I don't own Reba or any of the character in this story right now. They belong to the writers of the REBA TV show.
Note to readers: I want you to know that I am a Reba/Brock fan. This story is establishing the history of the couple. He was lucky to get her to marry him in the first place. He'll realize that a little bit more later on when he realizes that Reba may fall for Mike again in the present. For the purposes of the story, the current setting for the story is fall 2008 when the family is watching the video that Lori Ann made for Mike and Reba. Remember at the beginning of the story, Reba wakes up in Vegas after a night that she can't quite remember and the story reveals how she got there. The first thing is establishing the relationships and history. This will bring the skeletons out of the closet for both Brock and Reba, and then you get to see how they deal with it. The story will go forward from the back-story into establishing how Reba got to Vegas and who's with her. Brock needs to have a challenge to face. He's put her through so much in the last six years. Trying to get back together with her won't be easy for him. She deserves a love affair better than she's had so far.
Previously- Lori Ann and Reba were laughing all the way up the stairs to the apartment.
"Tell me again why we're having our party here."
"Because Mike said that we could. It'll be fun. I promise. We've got male strippers"
Reba sat down in the chair marked "Bride". She groaned. Lori Ann put a blindfold on Reba. The song, "Relax" began to play. Reba heard her friends whistling loudly. She felt someone rub up against her. The male stripper was grinding against her. Reba's friends were cheering and shouting. When he came up against her again, she took her hands and ran them up and down his muscular chest and abs. He took her hand and began to kiss her fingers, running his tongue over them slightly. Reba quivered. A jolt of electricity ran through her. "Wow, you're very talented," Reba told him. She joined in the cheering of her friends. He continued to repeat his actions as he continued to leave her trembling from his touch.
A short time later, he whispered in her ear. "Just trying to return the favor, darlin'. This is your freebie night, isn't it?"
Now on with our story-
Reba took off her blindfold. Mike Holliway was standing in front of her, dancing and removing an article of clothing. Lori Ann was sitting in another chair with Terry Holliway, gyrating in front of her. She laughed.
"There is no way that I was going to let you participate in this party with professional male strippers. This was the safest option." Mike explained.
"Oh, yeah. Who says? You're not the boss of me and I'm definitely not safe if I'm with you." Reba responded.
"At least it is there isn't anything on me that you haven't seen before. I think that I should have a say in whether or not you see naked men tonight."
"Really? What gives you the right? Brock doesn't have a problem with it."
"I'm the ex-husband so I think that gives me some rights and this is my apartment."
"You don't live here anymore. This is our apartment. You left it to me when you walked out. We paid good money for this party and we girls want our money's worth."
"Okay, you're the boss. You want a show, a really public one. I'll give you the same show that you gave me after we got married."
Reba and Mike were standing inches apart now. Reba's eyes were blazing.
"Go ahead. The only one who should care is Brock and he doesn't care about what I'm doing tonight; besides I don't care about you like that anymore."
"Is that so? Care to test that theory?"
Mike moved in closer and captured her lips swiftly. The kiss went on, lingering. It was deep and passionate.
"Nope. I didn't feel anything. You've lost your touch, baby. You want a kiss that will blow someone away. Try this."
Reba moved in to initiate another kiss forcefully. It was fierce and full of intense aching want. She made it last longer than the last kiss. She pulled away and Mike stood there, speechless.
"That is how to really kiss someone. You won't be getting another one like that from me ever again. I don't kiss married men unless they're married to me."
"Okay, you win. You want a show? You got it."
She sat back down. He started removing his shirt slowly, button by button. Reba's heart started pounding in her chest. Reba went over to talk to Lori Ann in hushed whispered. Reba walked back over to Mike. Lori Ann stood up in front of Terry. The song on the stereo changed to "In the Air Tonight".
"This is how it's going to go. Your clothes are coming off. Our clothes will stay on. The deal is that we are going to slowly undress you ourselves. The rule is that we call the shots and you don't get to touch us."
"Whatever turns you on, babe."
