The front door of Reba's house swung open that evening as Brock and his son walked into the home. "Reba, can I talk to you for a moment?" Brock asked as he could see the confusion on Reba's face.

"Yeah, uh, sure. Jake is upstairs, Henry. Why don't you go play with him?" Henry quickly ran upstairs without saying a word to Brock or Reba. "What's going on?"

Brock took a seat on the couch, followed by Reba. He wasn't sure of how to start the conversation because there were a couple of things he wanted to say. "I don't know what I'm doing. I went home to make dinner for Henry and I and I just couldn't do it. I know how to take care of him but-"

"But you've never had to take care of kids on your own before." Reba knew exactly where he was heading with his sentence and therefore was able to finish his sentence for him. Brock was right, he had never had to take care of any of the kids on his own. He always had Reba or Barbra Jean with him, and when he was alone with the kids they normally went out and went to the movies and then a restaurant.

As he sighed, Brock looked at Reba and nodded his head. "Yeah, it's never just been me with a kid. I just don't really know what to do."

Times were getting a lot tougher for Brock, and Reba was pretty sure he was realizing what reality held in store for him. Karma was not his friend. This could very well be karma for the way he treated Reba during the end of their marriage, but even if it was Reba couldn't not be there for him. "Well tonight y'all are having dinner with us. In fact, why don't y'all just stay with us? You can sleep on the couch and Henry can sleep in Jake's room."

"We can't do that," Brock said softly. "I appreciate it but I can't make things difficult for you just because they are for me." There was a part of Brock that couldn't believe what Reba was telling him. She offered for them to stay with her, where any other time hell would have to freeze over for that to happen. The last time Brock had stayed in his old house was because of a winter storm making it impossible for him to drive the twenty minutes it took him to get home.

A quiet chuckle came from Reba as she looked at the man. "You can do it, and you will do it. Brock, I insist." Reba gave a soft smile to him as he stared at her. She could see that he was still hesitant about agreeing to stay in the house. "Don't make me give you the puppy dog eyes."

This caused a laugh to come from Brock as he looked at her. "Hey, that's my move!" He could see that Reba was about to stick out her bottom lift and bat her ocean blue eyes at him, and that was the straw. He didn't want to see her do that because they both knew that as soon as those eyes started batting he was putty in the palm of her hands. "Fine, we'll stay."

Victory for Reba, and secretly it had been victory for Brock too. Being able to spend time with Reba was something Brock had always been thankful for, and he knew that he had took it for granted previously but he never wanted to do that again. Being away from her had taught him that the one thing he wanted in this world was to be with Reba, to spend every moment he possibly could with her. "Good, I know Henry will enjoy staying here, and I'll enjoy having another adult in the house."

"What are you talking about? Kyra still lives here."

Although Kyra had moved back in with her mom, she had rarely been home the past couple months. "With her music career taking off, she's been out on tour. She does call me almost every day though."

Brock simply let out a soft chuckle as he smiled at the redhead. There was no denying the fact he couldn't wait to spend time with her, and part of him prayed that they would have a moment. Another part of him prayed that they wouldn't because he didn't know if he had the strength to control himself from making that moment go on longer if it were to happen.

After dinner had concluded Henry and Jake had ran upstairs to play some video games for roughly an hour before getting ready for bed. Once they were both tucked in Reba and Brock retired to the couch where they sat on opposites ends and watched an episode of The Andy Griffith Show. Something Jake had said to Reba had done nothing but occupy her mind; 'I missed having you and dad both tucking me in.' The innocent comment Jake had made had done nothing but haunt Reba.

Whatever feeling Reba was having did not go unnoticed by Brock. As he sat on the other side of the couch he couldn't help but wonder why the redhead hadn't said a word to him, which was odd considering she was the one who wanted him to stay that way they could spend some time together. Now she sat on the other end of the couch with her eyes locked on the television, never once glancing at him in the slightest.

"I don't understand." The sound of his voice brought Reba out of her own thoughts.

Reba quickly looked over at Brock. "Well, Andy knows that something is going on with his son because-"

Frustrated over the fact Reba thought, or pretended, to think he was talking about the show, Brock glared over at her. "That's not what I meant. Why did you convince me to stay here when you aren't saying a damn word to me? I might as well not even be here. If I wanted to be ignored I would have stayed at my house!"

Her heart rate sped up and she searched her brain for what she should say. She knew she hadn't been talking to him, and that she had kept her distance, but it also wasn't intentional. What Jake had said had been occupying her mind and she hadn't realized how quiet she had actually been. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel ignored."

"Then what's going on?" Not only did Brock want to know what was going on with Reba, but he needed to know what was going on with her. There was part of him that was terrified she was being distant because of him. 'Did I say something tonight that pushed her away,' Brock asked himself as he tried to remember every little thing he had said that night.

Telling Brock what was on her mind wasn't really what Reba wanted to do, even though doing so would be the best thing for her to do. "Nothing. I guess I'm just tired."

