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Chapter Five: Episode 6x18 – Brock's True Love

Brock stared at Reba without saying a word while looking like he just lost a game in golf. The redhead glared at him with daggers in her blue eyes, breathless with impatience as she waited for ex-husband to say something.

"I think I'm losing my hearing because—did you just say what I think you said? For a second there I thought you said you were afraid of becoming the other woman, b-but that's impossible, right, Reba?" the blond nervously asked his first wife with worried look of expression on his face.

With so much anger building inside of her, Reba didn't flinch to give him an answer. "I did say that, you mo-ron! I don't wanna be the other woman!"

Finally getting his head firmly into the situation, Brock nervousness and confusion quickly disappeared. "Why on earth would you think you could become the other woman? We're divorced now."

"As I recall, you were the one that almost kissed me yesterday while Barbara Jean was right inside my house," she said sharply with venom dripping from every word she spoke to her ex-husband.

Brock gave her one of his typical eye rolls and lifted his hands up in front of himself. "Can we just drop that subject now? It's over—nothing happened."

Reba swiftly walked in front of Brock and pointed a finger in his face. "And nothing will ever happen between us, Brock. Do you hear me? I don't wanna be put in that kind of situation and then get hurt all over again. You've given me enough heartache and grief to last me the rest of my life. Now I'm gonna say this for the last time. Get out," then she lifted right arm and pointed her index finger towards the garage door.

"But Reba, can't we just—?"

"I said out!" Reba barked at him, her anger was boiling to the top.

Brock gave her a look of disappointment and slowly walked out of the garage through the side door. After he left, Reba quietly pulled out the chair from her desk, cupped her hands in her face, and began to cry softly to herself.

"When is this ever going to end?"

(Later that night in Brock and Barbara Jean's bedroom)

"So how was church today, honey? Did Jake and Henry behave themselves?" Brock asked his wife as he pulled down the covers and got into bed.

Barbara Jean came out of their bathroom in one of her usual nighties and hopped into bed with him. "Church was good and the boys were fine. Reverend Yummy P—I mean, Reverend Parks gave us a very good sermon today," the goofy blonde gave her husband an innocent look for almost saying the nickname she gave her minister because she had a crush on him. Quickly changing the topic of the subject she said, "It's too bad that Reba didn't come with us. I wonder why not. She wouldn't tell me over the phone when I talked to her this morning. Do you have any idea, sweetie?"

Brock got very quiet and looked away from her, immediately recalling the argument that he had with his ex-wife only a few hours earlier.

"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! 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."

"Well, I'm glad to see that you're willingly to try hard in at least one of your marriages."

"Reba, let's not go through with this again. Please! I've heard enough of it from you to last me a lifetime."

"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!"

"You cheated on me!"

"We were separated!"

"We were supposed to be working things out!"

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

"Brock…" Barbara Jean called out to him from what seemed like a mile away in distance. "Brock, are you listening to me?"

"What?" he asked after snapping out of his daze. "What is it, honey? I didn't hear you."

"I asked you if you knew why Reba didn't come to church with me this morning. I mean, as long as Reverend Parks has been our preacher, she hasn't missed a single service. That cowgirl probably still has the hots for him even though she turned down his offer to go out with him last year."

"What?!" Brock yelled out, but quickly regretted it because he remembered that Henry was asleep just down the hall. Quieting down the volume of his voice, Brock turned around to his wife with a look of shock and disbelief on his face. "What do you mean Reverend Parks asked Reba out last year? And how do you know about that?"

Completely confused by her husband's sudden upset reaction to his ex-wife being asked out by another man, she decided to tell him. "Because he told me in his office that he wanted to ask her out. Obviously they never started dating because we never saw them together."