Reba began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly slipping it off. She ran her fingers up and down his chest. Lori Ann was mimicking Reba's moves as she undressed Terry. Reba turned her back to Mike and slid her body up and down on Mike. She turned him around and ran her hands up and down his back. She danced around him. She began unfastening his belt, then unzipping his pants. The belt was removed. The pants were pulled down. Shoes were kicked off. The pants came off. Mike held Reba close as they continued to move to the beat. He dipped her. She slowly lifted herself up to Mike. Mike rubbed up against her. She grabbed a dollar stuck it into his briefs.
"You're gonna have to give me a kiss if you want to reach in there again." He put his hands on either side of her face and brought her in for a kiss. It was gentle this time and less fierce. Reba lost track of how long that kiss was. He gently pulled away first. Reba's eyes were closed. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Let's keep the party going. Please excuse me for a minute. I need some air," Reba said. She grabbed a glass of wine. Lori Ann followed her out to the balcony. The friend with the video camera followed.
"I need a cigarette. Lord help me," Reba declared.
Lori Ann handed her a cigarette out of the pack in her pocket. Reba started shaking.
"Reba, you're doing great! I think that you've got him convinced that the only thing left over between you is a physical attraction," Lori Ann declared.
"I can't keep this up. I've never been so turned on in my life. I want him so bad. I haven't felt this way since Vegas. Brock is sweet, but Mike is so fierce. It's fast and furious over and over again for hours, and that's only going to third base," Reba responded.
"Wow! Hey, do you mind if I stay here tonight? Terry deserves a reward for his hard work," Lori Ann asked.
"At least someone is getting physical tonight. You two can stay in the spare room. It stinks to be pregnant, hormonal, and all turned on," Reba retorted.
"You could go downstairs and grab Brock for a quickie," Lori Ann suggested.
"I think that I'd scare him if I grabbed him, threw him up against the wall, and did it with him right up against the wall in the bathroom. Brock is not that way. He's never seen that side of me before," Reba responded.
"What about Vegas?" Lori Ann questioned.
"What about Vegas? I was the same way in Vegas that I've always been with Mike; fierce, intense, and passionate. I was also very drunk. It was a one night stand for goodness sakes. My inhibitions were lowered so I was wilder than usual. Mike is so sexy, you know. I'm having trouble handling it tonight. The problem is that Mike is very good in bed. He drives me up the wall. My virginity was merely a technicality. We also stopped short of a home run every time so we'd have a special wedding night. He looks so good. If I weren't pregnant, I'd be doing tequila body shots right off of him," Reba explained.
The conversation was interrupted by Mike. "You're pregnant?" he asked.
"Yeah, we planned to tell people after the wedding," she replied.
"I heard you. You think I'm sexy. I drive you wild. You look good too, honey," Mike said as he came out onto the balcony, wearing his pants and shirt again.
Reba blushed. "You weren't supposed to hear that. Go back inside the party. You're getting paid to shake your rear for my friends out there."
"Put the cigarette and the wine down. We'll talk about who's the boss of who later. I just want to dance with you. Come on, Sal. One dance is not going to hurt anyone."
Reba took Mike's hand as he led her back inside. "Total Eclipse of the Heart" was playing on the stereo. Mike took Reba into his embrace while the song played. Reba started crying.
"I love you and only you. I left Kim. I want to be with you. Will you be my ex-ex-wife?"
"I'm pregnant with Brock's baby. That changes everything."
"It doesn't have to. I loved John from the moment that he was born. I will love Cheyenne, too."
"How did you know that I would name this baby Cheyenne?"
"Because I know you, Sal. You always talked about naming a daughter after your grandmother. That was the name that we planned for our little girl."
"If you think that you can just waltz in here and sweet talk me, you've got another thing coming."
"I'm not trying to sweet talk you. I need you to listen to me. We waited four years from our first kiss to finally get married and have sex. Brock is the one doing the sweet talking. It only been six months since the baby died and six months since you walked out on me last time. I know that you were in pain, but so was I. I went to the hospital to be with the woman I love and our child, only to go home empty and alone. Brock was your shoulder to cry on. He always is. What happened to us being everything for each other? You told Brock that marriage was for love only. You love me. You didn't even love Brock six months ago. Honey, let's face it. You rushed into things with Brock too fast."
