"So you're going on a date but you're not getting back together?" Cheyenne asked her mother as she watched her do the dishes. "Am I missing something?"

Scrubbing the plates spotless, Reba looked at Cheyanne. "No, we're not getting back together, not yet anyways. Cheyanne, I don't expect you to understand that because you've never been without Van, but after everything your father and I have been through we still have feelings towards each other. Maybe it's not love feelings and we just think it is, or maybe we do still love each other. Either way we're never going to know until we figure it out, which is why we are going on this pre-date. If it goes bad then we're going to pretend it never even happened."

There was one time where Cheyanne believed that her parents getting back together would be the worse thing to happen, but where everyone was at in life now Cheyanne's views had changed. If things had really changed between her parents, and her father had really changed, maybe them getting back together wouldn't really be the worse thing to happen; especially since Barbra Jean had already started dating someone new. "What happens if the pre-date thing goes well? Does that mean you're getting back together?!"

Tension filled the room as Reba felt like she was playing a game of twenty questions with her daughter. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had known the answers to Cheyanne's questions, but that was the problem. Reba didn't know what was going to happen and neither did Brock. Maybe the two of them going on a pre-date would lead to them getting married, or maybe it would lead to them never talking again. No one knew what the future held, but Reba knew that she wasn't going to live in fear anymore. Brock was a single man and if the pre-date went wrong then maybe that was what she needed to move on. "We just have to wait and see. If it goes good then we'll go from there, but if we decide to advance in our relationship we're not moving fast at all. We may end up going out a few times before we officially get back together. I don't know what's going to happen, but I do know that I want this to be a secret from the other kids."

There was a million questions Cheyanne had for Reba, more like a few, but she felt like the less questions asked the better Reba was. She didn't want to overwhelm her mother before her date with her father. "Why don't you let me do your hair mom? It's past your shoulders and I can do plenty of hairstyles with it." The only thing Reba did was nod her head before the two headed upstairs so Reba could begin getting ready.

"You're going to look absolutely amazing, mom," Cheyanne said as she softly brushed through her mother's natural curly red hair. "Dad's definitely going to realize what he lost when he lost you."

'I definitely hope so,' Reba thought to herself. "Honey, I think we're both passed that. What she had told her daughter was the truth, but at the same time Reba couldn't help but to hope that Brock realized what he had been missing out. After all Brock was the one who had gone off, had an affair, and got his mistress pregnant. Even after knowing about the affair Reba still wanted to work on their marriage, but learning about the unborn child was a game changer. From the moment she found out it became clear that this was not a midlife crisis where he'd buy a motorcycle and then come home; this midlife crisis turned their lives upside down. Seven came too quickly that evening, and Reba found herself sitting on her bed trying to calm her racing heart. Months had went by since she had been on a date, and almost eight years had gone by since she had been on a date with Brock. 'This is crazy,' Reba thought to herself as she slowly slipped on her black high heels. Cheyanne had put her curly hair into an elegant updo with a few strands of curls hanging around her face, and Reba had made sure to do her makeup fairly natural. Her lips were a peachy color while her eyes had a little eyeliner and mascara. Her light pink blush was the perfect shade to contrast with her light skin.

The mirror showed a reflection of a woman less than two years shy of fifty, who looked more like a twenty year old, wearing a sparkly red dress that hugged her in all the right places and stopped just above her knees. 'I do clean up good,' Reba thought to herself. She was never the type of person to think she looked good, but tonight was different. She had spent countless of hours making sure she looked the best she could. Either this date goes well and they work things out, or Reba was going to show Brock once and for all what he missed out on.

'Should I knock or walk in like I normally do,' Brock asked himself as he stared at the front door. He was unaware of how much he was sweating until the wetness of his hands made his hand slip off the doorknob. 'She's never going to hold my hand if my hands are this sweaty. Damn it, Hart! Get it together!' The cloth or his khakis dried off his hands, but he couldn't help but to wonder for how long. Knock, knock, knock; the feeling of knocking on the front door was bizarre. Brock couldn't remember the last time he had knocked on the door, if he had ever. Tick, tick, tick, tick; from the moment he knocked on the door Brock kept an eye on his watch. His heart was pounding and the more seconds that passed the louder he could hear the drumming in his ear.

