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Chapter Three: Episode 6x16 – Tension

"So have you guys thought about any names for the baby yet?" Reba asked Van and Cheyenne in her kitchen while sitting down with them at the table, placing her coffee mug down on the wooden surface.

"We've thought about a few names, but I think we're still looking for the right one," Cheyenne told her mother while grabbing something out her large, black handbag.

"We even bought a baby names book to help us figure out what we want name him," Van added before grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and unpeeling it.

The blonde retrieved the item she was looking for and put a book called 1,000 Names for Boys on the table for her mom to see. "See? We've gone through most of this book already and nothing is still catching our eyes. Maybe you could help us, Mom."

"Oh, sure! I'd love to, sweetheart," the redhead smiled with appreciation and gave her oldest daughter a quick hug.

Reba grabbed the book off of the table, flipped through a few pages, and then put it back down again. "So what names have you though about so far?"

"I was thinking about naming him Kyle," Van responded after finishing off his banana.

"And I was thinking about maybe Bradley," Cheyenne added in.

"Bradley sounds like a good name, but then again I might think of Brad Pitt every time I see him when he gets older," Reba told them with a sly smile on her face.

Cheyenne giggled and grinned while Van got grossed out. "Cheyenne, Bradley is off the list! I don't want my mother-in-law thinking about a movie star every time she sees our son."

The two women just laughed and giggled at his reaction.

"Okay, Van. We won't use Bradley," Cheyenne said to him after she finished laughing. "Do you have any good suggestions, Mom?"

"Um…" Reba thought about it for a second. "How about Zack or Paul, or maybe Joey?"

"No, every other boy in the universe has those names," the blonde complained. "I want to name him something different."

"Austin?" she quickly suggested.

"We might live in Texas, Mrs. H, but I am not naming my son Austin," Van told her while looking very serious.

"Okay, what about the name Cody?"

"Cody?" Cheyenne repeated her, sounding a little surprised. "You know, Cody doesn't sound that bad, Van…" she trailed off, thinking about the name some more.

"Yeah," Van nodded in agreement. "Cody's a pretty cool name for a guy, too. I think I like it. Thanks, Mrs. H!"

The redhead smiled at her son-in-law and then patted his hand with hers. "You're welcome, Van. Now why don't you two kids go grab Elizabeth from Kyra, and go on home and think about it?"

"Okay. Thanks, Mom," Cheyenne told her mother while hugging her goodbye and the young, married couple left the room to go get their daughter before going back to their house.

Reba had just gotten up from the table and was about to put her mug in the sink when Jake and Brock walked through the back door. "Hey guys! How was the park?"

"It was great. I beat Dad in basketball by like 20 points!" Jake told his mother excitedly as he gave her a hug hello.

"You didn't beat me by 20 points, Jake…you only beat me by 15," Brock said in just above a whisper; hold his head down while he said it.

"Whatever, Dad. I still beat you by a mile. Maybe you should just start playing with guys your age, and then you might actually win a game or two," the brunette teen suggested as his mother was choking on laughter.

"Ha, ha. Well you just wait, Jake. Next time I'm gonna beat you and then we'll see who's laughing," Brock challenged his son while pointing at him from the other side of the counter, standing next to Reba.

"Yeah, that'll be the day," Jake said out loud sarcastically, leaving the room to go change out of his basketball clothes.

When Reba was finally done silently giggling at Brock, she noticed that he was not happy with her actions. "What? It's not like you a stood chance against him anyway—he's a thirteen-year-old boy and you're…decades from that age now." She started laughing at him again and walked into the living room after putting her mug in the kitchen sink.

"You know, as I recall, you're a few decades older than Jake too, so maybe you shouldn't be the one laughing," Brock told her, trying to get her to stop laughing at him.

"Yeah, but I'm not the one who just got my butt whooped in basketball, was I? Plus, you wanna know the funniest part of it all? Jake's not even that good at the game, except that one time when he tried to become the star player on his team by pretending to be handicap—but I think you get my point."

Brock lifted his head up and rolled his eyes. "So what's on your 'To-do list' today, besides making fun of me?"

"Please, Brock, making fun of you is not a chore—because it's too much fun to be a chore!"

"Yeah, well, since you're not going to take me serious today, I'm gonna see ya later," then Brock started walking towards the front door.

"Okay, but don't trip on your way out!" Reba giggled again and watched him leave before going to sit on the couch to read the newspaper.

(A few days later…)

"Kyra, can you grab the dish soap from underneath the kitchen sink and bring it to me, please?" the redhead asked her youngest daughter while ringing out her green hose from the right side of the house.

"Yeah, just gimme a second!" she yelled back.