Lie. That was a lie and Brock immediately knew it. Very rarely did Reba act like this, even when she was tired. This was the way she acted when something was bothering her. "What's wrong? "

Again, her heart rate sped up as she stared at him. "I'm tired. I already told you that. It was a long day."

Another lie. Maybe her day had been long, but that wasn't the reason Reba was acting that way that she was. "I'm going to ask you one last time and I expect the truth. What- is- wrong?"

"Nothing- is- wrong!" Annoyance filled Reba's voice as she glared at her ex-husband. "I am exhausted! Other than that nothing is wrong!"

'Lies, lies, lies,' Brock thought to himself as he felt himself get frustrated more and more by each one. "Fine," Brock spoke quietly as he slowly got off the couch.

Confused and scared, words quickly came from Reba's mouth as she jumped off of the couch. "Where are you going?!"

Brock, who had headed towards the door, turned around and glared at her. "I'm going home since all you can do is lie to me! I know something is wrong and the fact that you begged me to stay here and now you're acting like I'm not even here makes me believe that it is because of me! I'll come get Henry tomorrow morning!"

Once his hand wrapped around the door knob Reba found herself talking faster than normal. "Please don't leave!" Reba exclaimed as she felt tears fill her eyes.

Quickly, Brock turned around and almost continued this argument until he saw her tear filled eyes. "What do you want me to do, Reba? I'm not going to stay here and have you be completely distant from me and ignore me. I'm not doing this, Reba. You can either be honest with me or I'm going home."

"Jake-" Reba began as she took a deep breath. "When we tucked the boys in, after you had already walked downstairs, Jake gave me a hug and told me that he really missed the two of us tucking him in together."

The anger Brock had felt quickly faded as he stared at the woman. "That's why you've been so distant?"

"Of course that's why I've been distant! All it does is remind me of how the divorce affected our children, not only us." A tear fell free from her right eye and traveled down her cheek.

The sight of the tear on Reba's cheek as well as hearing the words she had said had shattered Brock's heart into a million pieces. "I thought you were 'so far past on' that it didn't bother you anymore? "

Anger quickly filled her body as she heard the words that Brock had spoke. "You mo-ron! Of course it still bothers me! We were married for twenty years! You were everything to me and then you were gone!"

'How could I have been so stupid to think that the divorce didn't bother Reba in the slightest anymore? I was her husband. We were supposed to grow old together.' The last seven words Brock thought to himself stung like fifty bees were stinging him at once. Those words were the words Reba screamed at him at Cheyanne and Van's wedding while the family was fighting and everything was turning into a disaster. "And I will be sorry for the rest of my life that our marriage ended the way it did! Yes, we were already in a tough spot but had I not had an affair maybe there would have been a chance that we could have fixed everything."

There was no stopping the tears from escaping her eyes as she listened to Brock talk. "I hate this. I hate that we ended the way we did. I hate that for years I had to watch you prance around my house with your new wife and son. I hate that we hurt our children. I hate this whole situation," Reba exclaimed as she began to sob.

Without thinking or saying anything, Brock wrapped his arms around his ex-wife. "I'm so sorry, Reba." A kiss was placed on top of Reba's head as her face was pressed into his chest, making his shirt because stained with tears.

"I love Henry to pieces, I really do. And now that I've gotten to know Barbra Jean she's my best friend, but you were my husband. No matter how much I love the two of them I will always hurt at least a little over the fact that our marriage ended. The fact that we could've grown our family, instead of you getting a new one." This was the reason Reba didn't want to tell Brock what was going on. She knew that as soon as she did she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from saying anything and everything. Reba was unsure if she would be able to stop three small words from coming out if the opportunity presented itself.

While Brock listen to her break down he could feel his heart shatter. He never meant to hurt Reba like this. He had made a mistake that had costed him everything. With his lips pressed against the top of Reba's head, her hair covering his face, Brock began talking. "I'm so sorry, honey. I will be sorry forever."

All it took was for Reba to look up at Brock, and he found himself doing something he never thought he'd do again. When their blue eyes met, Brock slowly moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her face closer to his before he connected their lips for the first time in almost eight years.

After Brock had connected his lips to Reba's, he expected to get slapped in the face. To his surprise Reba had slowly, and gently, kissed him back before she pulled away. Speechless, Reba couldn't think of what to say as she watched Brock slowly open his eyes.

"I'm sorry," Brock said quietly as he stared in her eyes. "For everything. I have to live with the choices I made for the rest of my life. I have to live with the fact that I hurt you for the rest of my life."

Still shocked over what Brock had done, she knew she couldn't send him home now. "I think it's best that I go up to my bedroom," Reba whispered as she tried to pull away from Brock's grip. When he wouldn't ease up, she looked at him with sad eyes. "Please let me go," She begged as he did what she asked. Without saying another word Reba ran upstairs leaving Brock alone in the living room.