Mike looked into her eyes and leaned in to kiss her.
"I don't know if I can do this. This is wrong on so many levels. You need to leave. Lori Ann and I are staying the night here. I'm exhausted and I've got to get some sleep."
"That's too bad that I'm staying here tonight, too."
"I'm sleeping in my room. Lori Ann and Terry have the other room. I guess you are going to sleep on the couch."
"I'm not getting kicked out of my own room and my own bed."
"No, that's my bed. It's been my bed since I got the apartment from you."
"I paid for that bed. I'm sleeping on it."
Reba slapped him upside the head. "You, moron! You're not supposed to force a pregnant woman to sleep on the couch while you sleep comfortably in her bed."
"Nobody is sleeping on the couch, Sal."
"Oh yeah, there's only one bed available. I'm pregnant and getting married tomorrow. We can't share the bed."
"Shut up, Sal. Stop overanalyzing everything. Try focusing on what's right in front of you right now. I love you and I'm going to spend all night convincing you to follow your heart."
He seized her mouth in a fiery kiss. He backed her up against the wall near the bedroom.
Reba took a breath. "What in the heck do you think you're doing?"
"Driving you up the wall. Isn't that what you said that you wanted? You said that you wanted fierce, intense, and passionate lovemaking right up against the wall."
"I didn't mean like this. Are you crazy? Your brother and all of my friends are here."
"Nobody is going to care. There's enough booze, food, and music to keep them partying all night if they wanted to. Let's go into the bedroom." Mike scooped Reba up over his shoulder.
"Lori Ann, aren't you supposed to rescue me from making a total fool of myself?" Reba called out.
"Alright, Mike. Enough is enough. You've had your fun. Put her down," Lori Ann shouted.
As they approached the room, the girls stopped complaining when they saw the room. It was filled with red roses. There were red rose petals on the bed.
"Hey, Lori Ann. If you like this, then you'll love what you see in the other room," Terry remarked.
Lori Ann ran to look into the other bedroom. It was decorated in roses just like Reba's room. She ran back up to Terry and jumped into his arms.
"I do believe that you are boyfriend material. Sorry, Reba. I can't help you here. The boy has earned some lovin' tonight," Lori Ann responded. "Come on, Terry. Let's go fool around. See you later, guys."
Terry carried Lori Ann into the other bedroom and shut the door. Mike picked Reba back up and carried her into the bedroom without much fuss from anyone.
The bedroom door opened again in the morning. Mike turned the video camera on and puts it on the tripod in the bedroom. Mike whistled as he heads to the kitchen, and then he returned to the bedroom with a breakfast tray. He wakes Reba up with a kiss and sets the tray in front of her.
"Good morning, love of my life."
"Good morning. Thanks for breakfast. You didn't have to go to all this trouble."
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I wanted to make sure that you and the baby got a nice breakfast."
Reba smiled. "This is really sweet, but I have to get ready for a wedding in six hours." She looked the clock in astonishment.
"We've been up talking most of the night. You spent all of last night in my arms. Are you still going through with the wedding? You can't marry him if you still love me. You said that you still love me," Mike pleaded.
"I'm trying to be fair here. I want to make sure that I make the right decision. It's not just about me anymore. I have to make decisions as somebody's mother. I have to think about what's best for Cheyenne. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, but I want you to know that I'm prepared to be a good father, darlin'. I promise."
"You don't get it, do you? Brock knows that I am having his child. He has rights. He has the right to be Cheyenne's father and she has the right to know her father. Even if we get together to raise her, I still have to set up some type of visitation rights for Brock. Whatever I decide affects Brock, too. I know that you will be a great stepfather to Cheyenne and that you will love her like your own, but Brock is going to be a part of this, too."
"Fair enough. I wanted my rights when Kim announced that she was pregnant, too."
Reba's face turned red with anger. "I never want to hear that name again. I mean it. She is nothing to us. She is not even the mother of your child anymore. You can't ever mention that name to me ever again after your divorce is final. We are going to pretend that this whole mess never happened if we decide to be together."