Reba brought over the hose and a medium-size blue bucket to the driveway and placed them in front of her car. Kyra stepped outside of the house with the green liquid dish soap in her right hand and gave it to her mother. "Mom, I know how important saving money is to you, but why don't you just go down to the gas station and get it washed for five dollars like every other person in America does?"

"Because I'm not like every other person in America, and I like washing my own car every now and then."

"Mom, you haven't been like every other person in America since before you found out that Cheyenne was pregnant in high school—I thought you knew that by now."

She threw a sarcastic and unpleasant look her and went back to what she was doing. Kyra rolled her eyes as she watched her mom fill up the bucket with soapy water and went back inside the house to get ready for band practice.

Reba was just about to spray the hose at her car when she saw Barbara Jean and Henry walking up the driveway. "Hey, Barbra Jean! Hi, Henry. How's it going?"

"Good," the goofy blonde said in a calm fashion before coming up to her best friend and giving her a tight bear hug. "Oh, I missed you today, Reba!"

"I missed you, too," the redhead replied back with a smile after being let go. "Are you guys here to see Kyra?"

"Yeah. Is she still here? I wanted to watch her at band practice—"

"—so you could play with the drum set again afterwards?" Reba already knew what she was thinking.

Barbara Jean nodded her head excitedly.

"Kyra's upstairs getting ready. She should be done in about five minutes and then she's leaving."

"Okay, thanks, Reba!" then she darted for the door while Henry followed her inside.

Reba had finally started hosing down the car when all of sudden she heard more footsteps coming onto the driveway. With the sprayer still on, she shifted around to see who else had shown up at her house, not realizing that she was accidentally drenching her ex-husband with water. By the time the redhead had let loose of the handle and the water died down, she couldn't help but giggle at the site of seeing Brock soaked from head to toe. "Oh, I didn't see you there. I'm sorry, Brock. Are you alright?" she asked with humorous concern while placing the hose on the ground next to her and walking over to her drenched ex-husband.

He tried to dry his face with his hand and replied, "Yeah, but the next time I see you washing your car I won't come over here until after you're done. Do you have a towel I can use to dry off with?"

After giggling for a moment more she said, "Yes, I have some over here. Lemme get one for you," then went inside the garage and grabbed a clean bath towel from inside her dryer.

"Thanks," the middle-aged golfer told his ex-wife after taking it from her hand and started wiping off his hands, arms, and face. "So why are you washing your car?"

"Oh, I don't know," Reba said to him sarcastically. "Maybe because it's dirty."

He gave her a bored look and threw the towel over towards the hose and bucket.

"Did you come over here to go watch Kyra at band practice too?" Reba tried to change the subject.

"No, I actually came over here to watch some college football with Jake, but the first game doesn't start for another half an hour."

"Hey, why don't you go inside and make some snacks with him before the game starts?" she suggested.

"Yeah, I could do that, but since I'm already wet from you spraying me with the hose, why don't I help you wash your car?" he offered.

"Brock, is it just me or did you offer to do less housework here when we were married?" (A/N That was a great line from 'Mommy Nearest.' LOL!)

"What, I can't offer to help you wash your car? Jeez, sorry for asking," Brock lifted his arms up and started walking towards the door to go inside the house.

"All right, all right, c'mere. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that," Reba reached her arm out for a second and tried to stop him from leaving her in an angry mood. He turned around and made eye contact with her while she spoke up again. "I was just a little surprised that you wanted to help me out with washing my car. I mean, do you even remember the last time we washed a car together?"

"Yeah, it was the day after Jake's fifth birthday party, remember?"

"Now I remember," the memory finally struck her. "Jake had just gotten that new fire truck from your mom in the mail and he wouldn't stop playing with it. That stupid toy must've had more buttons and sounds on it than you could shake a stick at."

Brock chuckled for a few seconds. "So we decided to come out here and wash your car to get away from all the noise inside the house that he was making."

"Oh, and remember when I dumped the dirty, soapy water all over your shirt and pants after we were done?"

"Uh-huh. I got so upset that I grabbed the hose and started spraying you with it until you screamed 'I surrender!' Then we went back inside the house all soaking wet, asked Cheyenne to watch Jake and Kyra for us, and then we went upstairs to our bedroom and…" Brock suddenly trailed off, both of them knowing what he was going to say next.

Reba looked away from her ex-husband and nervously replied, "Okay, I think you've said enough. Just go inside, spend some time with your son, and leave me alone."

Feeling guilty for what he brought up, Brock walked over to his first wife and put a hand on her shoulder for comfort. "Look, Reba—I didn't mean to say that."

