Reba wiped her eyes as the credits rolled. That movie had always made her cry.

Brock gently squeezed her hand beneath the blanket. "Okay, everyone, clear up your plates." He said, surprising Reba who cocked her head to the side and looked at him. He gave her a wink, then hopped up from the couch. "C'mon, sooner you get it done, sooner we can decide what we do next." Everyone sighed, but obeyed.

"I'm gonna put this one to bed." Reba stood, holding a sleeping Elizabeth in her arms.

"Don't forget her night light." Cheyenne smiled and tucked a hair behind Elizabeth's ear before watching her mother disappear upstairs.

After about half an hour of arguing over which game they were going to play, Kyra stood and threw her hands in the air. "I'm out. I've had enough."

"Oh, c'mon, honey, we can pick somethin'. Stay, please?" Reba looked up at the young girl, but she shook her head.

"Nah, I have a long day at school tomorrow anyway. I'm gonna head home and see Barbra Jean and Henry."

Reba nodded and it was then that she realized that the blonde hadn't come over. She had been so caught up in her family time that she had been completely oblivious to the fact that Barbra Jean hadn't even shown up. She hadn't even missed her never ending commentary on the film. Or her turning to look at Reba and say "That was so funny." Everytime Deborah Kerr made a quick quipp. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen her since this morning, which was odd for Barbra Jean. Surely Brock had mentioned it to her?

"Okay, honey, tell her I said "hi."

Kyra raised her eyebrow as she slipped her jacket on. "Okay?" She chuckled, half questioning the comment.

Reba shrugged and stood to hug her youngest daughter. She made a mental note to ask Brock about Barbra Jean, or the lack thereof, later, should the opportunity arise.

"Momma?" Elizabeth called.

Everyone turned around to see that she was standing groggily, rubbing her eye, blankie in hand at the top of the stairs.

"What is it, baby?" Cheyenne asked softly.

"I'm thirsty."

"We're comin', baby girl." Cheyenne turned to look at Van. "Come on."

"But, Cheyenne!" He pouted.

"Your daughter." She said and pointed towards Elizabeth.

"But, but, I haven't even finished this beer!" he exclaimed and pressed the bottle to his lips and started chugging.

"God, Van," Cheyenne reached up and grabbed the bottle, pulling it away from his lips as he drank.

"Cheyenne!" He flailed as beer spilled down his chin and onto his shirt.

Reba chuckled and collected the rest of the plates, as she watched her daughter drag Van up the stairs stomping and pouting.

"What about you, Jakey?" She asked.

As much as she wanted Brock and Jake to have time together, she knew he was the only thing standing between them being alone.

"Can I hang out with you guys for a bit?" He looked to his dad who checked his watch.

"I can stay another hour or so, bud, if it's okay with your mom." He looked up at her, puppy dog eyes.

She also checked her watch, by the time they were finished, it would be after 10, then she'd have to get Jake settled, so 11 at least. She calculated what time Brock would be able to come back in her head, then bit her lip. She couldn't deny him just because she wanted to be selfish.

"Sure, your dad can stay." She smiled and went off into the kitchen to tidy up.

Reba could her Brock and Jake laughing from the kitchen as she washed and dried the plates, she smiled knowing she had of course made the right and unselfish choice. Even if Brock didn't come back tonight, it was worth it to see Jake happy and at least she still got to see Brock even if she couldn't talk with him the way she wanted to.

"Okay guys, times up." Reba said as she walked back into the living room to a combined sigh.

"Come on, mom, just a little bit longer?"

"Sorry, buddy, it's already almost 10:30 and you have school in the morning."

Jake sighed and hugged his dad. "Will you take me to school?"

"Sure thing, buddy." He smiled. "I'll be here first thing." He ruffled Jakes hair.

Reba smiled and watched her son disappear upstairs and blew him a kiss when he looked back at his parents smiling.

"That went well." Brock turned to face Reba with a smile on his face.

"Very."

"So,"

Reba smiled and shook her head. "Off you go, long day tomorrow."

Brock glanced back at the stairs then to Reba, giving her his best pout. "Just a little longer?" he stepped closer to her and pulled her into his embrace.

"Brock," She said firmly, but her body melting against him told him all he needed to know.

"Mhm?" He grinned and put his face in her neck, kissing that sweet spot behind her ear and he listened to her sigh.

"Nothin'," She leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access, his hands made their way down to her backside, squeezing and she jumped. "Oh!"

Smirking, Brock backed them towards the stairs before he scooped her up and started carrying her upwards.

"What if someone's awake?" She grinned, her arms around his neck.

"Want me to put you down?" He chuckled and sood on the first landing.

"Maybe I should go first? Do you have other clothes?"

He nodded and she slipped out of his arms. "Go get em', I'll check on everyone."