Whoosh, the door opened quick and Brock saw his oldest daughter standing on the other side. "If I didn't know what's going on I would have thought you'd lost mind!" Cheyanne let out a giggle as she looked at her father. "Mom told me. She said she doesn't want the other kids too know though. I think it's so cute that you and mom are going on a secret date!"

As he closed the door behind him, Brock stared at his daughter. "It's not a date, and it's not a secret. We simply don't want to tell people and get their hopes up if there's a chance this won't work and it goes bad. We want to test the waters before we make things official."

"Dad, you still have feelings for each other after almost eight years of being apart. I don't think that the two of you would be going on this date, or pre-date, whatever it is, if there wasn't feelings still there." Cheyanne had grown into an intelligent young woman, who still had her dumb moments, but amazed Reba with how much she had changed. She had to grow up fast when Elizabeth was born on her high school graduation day, but eight years later Reba was extremely proud of the woman she had become. She had fought her demons with alcohol and had been working towards becoming a drug and alcohol counselor, which she had about a year left before she got her degree and became certified.

The truth of the matter was Brock knew he was still in love with Reba. He knew that during the divorce, but he also knew that he had hurt her in the worst way possible and that he had to do right by Barbra Jean. "Where's your mom?"

Just as Cheyenne was about to speak her mouth dropped open as she stared towards the stairs. Brock took note of Cheyanne's action and turned towards the stairs, only to be completely frozen by the sight that blessed his eyes.

"What are y'all looking at?" Reba asked despite the fact that she was fully aware of what they were looking at. "Do I really look that bad?"

Cheyanne quickly shook her shockness of and smiled enormously as she walked over and hugged her mom. "Are you kidding?! You look amazing!"

This made Reba smile ear to ear before she turned her attention to Brock. 'Now time to hear the opinion that matters the most,' Reba thought to herself as she took a silent deep breath before speaking. "Brock?" Reba asked softly as she kept her eyes on him. When Brock didn't respond Reba felt as if her heart had shattered into millions of glass pieces that scraped and cut her chest from the inside. "I'll be back," Reba said quickly and turned around towards the stairs.

Before Reba could start walking up the stairs, rs, Brock grabbed her wrist and turned her around. "Breathtaking," Brock whispered barely loud enough for Reba to hear. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"Really?" Reba asked as she stared into Brock's eyes.

Brock, who stayed fixed on Reba, had completely forgot that his oldest daughter was standing less than ten feet away. "You look so damn beautiful Reba. There are no words to describe how beautiful you look. You've left me speechless."

This was the side of her parent's relationship that Cheyanne had missed and hadn't seen in over a decade. Cheyanne had more memories of her parents being more like this in their relationship due to her being the oldest of the three, but due to all the fighting they did the last few years of their marriage Cheyanne had forgot what seeing them like this was like. Before either of the two could say anything Cheyanne cleared her throat.

'How could I completely forget that my own daughter was standing right next to us,' Brock asked himself as his daughter's sound brought him out of his thoughts. "We should probably go ahead and head out that way we're not late for our reservations."

Reba couldn't help but to continue to stare at Brock. He was never the type of person to make reservations. Okay, maybe never wasn't the right word, but the last time Brock had made reservations, at least with her, was long before their marriage had gone south. Jake had been a baby, if he was born at all. "Don't worry about Jake and Henry," Cheyanne spoke as she followed her parents to the front door. Once the door was opened at her parents were on the other side she smiled, "don't bring her home too late unless that means it's a good thing." Cheyanne giggled at her comment as she watched her mother's cheeks grow to a rose pink color before the door was closed, separating the two from their daughter.

It was finally time for the two to see if there was still more than friendship there. Maybe they'd end up remarried one day, or maybe they wouldn't, but it was finally time to find out which direction they were heading in and that made Reba nervous. She was afraid of losing Brock forever, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that her fear was a sign; a sign that not wanting to lose Brock meant that their relationship was going to go down the road she wanted and hoped for it to.