Lori Ann came into the room. "Hi, you guys. Reba, do you know that there is a wedding happening in six hours?"
"We were just talking about that. I'm calling Brock to meet me here so I can talk to him."
Reba picked up the telephone on the nightstand next to the bed. "Hello, Brock. It's me, Reba. I need to talk to you right away. I'm at the apartment. I spent the night here. I know that the wedding is in a few hours, but I have to talk to you now in person. It's really important and it can't wait." She hung up the phone. She started crying. "This is horrible. No matter what I decide I am hurting someone that I love. Brock is so gentle and kind. I can't stand the thought of breaking his heart."
"Are we talking about the same Brock Hart here? He doesn't get heartbroken. He does the heartbreaking. I've seen him crush the hearts of so many girls without any consideration or concern. You have to know that if you choose him, you will eventually get heartbroken. He doesn't understand the meaning of the word, faithful. He is a fun, but selfish guy. He's always had money and doesn't understand what it is like not to have what you want. He's a great guy, but I've never seen him get emotionally invested in a woman enough for a lifetime commitment. He can say that he is, but he will be the same man that you shouted at in Vegas. I walked into the room as you were putting him in his place. You said that you pitied the woman who gets stuck in a lifetime sentence with him. You said that he was a womanizing scoundrel. You said that his poor wife is going to be sitting at home while he is at the office screwing around with the receptionist or the dental hygienist. That poor wife could be you. You're placing a lot of trust in someone that you hardly know, honey." Mike moved to hug Reba.
Reba held her hand up to stop him. "I have to get dressed. I do have a few items here in the closet. I am not going to have Brock see me in my nightgown, especially if he sees you here. He'll get the wrong idea," Reba remarked.
"I think that he's going to get the right idea. You spent the night in bed with Mike," Lori Ann responded.
"Nothing happened last night. We just talked and slept," Reba explained.
"You spent the night in the same bed with your ex. Do you honestly think that Brock is going to be okay with that?" Lori Ann asked.
"That's why Brock is never going to know about this. It isn't cheating if you haven't had sex. We didn't have sex, no matter how Mike made it appear last night. We got in here and I ended up getting sick soon after we got in here. The baby makes her presence well known at the worst times. Mike ended up taking care of me all night. He just held me and we talked. We only slept in the same bed. At least our room was quiet. We heard all about your night through the walls. Terry is the only man in this apartment who got lucky last night," Reba explained.
Reba went into the bathroom to get dressed. There was a knock on the front door entrance outside. Reba moved Lori Ann and Mike into the other bedroom, and then she answered the door.
"Hi, honey. Are you okay? You didn't sound so good on the phone. Is everything okay? Is the baby okay?" Brock asked.
"I'm okay now. I had some morning sickness last night. I don't know why they call it morning sickness. I'm sick all the time. I just needed to see you." Reba responded nervously.
Brock put his arms around Reba and kissed her. "You don't seem okay, Reba. What's going on?"
"I did a lot of thinking last night after the party. I need to ask you some serious questions. Please answer them honestly. Don't worry about upsetting me. I just need honesty."
"Reba, honey, I'll tell you anything that you want to know. Is this about my bachelor party last night?"
"No. Why do you want to marry me?"
" 'Cause I love you, honey."
"Are you trying to marry me because I'm pregnant?"
"No. The baby is just a wonderful surprise. It's a bonus for us to get to have a child right now."
"I know how old-fashioned you are. You do not have to marry me because I'm pregnant. If that's the case, then we can work on some other way to raise this baby together. I promise you that I'm okay if you don't want to marry me today. I don't want us to get married because we feel like we have to. We haven't known each other long enough to make this type of lifetime commitment, just because of a pregnancy."
"Reba, we've known each other since you were 16. I bet you don't even remember the first time we met."
"We met because of Mike. We never even got along until six months ago. That isn't a strong foundation. We are going to be parents. We have to think about what is best for the baby. She deserves to be raised in a warm, loving environment with two parents who really love each other."
