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Chapter Four: Episode 6x17 – Reba's Biggest Fear

Reba had just finished folding a load of clean towels and was about to get up to put them away in the bathrooms when she heard someone coming through her front door. It was Brock…and she was not happy to see him.

"Brock, what the heck are you doing here? Last time I checked, we were divorced and you didn't live here anymore so get out!"

He ignored her comment and came over to see her at the couch. "Reba, we need discuss what happened between us yesterday out on the driveway."

"Oh, I'll tell you what happened. We were talking about why you came over to my house, then we were laughing about a fond memory of when we were married, argued about why you left me, hugged after we finished calming down from our argument, and then you almost kissed me! Did I leave anything out?"

Trying to not to do anything rash, Brock remained calm with his first wife. "Look, I know I sort of crossed a line yesterday, but let's not blow things out of proportion. I admit that things went a little too far, but nothing happened, so can we please just forget about it?"

Reba's temper flared up as she got up from the couch and Brock could easily see it by the way anger flashed dangerously in her eyes. "You sort of crossed a line?! You either cross a line or ya don't—there is no sort of! Now I want to you apologize to me for almost kissing me, then I want you to leave me alone, and stay out of my life for good!"

He unconsciously moved closer to Reba, his facial expressions were becoming serious and his patience was wearing thin. "Don't act ridiculous. You can't just kick me out of your life because we almost had a 'moment.'"

"Oh, yeah? Well, watch me!" Then she swiftly moved passed him, walked over to the door, and opened it up a little. "See? I can do it. Now get out and leave me alone!"

"I'm not gonna do it," he argued back, not moving an inch.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, Brock. This is my house and I said that I want you outta here. Now do I have to go get the mallet from out of the upstairs hall closet or are you going to leave quietly?"

"I'm not leaving," the blond said with an even firmer tone of voice and walked over to her.

"Okay, fine. If you wanna play hardball, then I'll just go grab the gun out of my bedroom and see if that'll change your mind!" (A/N: I just had to add that in because I loved the gun joke that they played throughout the show, especially in the pilot episode and "Bullets Over Brock." LOL!)

Reba started walking towards the staircase until Brock grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. He pressed her up against the front door and it shut closed as a result. His blue eyes were staring into hers while she realized that they were once again in a very close position. The redhead thought the temperature of room was rising as Brock pushed himself against her so hard that she could feel his whole body. Their lips were only a few centimeters apart…and Reba knew that everything about this moment was forbidden because he was married to another woman now.

"I'm not going anywhere, Reba."

Looking at him straight in the eyes, she asked, "And why not? Why can't you just leave me alone and let me live my own life without you in it!" Reba going to say more when suddenly she was unexpectedly cut off.

Brock placed one hand behind her neck and pulled her into a heated, passionate kiss. With his other hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist to bring her even closer to him. The blond was half expecting her to pull away with anger and smack him upside the head for what he had just done. Although, to her own surprise, Reba did not move away at all. Instead, she raked her hands in his hair and kissed him back intensely, never wanting the moment to end. The divorced couple ripped off each other's jackets in a flash and quickly transferred over to the couch. Brock slowly laid Reba down on it while their tongues continued to clash in fiery, hot passion. Once they were both out of breath, he tore his mouth from hers and started kissing her neck, almost desperately so. His hands travel where they desired and Reba couldn't help trembling in unexpected delight as she threw her head back to give him better access. It had been so long since she felt this way, plus after everything Reba had been through in the past six years she knew that she deserved this and more…

The redhead almost screamed out in pleasure when she felt her ex-husband's hands roaming underneath her blouse and reaching up to touch her bra-clad breast with his fingers softly. A light moan escaped from her lips and he quickly took his hands from underneath her blouse and started unbuttoning the small buttons one by one. As soon as he finished, Brock's heart raced with excitement when he saw her lacy, black bra and gently slid the blouse off of her body, dropping it on the floor. With lust in his eyes, he cupped her cheek with his right hand and leaned back down to capture her lips in another mind-blowing kiss.

Reba felt slightly self-conscious with the way she looked, but quickly remembered that they had been married for 20 years and he knew full well of what she looked like already.

"I love you, Reba. I love you…so much…" Brock spoke to her intently between kisses. "And I want you…right here…right now…." Then he threw his shirt off, tossing it on the ground, and started to slowly trail kisses down her neck.

Reba could feel herself falling in love with Brock all over again as they shared this forbidden, yet amazing moment together. Their blue eyes were locked into a gaze full of love and a blaze of desire. She was just about to kiss him with all the passion she could muster when suddenly everything blacked out and she heard the alarm clock go off in her bedroom. The redhead shot up from her bed in a light sweat and quickly shut off the alarm. Her heart was beating rapidly when Reba instantly realized—

"It was only a dream…"

(Later on that morning…)

Reba couldn't go back to sleep after the "nightmare" she had about almost making love to her ex-husband. It completely disgusted her to no end, and she couldn't find a reasonable answer as to why she would have that kind of a dream. The last time Reba had a dream about Brock, they were still "married" and Elizabeth wasn't alive. Hoping to forget the intense dream, she decided to make her bed, get dressed in her regular clothes, do her hair, then goes downstairs to the kitchen and make herself a strong cup of coffee.

