"Pizza's here!" Brock called as swung the front door open.

A group cheers came from his family, but he only had eyes for the redhead who had looked up from the tv. "Just in time." She smiled and stood up. "I'll grab plates, everyone wash your hands." She ordered and there was a combined sigh throughout the room and a chuckle from Brock as he followed Reba into the kitchen.

Brock set the pizza down and moved to Reba's side, wrapping an arm around her waist as she reached to grab plates. "Hey there sexy." He grinned.

"Brock, not with the kids here." She gently pushed him off her, but smiled so his feelings wouldn't be hurt.

"I can't help it."

"You have to help it." She breezed passed him and put plates beside the pizza, grabbing a handful of napkins too.

"Mom, are you letting us eat in the living room?" Jake poked his head around the corner.

"I sure am." She smiled.

"Yes!" He grinned and ran back into the other room to tell Van who high fived him.

"Thanks, Mrs. H." He called.

Reba shook her head with a chuckle before she turned back to Brock. "Hands to yourself. Until later." She winked and sashayed back into the living room.

Brock smirked, quickly grabbing two beers out the fridge before he followed her, the view of Reba interacting with their family warmed his heart. He watched her play with Elizabeth, the sweet little girl giggling and clapping her hands with Reba who was sporting the biggest smile.

"Hey, Daddy." Cheyenne came up and kissed him on the cheek, leaning her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

"Hey there, Sweetie."

"They're adorable, aren't they." She smiled and nodded towards Reba and Elizabeth.

"They sure are." He smiled.

"How are you and Barbra Jean? I heard mom was going to see your therapist yesterday. That can't have gone well."

Brock shrugged unsure of what to tell his eldest daughter. "Barbra Jean's good. Better than she's been in a long time, but this is a conversation for another time. Lets focus on the family night." He squeezed her shoulder before walking toward the couch, putting a beer in front of Van.

"Thanks, Mr. H."

Brock simply nodded and took a swig of his own. "Cheers"

Cheyenne cocked her head to the side, watching her husband and father, unsure of what to make of her conversation with him. If this was a family night then where were Barbra Jean and Henry? Surely they should be here for this too. Especially if Brock and Barbra Jean were working things out. She made a face before walking into the kitchen to get Elizabeth a juice, contemplating why her father had said Barbra Jean was good and not that they were good.

Everyone filed into the kitchen to collect slices of pizza. Just because Reba was going to let them eat it in the living room didn't mean she wanted four greasy boxes sitting on her favourite coffee table.

Reba poured herself a glass of wine and waited for the kids to get their fill before grabbing her own plate and making her way around the counter.

"How much longer?" Brock breathed into her ear and reached around her for a plate.

Reba sighed, melting against his chest. "We just got started, Brock." She whispered. "We have a whole night of family time ahead of us."

Brock glanced through the window separating the kitchen and living room, his children and Van were playing rock, paper, scissors. He assumed to decide who would pick the movie.

"That's too long." He slid his hand around her waist and under her shirt caressing her skin softly.

"Brock." She breathed. "Don't make this more difficult."

He leaned in and kissed her neck quickly, then stepped back and looked through the window again. No one any the wiser. Excepte Reba who felt the temperature in the room rise by several degrees.

"I'm sitting beside you." He said and she knew he wasn't asking.

Reba nodded and grabbed two slices of pizza, grabbing her wine with her free hand she walked back into the living room with Brock right behind her to the vision of Jake doing a victory dance, Reba chuckled and Brock simply shook his head.

Everyone finally settled into their respective seats to watch the movie, plates of pizza on their laps along with the never ending supply of napkins Reba had put on the coffee table.

Jake who had won rock, paper, scissors much to Van's disdain got to pick the movie. He had opted for An Affair to Remember. Reba chuckled when he selected it. The boy was hard enough to like without choices like this, but she loved him for it anyway.

Reba and Brock took a seat on the couch beside each other, glancing around to see if anyone would say something, Brock shrugged and tossed a blanket over them and Elizabeth who was in Reba's lap. Cheyenne next to her. Jake, Kyra, and Van were at their feet with pillows under their butts and blankets draped over their waists as Vic Damone's smooth voice filled the room and the chatter slowly ceased.

Our love affair is a wondrous thing

that we'll rejoice in remembering.

Our love was born with our first embrace

And a page was torn out of time and space.

Reba smiled at the screen humming along quietly, she had always loved this song and suddenly it had an entirely knew meaning. She snuck a peek at Brock out of the corner of her eye and noticed he too was grinning, taking a glance at the others around her, she took a chance and slipped her hand away from Elizabeth who was nuzzled against her chest, to squeeze his thigh. His hand soon joining hers and he gave her a sly wink before turning back to the TV, their fingers now laced and settled between their hips.

Our love affair, may it always be,

A flame to burn through eternity

So take my hand with a fervent prayer, That we may live and we may share

A love affair to remember.

Reba smiled throughout the movie. Watching Carey Grant and Deborah Kerr fall in love over the course of two hours filled her heart will hope.

She cried and smiled as they playfully bantered throughout the film. Brock's hand firmly holding hers, she felt comfort in the sweet gesture they were sharing even if their family couldn't know just yet