"But I do really love you, honey. I think that I've loved you since the first time that I kissed you. I promise you that we're going to give this baby everything that he or she deserves, including two extremely loving parents. I got this in the mail yesterday. I was going to talk to you about this later. I got accepted to the University of Texas Dental Branch in Houston. We can live in university housing there with a child care center nearby. We've got a nice chance to get a fresh start away from here and any bad memories. I promise you that we're going to be okay. We're going to be a family. I want to marry you and move us to Houston if it's okay with you."
"Wow. That's some big news all at once. Are you going?"
"That's what we have to talk about together. We're a family. I want to make this decision together. Sure, I'd like to go back home to Texas and it's a great dental school. That's not what's important to me. I only want to go if you want to go. I know that we'll be on our own, but we'll come back here and visit as much as we can. It'll be scary for you to move away from home, but I know that we can do it as long as we have each other."
Brock looked into Reba's eyes. Reba ran her fingers through his dark golden hair and looked into his deep blue eyes. Brock closed the distance between them and pulled her to him for a kiss. The kiss was brief and gentle, the way that he had always treated her.
"Let's get married, okay?" Brock questioned.
Lori Ann, Mike, and Terry came in from the other bedroom.
"Come on, Sal. Tell him that you still love me," Mike urged.
Reba walked over to him. "Brock and Cheyenne are my family now. I have to think about what is best for them. I'm sorry, but I love him. I really do. You know how I feel about you, but that isn't important right now. I just can't walk away from my one chance to give my daughter a real family with both of her parents."
Mike spoke softly to Reba."So I guess that you kinda love him, but I know that you love me, too. If for some reason it doesn't work out for you, I'll always been here for you. We've always been there for each other. I'll be here for you if you need me. Do me a favor, Sal. Live longer than Brock because I still want to marry you and grow old with you," Mike acknowledged.
Reba got tears in her eyes. "That is the sweetest thing that you've ever said to me. Thank you, Jack. I really appreciate that you can still say something like that, even when I'm in the process of walking out here. Do me a favor and go home. Give things with Kim another shot. You picked her to be the mother of your children when you married her so give her a chance to give you some children."
"Wait a second. This isn't right. It's wrong for Brock to get away with all of the stuff that he has pulled and still get to walk away with you. Reba, someday you're going to find out all of the things that he has done and you won't like what you see. Brock, you've hurt my brother for the last time. Reba belongs with Mike and you know it. You're a dead man!" Terry shouted. Terry moved to punch Brock in the face. Brock grabbed Reba's hand and the two ran off out the door.
The scene was black. Lori Ann's voice came on to narrate.
Lori Ann's Narration-
The next time that Mike saw Reba again was seventeen years later when she walked back into his bar. She was counting on his promise that he's always be there for her. Her marriage to Brock had crumbled. Reba needed to lean on someone to help her through her heartbreak so she went back home to Oklahoma and walked right back into Mike's life.
The next scene began as Reba walked right into the Holliway bar. Mike was working behind the bar serving drinks. "How's my favorite ex-husband?" Reba greeted.
"So you've got more than one ex-husband?" Mike questioned.
"I do now. It's over. First, he had a midlife crisis, and then he started cheating on me with his dental hygienist. When he first moved out, I thought that the separation would be temporary. I caught him kissing the other woman in his office. I can't believe that I was such a fool. I actually thought that the moron loved me."
"I've got more than one ex-wife now. I care about Kim as the mother of my children, but that's it. I never loved her like a husband should love a wife. I'm so sorry, honey. It will get better. I promise. It's been two years since my divorce and I'm getting over it. What are you and Lori Ann up to tonight?"
"I came back home to forget about my problems for awhile. Lori Ann wanted to capture this on video. I'm supposed to let my hair down and just have fun. I took the kids and left Texas. I didn't even talk to Brock about it. Why should I? I'm really mad, hurt, and rejected. I just wanted to feel the way that I used to feel."
"Do you want a drink? What'll it be, Tahitian Sunset or Passion Margarita?"
"Is that a loaded question? How do you know about that?"
"Babe, there are a lot of things that I know about from Vegas."
