Three days had passed and just as he said, Brock was there at her house everyday taking Jake to school and dropping him off after. He was being the attentive, caring, loving husband she had always wanted. Except he wasn't her husband and she still hadn't decided what she was going to do.

"I'll see ya later buddy." Brock gave Jake a high five and hug before he watched Jake run up the stairs to his room.

"Bye dad! See ya tomorrow."

"First thing, Jake! Be ready." he called before turning to his eldest.

"Bye daddy, love you." Cheyenne smiled and hugged him.

"Bye sweetie, tell Van I said hey when he wakes up."

"I will."

"Don't run him round too much either." he gave her a look and she smiled.

"I won't, promise."

"Good girl."

Reba stood in between the living room and kitchen watching him say goodbye to two of their three children, they hadn't spoken he'd just been at the house letting her know that he wasn't going anywhere. He was giving her the space she needed while letting her know he was there when she wanted to talk and she appreciated that more than she'd ever tell him.

He smiled and kissed the side of Cheyenne's head, chancing a glance at Reba before he left her house once again.

Reba made her way back into the kitchen to make dinner, she quickly busied herself with the task, of peeling carrots before noting the overflowing garbage bin, rolling her eyes at the fact Jake still hadn't taken out the trash. Sighing she grabbed the bags and headed out the back door.

"Thought you'd never notice." Brock said, as he leaned against Reba's car.

"Oh! Brock! You scared the crap outta me!" She said holding her chest to calm herself.

He shrugged and shifted his feet.

"Notice what?" She said once she'd calmed her breathing.

"The trash."

Ah ha, The culprit behind Jake not doing his chores. Of course. "So you're to blame for this?" She said holding up the bag.

He shrugged again. "Yeah,"

"What are you doing lurking by the side of my house?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Brock,"

"I haven't spoken to you in three days, Reba."

"I know."

"I can't keep doing this."

"Brock," She bit her lip, she had to admit she'd missed him, even though she'd seen him every day since he left his key to her room on her vanity.

"Give me something, please." He stepped towards her, taking the rubbish from her and tossing it beside the bin. "Please." His eyes were bright and blue, they pierced her own and she felt her breath catch.

"I- Look, Brock,"

He stepped back, letting his hand fall to is sides. Was she actually doing this? Was she really ending it? "Reba, don't do this, whatever you're thinking, don't."

She bit her lip and looked up at him.

"I can be better, please." He ran his hand through his hair and she stood there watching him.

Reba looked down at her feet, shifting slightly, this was not where she wanted to have this conversation.

"Reba, Please." he begged but she remained silent. "Don't leave me." he choked up. "Don't,"

"Brock, I'm not ending it." she whispered, finally looking up at him.

"You're not?"

"No, of course I'm not."

He physically relaxed and leaned back against her car.

"I- Uh, wanted to give this back to you." She shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out the little gold key, holding it out for him.

"What?"

"Turns out I miss it when you don't break into my room." she said dropping the key into his open hand.

"Yeah?" He grinned and tucked it back in his pocket.

"Don't look at me like that,"

"Like what?" He smiled and leaned forward to take her hand and pull her to him.

"Just, like that." She said leaning against his chest.

He shrugged, smiling. "I like that you missed me." he wrapped his arms around her and grinned even bigger. "I missed you."

Blushing, Reba smiled and leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You should probably go."

Brock squeezed her hip gently, smiling down at her. "Can I take you on a date?"

"Right now?"

"Well, I mean, we could?" He pulled her closer, resting his hands on her lower back.

"How 'bout we rain-check for tomorrow and you can take me to that new hibachi restaurant?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"You give me a kiss right now."

Reba placed her hand on his chest and looked up at him, smiling sweetly. "I dunno about that."

"One little kiss won't hurt." he pouted.

Reba bit her lip and looked around to make sure no one was outside, she pressed herself up against Brock, who's hand slipped just a little lower on her waist, as she leaned up against him. Sliding her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips against his, slowly allowing him to deepen it as her hands found his face and held him close.

He kissed her tenderly, holding her tight so she wouldn't disappear. As he pulled back he rested his forehead against yours. "Tomorrow night, date night." He whispered.

"Date night." She smiled

"I'll pick you up at six."

"Don't be late."

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby."

Brock kissed her again then let her go, she grabbed the trash and threw it in the bin as she watched him disappear down her drive to wherever he'd left his car.

Biting her lip Reba went back inside, all thoughts of making dinner were gone. She had a date with her ex husband. A proper, we're going steady date. Sure she knew it was inevitable, she loved him after all this time but she never thought it would happen so quickly. Brock was right she was scared, she was absolutely terrified of what was going to happen next.

"Mom?" Cheyenne said as she walked into the kitchen, her daughter on her hip. "Mom?" She said a little louder

"Huh?" Reba shook her head and looked over at them. "Sorry, day dreaming."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, honey, I'm fine. Think I might just order in tonight."

"Two nights in a row?" Cheyenne questioned, it wasn't like her mother to pass off cooking for the family more than once a week. Even if she was exhausted.

"Yeah, it's late and I just want it done."

"Okay, Chinese?"

"How about KFC?"

"Uh, sure ma' whatever you like."

Reba nodded and headed out the back door, grabbing her purse and coat as she went. "Text me with what y'all want." She mumbled and closed the door behind her.

Reba pulled out of her driveway and headed straight for Brock's condo, she didn't know what she was going to do when she got there, she also knew she didn't have a whole lot of time before the kids noticed she wasn't back with dinner, but she was focused, she needed to see him again, just for a moment, just for a kiss. A kiss that could easily lead to more but that wasn't the point. She needed him to know that she was willing to give it everything she had, even if she wasn't completely ready for what was about to happen to their family and even if they didn't accept it.

Reba kept her eyes firmly on the road, she drove straight passed the KFC she was supposed to be stopping at and pressed her foot on the gas, she gripped the steering wheel in her hands as she turned down Brock's street, butterflies or more like elephants trampled around in her stomach. She felt sick. She felt nervous. She felt happy. For the first time in years she had back what she thought her and Brock had lost.

Reba pulled into his driveway and flicked off her headlights, licking her lips she quickly hopped out of her car and all but ran towards his condo, knocking twice on the large oak door before stepping back and chewing on her bottom lip. A habit she had created even since she and Brock had started this little love tryst. The door swung open, Reba stood there smiling like and idiot until she saw who was standing in front of her.

Her mouth went dry as her eyes traveled up the length of the young woman, she could barely make out the word. "Lana,"