reba awoke with a heavy arm draped over her waist and a warm body pressed against hers. Brock. She smiled and snuggled into his embrace, thankful he'd been able to talk her down from her almost panic attack last night, she was thankful he hadn't left.
"Mornin'," He mumbled into the mess of hair that faced him, pulling her a little bit closer. His hand caressing her stomach.
"Sure is." She grinned, giddy. She hadn't slept so well in years.
"Feelin' better?" He spoke against her shoulder, kissing it while his finger tips drew small circles.
"Yes." Sighing softly, she thought this would be a nice way to wake up every day.
Brock rolled her onto her back and kissed her softly.
Reba hooked her arm around his neck and sighed against his lips.
"Well, I'm glad to hear it." He smiled and held her close.
"I suppose we should get up." Her lips still inches from his.
"Not if you don't want to." He grinned, leaning over and pressing her deeper into the bed.
"Barbra Jean will be here any minute and I don't think it would be a great idea to have her walk in with you half naked in my bed."
"Uh huh." He let his lips move along her neck eliciting a moan from his lovers lips.
"Brock." She sighed and let her head fall back as he sucked her pulse point. "We gotta get up." He ignored her and let his hand slide down between her legs, her moan was enough to drive him wild. "Please." She was breathy and he loved it. He drove her wild and he loved that even more.
"Please what?" He tease as his fingers worked their magic.
She gasped and he felt her legs widen, even if they did need to get up, he was glad she was letting him take control for a moment.
"You've gotta quit that." She breathed and arched her back.
"I don't think you want that." His lips moved over her breast and down her side.
"No, no, no." She moaned. "Quit."
Brock chuckled and kissed her centre. "You sure?"
He heard her moan. "We have to get up."
Shaking his head he made his way back up her body. "You have too much self control." He said pulling his fingers back and sitting up.
She grinned and leaned her head to the side to look at him. "You almost had me that time." She winked and he shook his head.
"Next time." He grinned. "How's this, I'll go start breakfast and you get ready?"
She smiled, he really was being sweet. "As much as I'd like that, I don't think you should be here at all when Barbra Jean gets here. Go to the condo, shower, change, maybe get a spare pair of clothes." She looked up at him with an innocent smile.
"Point taken." He grinned and kissed her again before climbing out of her bed and making his way back to Kyra's room where he had left his clothes.
Reba smiled and watched him leave her room, how could one person make her so incredibly happy? She sighed and flopped back onto her pillow, grinning from ear to ear. He was hers again, just like it was supposed to be. Brock was finally home and she couldn't wipe the smile from her face even if her best friend was going through a divorce with him, she couldn't let that get to her.
Reba threw the covers back and made her way into the bathroom, taking in her appearance she hadn't looked so rested in a long time, the thought made her smile. The idea of having him back in her bed, their bed again was making her feel like she did when they first met.
After taking an extra long shower, Reba made her way into her closet, deciding what to wear usually wasn't a tough choice, but today it seemed to take her just that little bit longer, it could be the anticipation of Brock coming back to her house that made her want to make an extra effort. Knowing that someone was looking made all the difference.
Finally deciding on black skinny leg jeans and boots to match, she grabbed a long tan sweater to go with it. She knew Brock would be paying attention, but she didn't want to be too obvious in her need to impress him so she stayed casual. She laid the clothes out on her bed when she heard Barbra Jean shout her name.
She rolled her eyes. "I'll be down in a minute! Start the coffee!" She shouted, poking her head out her bedroom door.
She heard Barbra Jean shout something back, but she really didn't care to find out what it was. She quickly moisturized her legs and arms before getting dressed and shook her hair free from the towel, drying it a little more by hand before adding mouse and scrunching it into the ends. Satisfied she added a small amount of make-up tp her face before heading downstairs to greet Barbra Jean.