"Mornin', Mom," she heard Kyra say as she entered the kitchen. Her youngest daughter had just finished toasting a bagel and was putting some cream cheese on it. "What are doing up this early? If I remember correctly, you're not exactly a morning person."

"I woke up really early this morning from a really bad dream after my alarm went off and I couldn't go back to sleep so I decided to get up," she responded in a monotone voice.

Kyra gave her mother a quizzical look. "Why did your alarm go off and why aren't you dressed in your church clothes? It's Sunday, remember?"

Reba let out a sigh and brushed her hair out of her face impatiently. "My alarm went off because I must've thought today was going to be Monday when I turned it on last night before I went to bed. And I'm not feelin' up to goin' to church so I called Barbara Jean and she said that she would take Jake with her today," she explained while getting the coffee ready in the coffeemaker.

"What was your bad dream about? It can't be anything worse than Van and Cheyenne singing karaoke songs," Kyra said with a smile on her face while quickly eating her bagel over the island countertop.

Reba immediately stopped pouring the water inside the coffeemaker and quickly recalled her dream. Brock was kissing her neck…touching her everywhere…driving her crazy with anticipation as their wildfire of passion grew more and more by the second. The middle-aged redhead shook away the thoughts when she felt Kyra tapping her shoulder.

"Mom, are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart. I just zoned out there for a moment. Sorry."

"I'll say," the teen musician said with an eye roll, and decided to change subjects. "I'm gonna head over to Mimi's house for a little while and then we're going to the mall later. I'll have dinner at her house, is that okay?"

"Yes, it's fine," Reba waved her hand at her and walked over to the table while she waited for her coffee to finish brewing.

"I'll be home around 10:00 tonight," Kyra replied while putting her black jacket.

"That's fine," then she kissed her daughter goodbye and watched her leave through the back door.

"God, I need some coffee!" then Reba got up to get a mug and poured herself some coffee before it finished brewing in the coffeepot.

(A few hours later in the garage…)

Reba was getting a load of laundry out of the dryer from inside the garage while the thoughts of her dream from last night were still plaguing her mind. The only connection she could find that would make her dream about Brock that made any sense was yesterday's little incident. The fact that he almost kissed her must've affected her more than she thought it would. The redhead kept wondering how in the world she was going to be able to look at her ex-husband in the same way again after having a dream that made her skin crawl and shudder at the thought, but the answer came to her quickly when she saw him walking through the garage side door and shutting it behind him.

"Hey Reba," Brock said hi to her with a troubling look on his face.

She closed up the dryer and finished putting the rest of the dry clothes in her laundry basket before responding to him. "I don't want to talk to you, Brock. I think we said enough to each other yesterday and I'm not the mood to play games with you. So go on home and just leave me alone."

"Look, about what almost happened yesterday, I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—." Reba cut him off before he could finish.

"Didn't mean to what—almost kiss me when your new wife was right inside my house? And that should make me feel a whole lot better now, huh? Well, I've got news for you, buddy, it doesn't! Now I've said it once and I'm gonna say it again. Get out of my house, Brock! I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't anything to do with you anymore." Then the angry redhead tried to push him out of her garage, but he quickly stopped her by grabbing her arms and letting them go.

"Will you listen to me for two seconds? God, I'm only trying to apologize to you!"

"Apologize? Apologize! I think I deserve a little more than an apology after what you almost did. I deserve an explanation! I deserve to know why you almost kissed me in my driveway when we're divorced and you're happily married to Barbara Jean now. Tell me why, Brock!"

"I don't know!" he yelled her, flinging his arms up in the air and then dropping them back down to his sides. "I don't know why I almost kissed you, Reba. I've been trying to figure it out all day, but I can't. I guess old memories of us being happily married came back to me and after we finished hugging I kinda got caught up in the moment. But I swear to you that I'll never do that again."

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because I would never to want do anything to jeopardize my marriage with Barbara Jean. We've been through too much already and I don't want to lose her."

Even though Reba knew that was a good and honest answer coming from him, she still felt a sting of upset by it. "Well, I'm glad to see that you're willing to try hard in at least one of your marriages."

Brock let out a loud sigh and rolled his eyes. "Reba, let's not go through with this again. Please! I've heard enough of it from you to last me a lifetime."

She gaped at him in shock. "You've heard enough of it! You're the reason it started, you mo-ron! So don't you dare start complaining to me because I didn't do anything wrong!"

"You kicked me out!" he shot back at her.

"You cheated on me!" she snapped at him.

"We were separated!"

"We were supposed to be working things out!"

"You didn't want to be with me anymore!"

Reba's eyes widened after hearing his last outburst and she became speechless. Brock quickly realized that he said the wrong thing by the look of hurt that was in her eyes. It was a look that he hadn't seen in her eyes since the night that she found out Kyra wanted to move in with him.