Something suddenly stirred in Brock. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a while. A feeling that gave him the motivation to closely keep an eye on Reba, to rightfully be the one to stand beside her—not some guy he knew nothing about—and the idea that no man could take his place in her life even though they were divorced now. It was Brock's idea of "looking out for Reba," but everyone else, including her, saw the feeling as—

"You see, at first I thought he was interested in me, but then Reverend Parks told me that he was actually interested in Reba instead. Can you believe that? A good lookin' man picking Reba over me—one of the odds, huh?"

Brock let out a sigh and gave her a bored look, slightly upset that she cut him off from his thoughts. "Of course he wasn't interested in you, Barbara Jean. He's a preacher and you're a married woman."

"Hey, that didn't stop Reba from going out with that cute plumber of hers back when you two were still married," BJ countered in one of her silly tones of voice.

Now he was really starting to lose his patience with his wife for bringing up yet another man that went out with his ex-wife. "We were getting divorced so there's a difference!"

"Brock, what's wrong with you?" Barbara Jean threw him a look of suspicion. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little jealous of those guys. Should I bring up Brian and Dr. Morgan and Ted to see if I'm right?"

The blond gave his wife a serious look and stared into her eyes. "I am not and never was jealous of any of those guys, but discussing who Reba has gone out with since I divorced her is not one of my favorite subjects to talk about before we go to bed. Now can we just go to sleep? It's getting late."

"Fine," Barbara Jean said in somewhat of an indignant tone of voice before shutting off the light on the nightstand and kissing her husband's cheek goodnight. Then she added, "But I'll tell you this: I don't think she wears her 'Sunday best' for the church choir if ya know what I'm saying."

Brock rolled his eyes in boredom and replied before turning over on his side, "Just go to bed, Barbara Jean."

(Three hours later….)

Brock looked over at the digital clock on his nightstand and it read 1:07 am. It had been hours since he said goodnight to his wife, who was sleeping peacefully while he was still wide awake. The blond couldn't figure out why he was having trouble sleeping. After a couple of minutes of contemplating what to do until he got tired enough to fall asleep, Brock decided to go get a midnight snack out of the kitchen.

Once he was in the kitchen, he opened up the freezer and pulled out the chocolate fudge ice cream, grabbed a spoon out quietly from the silverware drawer, and sat down at the table. After eating a few spoonfuls of ice cream, Brock knew that the midnight snack trick wasn't going to help. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, something was definitely troubling his mind and he knew exactly what it was.

Reba.

And when it came to Reba, there were only few people Brock could really talk to about her, especially since she didn't want to talk to him right now. He knew what he had to do. The blond went to grab the cordless phone fromon the hook, dialed a telephone number, and pressed it to his ear when he was finished. He heard the ringing sound three times before someone had finally picked up on the other line.

"Who the heck is calling me at 1:30 in the morning?" the voice of very familiar person said in an irritated tone.

"Mom, it's me and I know that you're up," Brock replied to her quietly, trying not to wake Barbara Jean and Henry.

Elizabeth almost jumped out of her bed when she heard her son's voice on the other end of the line. "Brock, are you trying to scare me to death? Why the hell are you calling me so late in the night! Are you having trouble with Barbara Jane again? Because if you are, I'm gonna come to down there right now and give that crazy wife of yours a piece of my mind."

"I'm not having any problems with Barbara Jean and there's no reason for you to come down here. Everything's okay between us."

"Then I'll repeat the question again and say it for the last time. Why are you calling me at 1:30 in the morning?"

Brock was quiet for a moment. He looked down at the floor for a few seconds and thought about how was going to start the conversation with his mother. "I need to talk to you about something important. You're the only one I can talk to about this and I want your advice on the situation."

Her son had finally gotten her attention. "What kind of situation, honey? It sounds serious."

"It is. That's why I called you now and not when everybody's up. I don't Barbara Jean to know about it."

"Why? Is it something embarrassing that you don't want her to know about?"

He grunted over the phone. "No. It's about Reba."