"Yeah? Well good because you shouldn't have brought it up at all!" she spat at him angrily and shrugged his hand off her shoulder roughly. "We're divorced now, Brock. When is that ever going to get through that big, fake tan head of yours? You can't just bring up memories like that and expect me to be happy about it because that part of our lives is over."

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything in the first place," he admitted to her quietly. "I was just trying to help you out."

"That's what you always want to do, but I don't want your help! You know what I want? I want you to stop pretending that getting along with me will erase what you did to us and our family. That your lying, and cheating, and leaving didn't affect or hurt me at all. Because it did! I became depressed for the first six months we were separated, and then when we finally started going to couples' therapy as an attempt to save our marriage you had an affair with Barbara Jean! You made me look like a fool in front of our friends and relatives, and all you could think about was divorcing me so you could finally marry your dental hygienist that you knocked up!"

Brock stared at her with anger and upset, wanting nothing more to tell her what he was feeling and thinking. He moved over to her, grabbed her by the arms and kept her firm in place. "You wanna know what I want? I want you to stop reminding me every single day that I see you that I destroyed our marriage. Yes, I've accepted the fact that we didn't make it as husband and wife, and that most of it was my fault in the end, but why do you have to keep on telling me that? Why do you continue to remind me of the biggest mistake I made in my life?" He almost had tears in his eyes by the time he was done speaking.

"Why? Why! WHY! Because you broke my heart—that's why!" Tears were threatening to fall as the redhead spoke her mind to her ex-husband, letting herself loose from his grip. "You threw away 20 years of marriage when you slept with BJ and got her pregnant. You threw it away like what we had was nothing! God, Brock, I thought that when you were going through your mid-life crisis that you would eventually come back to us—not tell me that you had to marry your 22-year-old pregnant mistress in mandated court therapy! You tore our family apart and you were the only one who got a choice in the matter."

"I couldn't go back to you, don't you see that, Reba?"

"What?" she asked in confusion.

"After I found out that Barbara Jean was pregnant I knew that I could never go back to you because of what I did while we were separated. I was angry, upset, and alone when we when took our break and I wasn't sure if we were ever going to work things out. Then after Barbara Jean started working for me when you left the office she started flirting with me so much that I couldn't help myself. And before I knew it, she was pregnant with Henry, and I knew that you would never take me back. I thought I was doing the best thing for everyone by giving you a divorce and marrying Barbara Jean. I didn't deserve you anymore, Reba—and I knew that you deserved better than me after what I did to you and the kids."

Reba stood there, standing in front of her ex-husband, stunned by the heartfelt confession he just made. His words were honest, but that doesn't mean that they didn't hurt her on some level. She was glad to know that he thought she deserved better because she did, but that still didn't give him the right to make a choice that affected them and everyone around them.

"Brock, I wanna thank you for being honest with me about our separation and divorce. It means a lot to me, but doesn't change the fact that deep down inside I'm always going to be upset with you for breaking our wedding vows."

"I know that…and I accept it because you have every right to be angry with me, but I want to know that no matter what…you're always going to be my best friend, Reba."

The divorced couple gave each other genuine smiles of appreciation and hugged. Reba wrapped her arms tightly around Brock's neck and he wrapped his arms gently around her waist. It was a perfect moment for the two friends and as they slowly parted, they were locked in a gaze. And their breathing slowed down quickly when they both realized how close they were together. Reba could feel Brock's warm breath on her face…their lips only mere inches apart. As their breathing became shallower from the tension, Brock unconsciously leaned his head closer to his ex-wife. His lips were less than a second away from brushing gently against hers when they heard Henry's voice behind them.

"Hey, Dad, c'mere. You gotta see Jake's new video game! It's so cool!" the five-year-old boy said excitedly and raced back inside the house.

Brock and Reba quickly let go of each other as soon as they heard Henry's voice and an uncomfortable silence grew between them after he left. Neither of them knew what to say to each other, both feeling awkward and stupid for what had just almost happened. Reba decided to be the brave one and finally spoke up about a minute later. "So, um, I'm gonna get back to washing my car now. Are you gonna go watch football with Jake now?"

"Uh, yeah, I'll see ya when you get back inside, okay?"

"All right, see ya later."

Then he quickly left the driveway and went inside the house to be with his sons. Reba put a hand to forehead and sighed heavily, trying to make sense of what just happened between her and Brock. The feeling left her worried and scared for some unknown reason. The constant nagging question going around her mind was, "Oh, my God. What just happened?"

I told you guys that things were going to get interesting soon. I bet you're all glad to see that things are finally heating up between Brock and Reba now. So watch out for my next update and I beg of you all to review this chapter—especially since I think you guys really liked this chapter, or at least I hope you did. LOL! Thank you so much for reading it and please review!