"You're right. You're absolutely right," she said with sarcasm and upset, looking at him like he just stabbed her in the back with a knife. "Why on earth would I want to be with a man who was one of my best friends in college, made vows with in church in front of our friends and family, had three beautiful children with, and was supposed to the person I grow old with? No, you're right, Brock. I didn't want you anymore; in fact I never wanted you at all. I was just waiting until the day I could throw you out of our house so you could go and ruin our marriage by having an affair that would break our family apart. Yeah, I'm the real reason our marriage didn't work out. You had absolutely no fault in it whatsoever."

Then she turned around with her back facing him, folded her arms across her chest, and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall any second. Brock quietly walked over to his ex-wife and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. He held her close and closed his eyes while Reba started to softly cry. Instead of pushing his arms away, she turned back around to him, wrapped her arms around him, and sobbed onto his shirt. About a minute later, he kissed the top of her head while Reba finished up crying. As she let him go and wiped the tears off of her face their eyes never lost contact.

"Just answer me this," she started to say after taking a few steps back. "Is that really what you thought? That I didn't want to be with you anymore when we started having problems?"

"Is it true? Because the way you acted towards me before we separated would've given anyone the impression."

"You didn't answer my question."

Brock let out a heavy sigh, looked down at himself for a few seconds and then looked back up at his first wife. "Yes, that's what I thought. We weren't communicating anymore and our problems with each other were being left unsaid every night we went to bed. And I guess it just got to the point where I thought there was no hope left us because you didn't want me anymore."

Reba remained quiet for a few more moments and then spoke up. "I know I sort of admitted this to you yesterday, but I want you to hear this from me in a more calm fashion and not us yelling at the top of lungs. When we separated…before you had your affair…I honestly believed that you would've eventually come back to us. That if we went to therapy together and started being honest with each other about the things that bothered us then maybe we would have eventually been a family again like I had wanted, but things changed after Barbara Jean came into our lives. And I learned that I loved the way my life was turning out."

"I know that and I'm sorry that things didn't work out for us, but what's your point in all of this?"

"The point I'm trying to make is that I admit deep down inside part of me still misses being your wife and staying home with the kids all day, but I like the way my life is now. Once we got divorced and I became a single mom, it made me realize that after what I went through…I could do anything now. I could even tell my family that your new wife is my best friend—and that is something."

Brock smiled, knowing she was just trying to be cute with him, but at the same time he also knew that she was being very serious—and so was he. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I hadn't had an affair with Barbara Jean or if I hadn't married her?"

Reba studied him for a moment and didn't say a word. She thought he knew that answer by now, although the question had never been brought up since the divorce. A part of her had always wondered if he was ever going to bring up the subject, so Reba was ready with an answer for him. "No, I don't. I knew you were going to marry Barbara Jean because after you admitted to getting her pregnant, I realized that our marriage really was over."

Without thinking, Brock stepped forward and asked her, "Why?"

Completely confused and surprised with what he was asking, Reba looked at him almost caught off-guard. "Why?"

The blond finally took a few steps forward and stood right in front of his ex-wife. He looked slightly down at her and gently looked into her eyes. "Why don't you ever wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently?"

Reba kept in eye contact with him, but took a few more steps back, not wanting to be this close to her ex-husband right now. The feelings of her dream were popping up in the back of her mind, though she didn't want him to see her look nervous. "Because that's all it is, and that's all it will ever be for us… Just a 'what-if.' I don't ever think about it because I've never had the need to think about it."

"So you've never woken up in the middle of night and wondered—?"

"Brock, stop this!" She cut him off once again with an extremely serious look in her eyes and held her arms out in front of herself. "You did this once to me before and it almost cost you your marriage to Barbara Jean, remember? Then I went through it again when I found out Jack was still married because he said that he wanted to be with me and not his wife. Now I know that you love BJ and you're committed to her because you've tried so hard to make it work between you two, but you've gotta stop this thing between us."

"What thing?"

"Telling me that you made a mistake after you left me, us getting along when you're having martial problems with Barbara Jean, and me always being stuck in the middle when things go wrong between you two. I don't want to do this anymore—I'm sick of it! I'm the first wife and I shouldn't have to be putting up with this crazy fiasco at all."

Now Brock was the one who was completely confused and lost with what Reba was saying. "What are you trying to tell me? Are you afraid that Barbara Jean and I will get a divorce?"

Reba closed her eyes while using every fiber in her being to control herself. She could almost feel her blood pressure rising by the second. Brock didn't understand anything she was saying, but the truth was so obvious. Why couldn't he see it! Why couldn't he see the thing that's been scaring her since the day she found out he thought he made a mistake by leaving her to marry Barbara Jean. This was her biggest fear, but in all the time they had been divorced, Reba had actually never admitted it to him.

"You're not listening to me, Brock! Why don't you understand what I'm saying to you?"

Brock grabbed her arms, pulled her closer to him, and kept Reba firm in place; his blue eyes were boring into hers while he hovered between impatience and confusion. "Reba, I am listening to you, but you're not makin' any sense here. Just tell me what you're so afraid of. Why do you always push me away like this when we're getting along?"

The redhead broke free from his grasp and angrily cried out, "Because I'm afraid I'll become the other woman!"

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