Elizabeth nearly dropped the cold glass of iced tea that was in her hands and slowly placed it on her nightstand. "What? You're callin' me at 1:30 in the morning because of Reba? This is serious! You haven't done that since the year you two were getting divorced."

"Yeah, I know," he admitted somewhat of an irritated and angry voice. "Now can we please back to my current situation with Reba?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. So what's going on with you two? Is she dating anybody?"

"No! And what does that have to do with anything?"

Elizabeth made a dull look of expression on her face and rolled her eyes. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"

"Mom…."

"Okay, okay, okay! Just fill me in on what's been goin' on."

"All right, it all started about a day and a half ago when I came over to her house to spend some time with Jake. I saw her washing her car in the driveway and then she accidentally sprayed me with the hose because she didn't hear me walk up. Then after I got dried off, I offered to help out. I soon regretted asking her that because my offer brought up an old memory of us washing her car together when we were happily married and then it turned into a huge argument about my affair. I told her why I couldn't go back to her after I got Barbara Jean pregnant and she told me that part of her will always be angry with me for breaking our wedding vows."

"Hm, I see."

"Anyway, once things calmed down, I told her that I accepted the fact that she would always be a little angry with me, then I said that she would always be my best friend and we sort of hugged afterwards," Brock told her mom while getting a little nervous around the end of his sentence.

"Now I know that something big happened because you only get nervous like that when you've done something stupid. Tell me what ya did."

"Hey!" he protested.

"I know you, Brock—better than most people do. Now I know that you did something to Reba, so just tell me what it is before I beat it out of you."

Brock was suddenly having second thoughts about telling his mother the rest of what had happened in the driveway or yesterday in Reba's garage. Maybe she wasn't the right person to tell these things to after all, but who else could he turn to now? Reba was still too angry to talk to him, and he sure wasn't going to tell his wife about what had been going on. He closed his eyes shut tightly, speaking out the words quietly. "I almost...I almost kissed Reba."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped in complete shock, not expecting Brock's unsettling news to be this big. "Oh, my God..."

"Mom, I know what you're thinking, but it was nothing."

Elizabeth was taken aback with anger. "Don't you dare play dumb with me, Brock! You can't fool me like you can with your wacky wife. I know you better than anyone—well, except for Reba. And you can't worm your way out of this one. I've told you this once, I've told you this a million times—your feelings for Reba are not gone. You still love her and you always will."

"Of course I love her. She's the mother of my first three children."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about and you know it. When you were getting divorced to Reba, you admitted to me several times that you still loved her as your wife and you wondered if marrying Barbara June was the right thing to do. You had doubts and when you're getting married to someone, you're never supposed to have doubts. Then after you were diagnosed with depression and you wanted to quit your dental practice to play professional golf, Barbara Jenny wasn't supporting you so you almost ended your marriage to be with Reba again. And when your wife lost all that weight and started acting like a new person, your marriage was on the rocks again because you were afraid that she would leave you for a younger man. So what does all of this tell you, Brock? When you hit the first big bump in the road in your marriage, what did you do? You went to Reba. When you thought your wife could have left you because she was changing everyday, what did you do? You went to Reba. You always find your way back to Reba because you're still in love with her and you can't deny that. It's the love and chemistry that you share that brings you two together. It always will."

Brock tried to swallow down the nerves that were building in the pit of his stomach and found his voice again. "You're wrong, Mom. I don't love Reba anymore—at least not in that way. I love Barbara Jean now and she is my wife."

"That's what you say, but then how do you explain almost kissing Reba if you don't feel that way about her anymore?"

Brock was going to counter his mother's argument until he was suddenly struck by a certain memory. It was the unforgettable couples' therapy session he had had with Reba two and half years earlier.

"I don't want to get along that well. Not after you told me you made a mistake after you left me."

"You told me that door was closed."

"Well, there shouldn't even be a door! There should be a brick wall with big ol' fence around it. Whatever it takes to keep you out of my living room so I don't have to think about how it was when we were together and it was so good."