"How about a shot of whiskey?"
"Coming right up, darlin'. I like your hair. When did you cut it?"
"Just before I left Houston. I just walked out of his office, got my hair cut, called Lori Ann, packed up with the kids, and headed here. The kids don't know anything. They think that this is a visit with their grandparents."
"And you decided to show up here right away?"
"Yeah. You told me that you'd always be a shoulder to cry on."
"Honey, Brock is a fool. He'd have to be crazy to leave you."
"He married the repressed version of me. I've spent all these years living like a Stepford wife, Perfect house, perfect kids, and all that. I even joined the Junior League."
"Good lord, darlin'. How did you do it?"
"I would've turned myself inside out to make the marriage work, but eventually we grew apart. We started fighting and that was that. The kids hate it. I hate the kids are hurting, but what can I do?"
"Just do the best you can. That's all any parent can do. So do you want to forget about all that stuff now and just have fun?"
Reba drank the shot of whiskey down fast. "Absolutely. How about a Tahitian Sunset, and then maybe later we can have Passion Margaritas together?"
"There's my Sally. I knew that sooner or later we'd have that conversation. So how long has it been?"
"A little over a year. It sounds bad, I know. I just didn't know what to do. He didn't come home and then when he did come home, we'd just fight or go to bed angry."
"What happened to living by the marriage guide with the rules to follow? What happened to that girl? What happened to the wife who made me follow the rules?"
"I threw them out when I married Brock. I just wanted to make him happy. He got the version of Reba that he wanted. I work to support the family while Brock went to dental school. I helped him set up a successful dental practice. I tried to make a nice home. I gave him three beautiful children. I thought that would be enough."
"I just can't believe that you threw out the guide. I was willing to spend fifty years or so working on building a marriage based on that guide."
"I was young and stupid. When the baby died, I just lost it. You saw what I was like. I wasn't me. I don't think that I snapped out of it until today."
"How about singing with the band tonight?"
"You still have a band playing here?"
"On the weekends. It's lots of fun. You know how much we loved performing on the stage. I never did get it out of my system. It drove Kim crazy."
Reba laughed. "It does sound like fun. Wanna sing with me?"
"Wanna dance with me, darlin'?"
"Are you flirting with me, Mr. Holliway?"
"That depends. Do you want me to flirt with you?"
"Absolutely, Jack." Reba ran her fingers up and down his arm. Mike moved in closer and captured her lips swiftly. The kiss went on, lingering. It was deep and passionate.
"You call that a kiss. I'll show you how to kiss someone hello after such a long absence. Try this."
Reba moved in to initiate another kiss forcefully. It was fierce and full of intense aching want. She made it last longer than the last kiss. She pulled away and Mike stood there, smirking.
"We can play this little game all night, Sal. As much as I enjoy competitive kissing, I'd really like to get you out on the dance floor."
"You seem pretty sure of yourself, Mr. Holliway. How do I know if I'm safe with you? Are you planning on seducing me?"
"I should be asking you that question, Mrs. Hart. That seems to be your method of revenge, not mine. You came for a one night stand so you can get even with Brock. That's what you did to me in Vegas, right? You downed half a dozen Passion Margaritas and a couple of Tequila shots. You picked up a guy at a bar and spent the night screwing him. As much as I'd like to see Brock get a taste of his own medicine, I think that you'd regret it in the morning. I never want you to ever feel that way about making love with me, honey."
"I really screwed my life up, didn't I?"
"It's nothing that can't be fixed; besides I never regretted the baby for one minute. He was ours, right from the minute he was born. I understand about Cheyenne. I would've hated for you to wake up one morning and regret your decision to be with me instead of Brock. You had to get Brock out of your system. Are you about finished getting Brock out of your system now?"
"No, because I'm still a fool."
"Then we'll just spend some time together. I won't let anything happen until you come back to me and tell me that you choose me and only me."
"When I'm ready, I promise that you'll be the first one that I call. Did you mean it when you said that you still wanted to marry me and grow old with me after I was done with Brock?"
