Written by: Sara

Thanks to, Morning Talks, Katherine2394, and BlondezillasMaid for the reviews, ya'll made me decide to continue this story

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The morning sun crept in through the curtains the next day awakening Reba from her peaceful sleep. She stretched and yawned and looked around trying to remember what happened last night. When she saw their clothes thrown all over the floor, it all came back to her in an instant flash. She smiled and looked around for Brock, but he was no where in eye sight. She grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her naked body, deciding to go down stairs in search for her lover. The house was silent. No sound from the kitchen, nothing from the bathroom, and his car was in still in the garage.

"Brock.." She shouts out. But no Reply.

She throws herself on the couch and thinks to herself, "hmm, he didn't say he had to work, he didn't leave me a note saying where he'll be, maybe he just went to the gym with one of his friends. He'll call later, I'm sure." Reba watched the time pass by, every hour, on the hour she watched the hands turn. Still no sign of Brock. As it neared 7pm she started to make excuses for his whereabouts.

"He got called into work. His friends talked him into having a boys night out. His phone died, so he cant call." Those were just some of the excuses she could come up with it. The clock hit 10pm and still no word from Brock. Reba is at a loss for words, sitting at the dining table, staring at the dinner she had prepared for the both of them several hours ago. She was out of excuses for him, when she thought, "Could he be having an affair?" She immediately shook her head and let that thought escape her. "He wouldn't be stupid enough to throw away a 20 year marriage, he loves me." She said to herself. Reba sat in silence re-thinking their marriage life. Sure they had their ups and downs like all relationships do, Sure they fight over the pettiest things, Maybe he spends to many weekends away at dental conventions, and maybe I don't give him the attention he needs, but we are nothing but loyal to each other she kept saying. Anything to keep her from believing that there may be the slightest chance Brock is with another woman.

Reba jumped in her chair when the sound of the front door slammed. "Honey, I'm home" Brock shouted from the living room. "The funniest thing happened today.. You see I was on my way to the office, when I ran into some old buddies of mine, and so they talked me into going out for a few a drinks. We were having a good 'ole time that I lost track of time, silly me." he continued to say, and ended with a giggle.

"Well 'aint that a sorry excuse for a reason? How long did it take you to come up with that one?" She replied angrily.

"What are you talking about? that's the truth"

"Then why didn't you call? Let me know you were out, I was worried you know?" trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Oh darlin' you don't have to worry, I'm fine.." Brock said. As he reached out and put his hands on her waist.

"I said WAS Brock, as in before. I'm not worried now, I'm mad"

"Look, I'm sorry alright, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Next time something like this happens, I'll call ok?"

"Alright" she whispers, putting her head down.

"What's wrong Reba?" he asks curiously

"Well, with you coming home this late and not calling I just thought you were…." she pauses and looks him in the eyes.

"Thought I was what Reba"

"Oh nothing, never mind what I thought, doesn't matter now. What matters is that your home" she replies rubbing her hands up and down his arms. "How about some dinner?" She asks and grabs his hands to lead him to the kitchen.

"Oh no I ate already"

"You what?"

"The guys and I got a bite to eat before the dropped me off. I'm sorry" he says

"No, no its fine.. How about we go upstairs and take a nice….longgg… bubble bath… what do you say?" she says as she slowly un-does the buttons on his shirt.

"That sounds great, but I'm really tired. I think I'm just gonna take a quick shower and go to bed. Night hun" Brock gives her a quick kiss and heads upstairs leaving Reba alone in the kitchen, just as she was all night waiting for him to come home. She quietly cleans up the kitchen, wrapping up what was supposed to have been dinner and then crept up to the room trying not to wake up Brock. She stops at the door entrance when she hears whispering coming from her bedroom. She walks a bit closer to hear what he was saying, but she couldn't make out a word. "These are the moments where I hate old age, hearing loss bites" she mumbled to herself. He hangs up the phone and turns the lamp off just as Reba walks in.

"Who were you talking to? She asks

"Oh nobody"

"Why would "nobody" be calling at such a late hour?"

Realizing she wouldn't give up, Brock decides to fib a little. "It was just one of the guys at work, his kid got the stomach flu, so I'm covering his shift tomorrow"

"Oh okay, so when will you be home?"

"Umm.. I don't know. I'll call you okay. Now I gotta get some sleep. Goodnight" he says and rolls over to go to bed..