"Oh."

"But there is a door. And it'll never be truly closed until you and Barbara Jean get back together."

"Reba, I hate to tell you this, but open or closed, if there's a door it's gonna be there whether Barbara Jean is the picture or not."

"You know what? I just wanna get out of here."

"Uh, one last question." Dr. Baker paused for a moment. "Do you two still love each other?"

Brock snapped back into reality, trying to hide the growing nervousness that was building inside of himself. "I told you what happened. We were talking about when we were happily married and I just got swept up in the moment. It was an accident and it won't happen again."

She rubbed her temples and tried to calm down. "Brock, you are my son and I will accept whatever you decide to do as long as it makes you happy, but I would be lying if I didn't say that a part of me has always wanted to see you two get back together. I know that I criticized Reba a lot over the years and told you that she wasn't good enough for you, but after I found out that you were leaving her because you got your dental hygienist pregnant, I realized how much I really did care about her as my daughter-in-law. She was your wife for twenty years, the mother of your children, and the woman that is truly in your heart. And I don't care what you say to deny it because I know that in your heart you know that I'm right. Barbara Annie may be your wife and the mother your youngest child, but she's not the one you really love…and she never will be."

"Mom, just stop it. I know that you've always thought someday Reba and I will eventually get back together because we're 'soul mates,' but it's not going to happen—even if I wanted it to."

"And why is that?"

"I saw how much I hurt Reba when I left her to be with Barbara Jean and I made a promise to myself that I would never do that again. That's why I always stopped myself from telling Reba that I still loved her as my wife during the year we were getting divorced. I didn't want to put my family through that pain again. Neither Reba nor Barbara Jean deserved that. Plus, Reba made it quite clear to me yesterday that she doesn't want me back because she doesn't want to become the other woman."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh. "Okay, I am going to try and get this through to you one more time, and then you tell me if I'm wrong. After all—you said that you wanted my advice."

Brock snorted with impatience.

"Do you remember when you and Reba were first getting divorced and she hired that plumber to fix her kitchen disposal?"

"Bill," he said with a slight growl in his voice.

"Yes. Do you remember how jealous you got? Or the time when Reba said she may have finally found 'the one' and you couldn't believe it. You got jealous again because you realized that someone else could have taken your place in her life."

"What's this got to do with anything? And I never said that I was jealous of them. You just assumed that."

"Honey, I wasn't even there and I could tell that you were jealous of them from you talking to me about it over the phone."

"Do you have a point to make because if not, I'm going to hang up right now out of annoyance."

"All right, here's the point I'm trying to make so listen carefully. In all the time that you've been divorced to Reba has she ever had a real serious relationship?"

"No, I guess not."

"Well, how would you feel if she came over to your house one day and told you that she was getting remarried? How would you feel about that? What if she and her new husband moved away from Houston or even Texas? Could you honestly live happily without Reba in your life everyday? You and I both know that she won't stay single forever. Reba will eventually find love again and when she does, will you be able to handle it? Can you really stand to see your ex-wife wrapped up in another man—hugging him, holding him, and kissing him while laying in bed together all night long—and not wish it was you with her instead?"

Brock couldn't say a single word to his mother, his breathing was becoming shallower and a million thoughts of "looking out for Reba" were going off in his head.

"Now I'm going to ask you this question once and I wanna straight answer from you. Who do you truly love, Brock? Which woman has your heart—Barbara Jean or Reba?"

Okay, that's it for now, reviewers! As you can all see, things are beginning to look very interesting and I love every second of it! Lol! And believe me when I say that things are just getting started…. Lol! What did you guys think of adding Elizabeth in the story? (She will only be in this chapter though.) Oh, did you like the part where I added that one scene from the "Couples' Therapy" episode? (That's like my favorite episode from the whole show!) Anyways, I promise to update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading and please review! Feedback is greatly appreciated!