"How about I make you a deal? If we don't marry someone by December 31, 2008, then we'll marry each other in Las Vegas just like the first time. We should be finished getting everything out of our systems by then." Mike said teasingly. Reba offered Mike a hand to shake to seal the deal.
"I'm going to take you up on your offer, Mike. You'll be the one guy that I will never get out of my system. Part of my heart will always love you. It won't take much to stir that up again. I've wanted to spend the rest of my life with you since I was fourteen years old and you kissed me for the first time."
"I believe that you just agreed to marry me, Sal."
"Only if I'm not already married by then. And you have to get my father's permission this time. We're doing this the right way. It won't be hard. My father thinks the world of Brock and you see how that turned out. You'll look like a prince in comparison."
Mike took her hand, briefly shaking it. He moved to pull her into a kiss. It was long and deep. When it was over, Reba was breathless. "I think that you've improved with age, Jack."
"Some things only get better with time. Do you want to dance with me or not?"
Reba nodded. Mike took her in his arms for a slow dance. "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I was so stupid. I hurt the only man who's ever loved me unconditionally," Reba said.
"I'm sorry that I didn't break up with Kim sooner, long before prom. If I had then, we'd have been married for the last twenty years."
"I know. I think that this spot was made just for me." Reba responded. Her head was up against his chest as he held her close.
"We have to work on the communication thing, you know?"
"I know. We could spend all night on if onlys. As much as I hate how I shut you out when the baby died, I can't imagine my life without Cheyenne just the way that she is, even if you're not her father. She's at my parents' house right now. Would you like to meet her?"
"I'd really like to meet all of your kids. Do you want to meet my sons?"
"Definitely. I don't want to scare you, but I've always wanted at least two more kids. Between us, we already have six children. Do you want any more?"
"Honey, I've always wanted to have kids with you. It would be nice to have a daughter. I have all boys."
"This is nice. I never thought that we'd be this way again."
"I hate having to see you go back to Houston, but you have to go back. The only way that we can be together is without any regrets. You have to make sure that things are really done between you and Brock. You should try to save your marriage, if you can. Go back to the guide and turn things around. Brock used to be my best friend. I'm not going to steal his wife from him. You have to give him the chance to come to his senses."
"You never cease to amaze me. You want me to marry you someday and you're still trying to help me save my marriage. So how do I help get Brock to come to his senses? He's got a mistress to take care of his needs, day and night."
"How hard did you work to get me to notice you?"
"Very hard. I had to insert myself into all kinds of situation so you would finally see me as sexy so you'd finally want to be with me."
"It's all about attraction. You've got to put everything else to the side and reconnect with him. Make him see you like he did when you were first together. You two were only dating for about three months when you got pregnant and got married. There had to be a lot of physical attraction there for things to happen that fast. It's like the competitive thing that we've always had going, where we try to outdo each other. You're just going to have to work to compete to get him back. Can you bring the passion back to make him want you?"
"Never issue a challenge like that to me again, Holliway." Reba warned. Reba answered his question by kissing him with all the passion she had stored up in her heart. Her tongue started begging for an entrance and he let her in. He moved down to kiss her neck. He pulled away from her suddenly and swore.
"You win. You would test the patience of a saint. You've got enough passion in you to make any man want you. If we don't stop, I'm going to take you upstairs and forget all of my good intentions."
"Thanks Mike. Thanks for being my best friend and everything else. We have a very strange relationship for being exes. I haven't felt beautiful or sexy in so long. I really appreciate having someone to appreciate me."
"For the record, you are very irresistible. You were in Vegas. You were like a wildfire out of control. You're always ten times more determined when you drink. It's a potent combination."
"I think I'm going to fly back right now and surprise him. I'll leave the kids with my parents and try to spend some time alone with him. We'll see what happens. I should get home in a couple of hours or so."
"Have Lori Ann drive you to the airport. Make sure that she's the designated driver."
Reba put her arms around Mike's neck. She stood there holding him tight. "I love you, Mike Holliway. Someday I'll be back and there will be no other man in my heart except you." Mike placed a kiss on her forehead.
Lori Ann had the camera pointed on Reba's face. She had tears in her eyes. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
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