Brock nodded and quickly made his way out the door, he briefly wondered if anyone would question his car being at the house overnight as he grabbed his gym bag, tossing it over his shoulder, he locked the door and headed back inside.

Reba made her way up the stairs and crept up to Jake's room and quietly opened the door. He was out like a light. She knew he would be. Backing up she closed the door and walked the little way to Cheyenne and Van's room, again quietly opening their door. She took a quick peek inside, all three of them out to the world around them. Reba smiled and closed the door again before making her way to her room.

She quickly washed her face, and stripped down, tossing her clothes in the hamper on her way to her closet just as she heard her door creek open and Brock walk in.

"I could get used to that." He grinned as he watched her naked frame disappear.

Reba chuckled to herself as she looked through her t-shirt draw, pulling out one of Brock's old shirts, she walked out as she pulled it over her head. When her head popped through she saw Brock was pouting, sitting on his side of the bed. It felt weird thinking that, but she smiled softly.

"Come here."

Reba made her way to him, climbing over his hips to straddle him. "Yes?"

"God, you're sexy." He his hands immediately making their way up her thighs. He smirked. "I thought you didn't have any of my shirts?"

Reba felt the blush creep up her cheeks and she shrugged. "I lied."

"Hmm." He squeezed her thighs and she gasped. "I might have to do something about that."

"Oh? What'll that be?"

Smirking, Brock let his hand move under her shirt, she gasped and let her head fall back. "Brock,"

Keeping his eyes locked on her, he flexed his wrist, watching every move and the reaction she had gave him the biggest thrill of all. Have the ability to bring this strong, stubborn woman to her knees was his drug.

"Brock, please." She sighed heavily. "I need to talk- oh!" Her hips pressed against his wrist harder. "Talk to you." She pulled her head up ever so slowly, her mouth slightly hanging open and she locked eyes with Brock.

"No talkin'."

She bit her lip, knowing if she let him have his way with her they wouldn't talk until the morning. Weighing her options, if they got into an argument they would wake the house and then a whole new line of questions would be fired their way and she wasn't ready to share what they had. Not until everything was final.

Rolling her head to the side she looked down at Brock who had pushed her shirt up with his free hand and started squeezing her side.

"No talkin'." She gasped when his calloused hand reached her breast and he palmed it carefully. "Oh, Brock." Biting her lip she leaned over him, flexing her hips against his hand.

"There's my girl." He grinned and quickly flipped them over, taking both her hands and pinning them above her head.

Brock leaned down and kissed her. Passionately, deeply, pressing his weight against her and into the bed. Holding her arms firmly, he ground his hips against hers, the friction of his jeans driving her mad.

Reba was in a haze, his lips and hands were everywhere, her body bending to his every will as if she had absolutely no control over it. When he kissed her, she sighed. Where he touched, she moaned. She was on fire and had no intention of putting out the flames. She wanted them to engulf her, to take her to a place where she could have him, be with him like this anytime she wanted.

Somewhere along the way Brock has disposed of his clothes, nothing stood between them except his need to drive her wild with anticipation. She barely remembered gasping out his name as her eyes rolled back in her head. Or had she whimpered how much she needed him? She couldn't remember, all her thoughts we clouded and combined with an unimaginable amount of pleasure.

She felt Brock press his tip against her and she had to bite her lip to keep quiet, he was hard. Really hard. He slowly eased into her, burying his face in her neck while she bit down on his shoulder. He filled her, her legs wrapped around his hips to draw him deeper, he peppered her shoulder with kisses and whispered sweet nothing in her ear before he started to move, slowly, tenderly their pace immediately falling into synchronizing thrusts and moans of pleasure.

Brock captured her lips with his, engulfing the moan the was passing through her. Every never ending in her body was alight, she couldn't remember the last time or anytime it had felt this good to be with Brock. It was never bad but this was spectacular. She was high.

He moved her leg over his hip, his hands everywhere. Touching, feeling, owning her. She succumbed, multiple times. Their eyes locked and he cupped her face as she came down, he pressed into her one last time allowing himself the same pleasure before he ran his thumb over her lip and pulled her up for a kiss.

Reba smiled sleepily as Brock laid down beside her, pulling her close into the curve of his body. She was tired, exhausted but she felt so good, so happy.

Brock could hear Reba's breathing steady, he knew she was close to sleep but he wanted her awake just a little longer. "Red," He whispered into her mess of hair, a content sigh was all he received in answer. "I love you."

Reba snuggled back against him, pulling his arms tight around her small frame, she laced their fingers. She hoped this would be enough of an answer to his confession. She felt Brock lips press into the back of her head. He slid his leg between hers and she relaxed, finally letting sleep take her, wrapped in Brock's strong embrace. There was no where she'd rather be.