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Chapter Seven: A Few Romantic Surprises

Reba looked calm, but panicked on the inside as soon as she heard her daughter say that she heard someone else in the room with her. She didn't want Kyra to know that her half naked father was hiding in the bathroom, especially after what they had just done for the past couple of hours.

"Mom, did you hear me?" the redhead teen asked her mother. "I said I thought I heard someone else in here with you."

"What? You thought someone else was in here with me? No, of course not, honey. I was just listening to the radio while I was getting ready for bed. Well, I was actually tryin' to find a good country music station to listen to, but all I've been able to find is those stupid talk-your-head-off commercials instead."

"Oh," Kyra said, seeming to believe her mother's lie. "Okay, whatever. Jake and I are making some sandwiches and then he's going to bed. I made him work his butt off in practice tonight."

"All right, I'll be down there in a few minutes to say hi to Jake before he goes to bed."

"'Kay, see ya down there," then she walked out her mom's bedroom door and shut it behind her.

Reba made a sigh of relief while putting a hand over her heart. "Thank the Lord she didn't catch us!"

"Is she gone yet?" Brock whispered in the bathroom.

"Yeah, she's gone," the redhead said as she turned around to see that her ex-husband had gotten all of his clothes back on.

An uncomfortable silent grew between them when they're eyes met. They were both thinking the same thing—where did they go from here? After the experience they just shared, Reba wanted to know where they stood with their relationship. Was there a future for them now? Was Brock going to leave Barbara Jean for her and then they could finally be a family again? Could she really let him do the same thing to BJ like he did to her all those years ago? Everything was moving so fast.

"Brock, what are we going to do now? How we going to explain this to everybody? We're divorced and we just—," Reba was suddenly cut off by Brock swiftly moving across the room and pulling his ex-wife into a passionate kiss.

Reba didn't resist him, she couldn't. The sparks between them grew into a flame in seconds. When her lips parted, Brock took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and once again let his hands wander where they desired. His kisses were filled with love and desperation, almost to the point where she felt lightheaded. It took every ounce of strength in him not to pick Reba up, place her on the bed, and make love to her all night long, but he knew that they couldn't. The kids were right downstairs and Barbara Jean was probably going out of her mind with worry, wondering where he was and why he wasn't home. As soon as they ran out of breath, they broke apart, but Brock kept a firm yet gentle grip on his first wife. "I know what we did, and I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if we made a mistake."

"Well the thought did occur to me when our youngest daughter almost caught her divorced parents in bed together."

"We love each other and our love isn't a mistake…even if we do have to hide it at the moment."

The redhead laughed for a few seconds, but then became serious again. "Where does this leave us now?"

Brock sighed and told her what was in his heart. "Reba, I can't lose you for a second time. You're the one I want to be with. I love you."

Reba couldn't help but to blush slightly and look down for a moment to hide it. "So does this mean you want us to get back together?"

He smiled at her and leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet kiss. "What do you think?"

She smiled back at him. "I'll take that as a yes." Then something quickly dawned on her. "We've gotta get you outta here while the kids are busy in the kitchen."

"Okay, let's go."

They quietly slipped downstairs, made sure that Kyra and Jake weren't in the living room, and slowly opened the front door for them to walk out on the porch. As soon as they were both outside, Reba closed the door behind her and was suddenly pressed up against it. Brock attacked her lips intensely and pulled her close by cupping his hand on the back of her neck, holding his jacket in his other hand. The divorced couple kissed for about a minute until the redhead broke it off and breathlessly said, "Brock, we can't do this out here. The kids could have seen us and I don't want them to until we've talked to them and Barbara Jean."

"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. It's just…I don't want to leave you. I want to hold you in my arms and never let you go."

"And you can, but not tonight. We'll talk more about this later."

"All right," he agreed, giving in. "Goodnight, sexy."

"Goodnight, Brock," then she gave him one last kiss for the night and watched him leave. After he was out of sight, Reba walked back in the house and headed to the kitchen to say goodnight to her children before going to bed.

(Four days later…)

Reba walked through the front door of her house with the mail in her hands, hung up her jacket on the coat rack and said, "Jake, I'm home!"

"He's not here right now," a familiar voice told her.

The startled redhead dropped the mail she was looking through, bent down to collect it and looked up to see her ex-husband smiling at her, coming over to pick up the stuff with her. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to scare you, honey."

He helped her up after they finished picking up the mail and Reba smacked his arm. "The next time you're here don't sneak up on me like that. You almost made me jump out of my own skin."

"Thanks for the warning," Brock said while rubbing his arm where she hit it.

"Well, maybe you should…wait a second. Did you just say that Jake's not here right now? Where is he?"