Reba found his stories to be a little fictitious, she knew he was up to something. From not eating dinner, then dismissing a bubble bath, late night phone calls, I knew it she said… he' having an affair. Her stomach felt like it was in knots as she heard herself say her husband was having an affair. The thought of it made her feel nauseous. This is the worst feeling the world, knowing your husband is sleeping with another woman. She quickly got out of bed and decided to sleep on the couch. She couldn't possibly share a bed with and adulterous man. I knew something was going on, the constant fighting, the bickering, it was a sign. He's no longer committed to our marriage. How stupid was I not to have noticed it? All those credit card charges to restaurants I've never been too, it all makes sense now. How could he be so foolish? I can't let him know that I know. She kept telling herself.

As hurt as Reba was, she hid it with all the anger she felt for him. She tried not to let it break her heart completely, for these were just assumptions. I have no facts to prove he's cheating on me she said. But I still have that urge to kill him!! She sat back and took a breath, saying "Okay calm down Reba, don't say anything you'll regret doing." She thought maybe it'll be best if she prays about it, and let the Lord take care of this situation. So she kneels down, folds her hands begins to pray,

"Dear Lord,

I pray for wisdom to understand my husband; Love to forgive him; and patience for his moods. Because Lord, if I pray for strength, I'll beat him to death. AMEN"

She stood up and sighed.. "I feel much better now". It wasn't a minute later where she was fast asleep!

Reba wakes up the next morning with the chaos of pots and pans in the kitchen. "This is why I never sleep on the couch" she says while walking into the kitchen to see what all the racket was about.

"Good morning my love" Brock says cheerily.

"Oh don't you good morning me.. What are you doing?"

"I just made breakfast, here have some waffles" he lays a plate of food on the table near here. And sits down to finish reading the paper.

She looks at the prepared meal and said, "Alright what did you do?"

"Nothing, can't a man make breakfast for his wife, simply because he wants to" he insists

"How sweet, what greeting card did u get that from?"

"Do you have to have an answer for everything? You women sure are chatty" he says

"Ha-Ha! What ya reading there?"

"Well, speaking of "chatty women" There's this article in here about how many words women use a day. 30,000 to a mans 15,000.

"The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men twice" she replies sarcastically, as she pours her coffee..

Brock then turned to his wife and asked, "What did you say?"

She just shook her head and said, "Point proven."

He suddenly changes the subject, noticing she was dressed to go out. "Are u going somewhere today?" he asks

"Lorianne is in town, so we're going to lunch later."

She pulls up a chair at the table and continues by asking, "I thought you had to work today?

"Oh ya I do, but his shift isn't till later, so I figured I'd stay home and help do some of the big chores around here, you know.. Carry my weight.."

"Do chores? Did hell freeze over or something? You don't do chores Brock. You work, you drink, you golf, you have sex. Chores is not on that list. What's gotten into you?

"Well you didn't come to bed last night, I don't know what I did to upset you, but I wanna make things better."

"Hmm…. Well alright" She smiles, gets up and grabs her purse about ready to leave. When Brock randomly says, "You know, its just too hot to wear clothes today" and drops his robe on the floor, "What do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn naked?" he jokingly asks.

"Probably that I married you for your money' She replies and walks out the door.

Brocks gives a smirk and picks up his robe off the floor. "Always full of the sass, don't know why I even married her" he said to himself while cleaning up the breakfast food which Reba didn't touch. He had a feeling that Reba was slowly catching on to what he's been doing, but he was never gonna come forward and tell her unless she confronted him about it first.

Brock was caught off guard when his cell phone rang..

"Hello" he answers

"Hi, I'm a patient calling for Dr. Hart…" the woman on the receiving line says.

"Relax baby, she's gone."

"Thank god, I hate pretending to be someone else when I call you, in fear that she may answer"

"Then don't call me, I'll call you remember" he says

"Reba is smart, and I think she knows about you, or us" he continued to say.

"Well how do you know for sure?"

"I know my wife. And she didn't come to bed last night" he said sounding a bit upset

"And your complaining? I thought you said you don't sleep with her anymore?"

He pauses for a moment not saying a word..

"Brock" the womans says, "You slept with her didn't you?"

"Yes, but it was a couple nights ago, and…"

"And what? You fell in love with her again huh?" she asks almost certain of his answer.

"Baby its not like that…" he says

"Its me or her Brock, you said you were going to leave her. You told me we'd be together, just the two of us. Who's it gonna be?" she pleaded

"Can we talk about this later. I have to go"

"Fine, see you at 5pm, my place. don't forget. Love you"

Just as Reba walks in saying, "silly me I forgot my cell phone." she hears Brock say…

"Love you too.. Byee" he hangs up and looks at Reba afraid of what she'll say next.

"Please tell me it was your mother who you just said I love you too…"

To be continued. This story just sort of wrote itself. My intention was just to make it funny, but somehow, things got carried away. I'll write more later. Reviews are welcomed, I don't know where I wanna take this story. Suggestions??