"Oh, he called on his cell after school and asked me if he could spend the night at a friend's house since it's a Friday night. I said yes and got the kid's home phone number just in case. It's on the refrigerator."

"And if I remember correctly, Kyra said she was going out of town for the weekend with her band for a gig."

Brock grinned and said, "Uh-huh. Plus Barbara Jean and Henry went to visit her parents in Lubbock for the weekend."

Reba smiled back at him and slowly walked closer to him. "So if they're all gone, then I guess that means…"

"Hey, Mr. & Mrs. H!" Van said, walking through the front door without knocking. "How's it goin'?"

"Then I guess that means we're still not alone." Reba and Brock stepped back away from each other and both looked up to see Van. Cheyenne came through the door with a huge grin on her face only seconds later. "Mom, Van and I decided on what to call the baby: Ethan. His name is going to be Ethan James Montgomery. Isn't it perfect!"

"Oh, that's wonderful, Cheyenne," Reba told her oldest daughter while giving her a big hug. "So what happened with Cody? Didn't like it?"

"No, we did, it's just we decided to keep looking through the book in case we found something else that we liked more and the name Ethan popped up."

"And Ethan is the character of the guy who partnered with Kenny Rogers in his Gambler movies, remember, Mrs. H? You love that country western stuff," Van told his mother-in-law and then winked at her.

Brock and Reba merely rolled their eyes in annoyance. (A/N: After I bought and saw the Gambler Returns, I've been dying to add a hint of the movie in my story just like the writers did in the show. Lol!)

"So you guys decided to name both of your kids with E's, huh?" Brock finally decided to speak up in the conversation.

"Oh yeah, that's right! It's Ethan and Elizabeth. I didn't even realize that before."

"Believe me, Van, we're not that surprised."

Reba giggled for a second and asked, "Hey, where is Elizabeth at?"

"She had a play date after school with one of her friends and we should be on our way picking her, but I just had to tell you guys the good news first," Cheyenne explained.

"I'm very happy for you, sweetheart."

"Yes, me too," Brock said and walked up to his daughter to plant a small kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, Daddy. I love you both. Bye!"

"See ya later, Mr. & Mrs. H," Van said goodbye and then the young couple left the house, closing the front door behind them.

Reba smiled as watched her kids leave and looked back around at Brock. "I'm so glad that things are working out for them. I know how excited they are about having a boy this time, especially Van. I remember when he first found out that Elizabeth was a girl. He was so disappointed."

"Yeah, finding out you're having a girl when you want a boy is tough on a guy."

The redhead gave him a look and said, "Excuse me? I thought as long as they're healthy and loved is all that matters."

"Uh…I mean—yeah, that's all that matters," Brock replied, beginning to look nervous. "You know what? We gotta go upstairs. I've got a surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?"

"Well, if I told you what it was, then it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" he asked Reba as he led her upstairs towards her bedroom.

They walked into the bathroom and Reba gasped in shock at what she saw. It was dimly lit by candles that were placed in various spots all over the room, soft music was playing through the radio on top of the sink, red rose petals were spread everywhere, and the bathtub was filled with bubbles and a light scent of lavender. "Oh my gosh… Did you do all of this Brock?"

"No, I got our 13-year-old son to help me out," Brock said sarcastically as he slipped an arm around her waist. "Of course I did all of this, what'd you expect?"

"But why?"

"Baby, if you haven't figured that out by now, then we need to have a serious talk."

Reba smacked his chest lightly with the back of her hand and looked around the bathroom again. "It's so romantic. Thank you, Brock. I love it," she told him with a smile and reached up to kiss him gently on the lips.

"Hold onto that thought. I've got another surprise for you. I'll be right back," then he walked out of the room and went down to the kitchen. Brock grabbed the chilled bottle of champagne out of the frig and placed it on the small tray he already set out earlier with two wine glasses. He picked it up carefully and walked back upstairs. When the blond got into the bathroom, he saw that his ex-wife had already gotten undress and was in her bathtub, the soapy bubbles went almost up to her shoulders.

"Care to join me?" Reba asked him in a sexy tone of voice. "The water's nice and hot."

Brock grinned at her tempting offered and set the champagne down next to the bathtub, kneeling down to her level. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his next surprise and said, "You got us champagne? Oh, you've thought of everything tonight, haven't you?"

"That's what I'm here for," the sandy blond said and started opening the bottle. After he got it uncorked, Brock poured the champagne into the wine glasses and handed one to Reba.

"I would like to make a toast to the woman I love. You've been a part of life for over 30 years and have always been in my heart. I honestly can't imagine my life without you in it, Reba, and I want you to know that I will never hurt you again. I love you so much."

With tears in her eyes, Reba said, "I love you too, Brock, I always have. You're the only man I have ever truly loved and I have cherished the years we've had together. They've been the best years of my life and I can't wait to make more wonderful memories with you in the years to come."

They clanked glasses and took their first gulps of the champagne. Then for the next 20 minutes the divorced couple laughed and played with the bubbles. They gave each other sweet kisses, whispered sweet nothings, and drank some more of the champagne. After Reba started draining the bathtub, Brock grabbed a clean white towel and wrapped it around her body, then she got out of the tub.

The redhead put her arms around his neck and they gazed at each other in the bathroom for what seemed like forever. Brock leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, but their kisses soon turned passionate and he gently carried his ex-wife into their bedroom. He placed her on the bed, bent down to her level and started kissing her neck. She sighed contently and leaned her head back to give him more access. Reba knew that no man could ever make her feel the way she felt right now, and that's probably why she still loved him so much, but also knew that they needed to clear the air about one more thing before they went any further.

"Brock, wait," she said while putting her hands on his chest and gently pushing him away. "Before we do anything else, we need to talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? You love me and I love you, that's all we need to know."

He captured her lips in another kiss, but Reba quickly stopped him. "No, I'm serious. We really need to talk about this."

Brock sighed impatiently and gave into her demands. He moved over beside her on the bed and said, "Okay. I'm listening."

"How and when are we going to tell Barbara Jean and the kids about us? We can't keep doin' this. You saw what almost happened the other night with Kyra. It's not right. We're divorced and you're a married man. I mean, do you realize what people are gonna think of us when we tell them that you're leavin' your second wife to go back to your first one. And our kids…they've had to deal with so much already, plus there's Barbara Jean… Lord, I can't believe I've done the same thing that she did to me and she's my best friend. I've actually become the other woman in your marriage."

He took her hands in his and looked at her with a gently look in his blue eyes. "Reba, first of all, you're not the other woman. Secondly, we're not doing this to hurt the kids or Barbara Jean. This happened for a reason—it's because we love each other. And thirdly, I really don't care what anybody says. As long as I have you, I'll be happy."

Reba couldn't help but smile at Brock's words. "Really? You mean that?"

"Of course I do. You and the kids mean everything to me. Don't ever doubt that for a single second."

"Thanks, Brock. I needed that," then she cupped his face with her hands and briefly kissed him.

Brock wrapped his arm around her again and picked up where their conversation left off. "And to answer your question, I think we should tell them on Sunday when Kyra gets back from her gig so we can get it out into the open as soon as possible."

"Yeah, I think you're right. So should we tell them all together or separately?"

"I think I should tell Barbara Jean by myself, that way it won't be as hard on you."

"All right, then I'll talk to the kids. I get the feeling that I'm the one they're going to want to talk to about this once I've told 'em the whole story."

"How do you think they'll take it?"

"I don't know. My guess is Jake won't care much about it since he was so young when we got divorced. Cheyenne is going to be upset about it, but once we talk things through to her, I think she will understand and accept it."

"And Kyra?"

"Kyra's the one I'm worried about tellin'," Reba admitted quietly. "She was with Barbara Jean the first time you two were separated and I know it's gonna kill her to see BJ go through this. I don't want Kyra to hate me for loving you."

"She's not going to hate you. In fact, Kyra will probably be more upset with me because I'm the one leaving Barbara Jean to be with you. But you know what? We're gonna get through this because it's just you said that one time: we're survivors. And I think that I should be the one to tell Kyra about us."

Reba was surprised and taken aback by this. "No, Brock. You don't have to do that for me. I can tell her the truth with the other kids."

"I know you can, sweetheart, but I believe it's the right thing to do. Kyra lived with me almost her whole way through high school and she should hear this from me. I'll tell her with Barbara Jean on Sunday while you talk to Jake, Van and Cheyenne, okay?"

"All right," Reba nodded in agreement. "It's settled then."

"Good. Now where were we?" he asked her a low, sultry voice as his eyes were grilling hers.

The redhead giggled and smiled as she felt him tease her with butterfly kisses on her neck. "Brock Hart, is that all you ever think about?"

"No, but right now all I can think about is you and how much I love you."

"I know how much you love me and I love you too." Brock responded by pulling her into a heated kiss. Before they knew it, they were lying down on the bed together, removing their clothing, and making sweet love.

(The next morning)

Reba woke up the next morning and suddenly realized that Brock wasn't there sleeping next to her. She quickly began to wonder if he left her. "Brock! Brock, are you here?"

To her immense relief, the redhead immediately saw her ex-husband, who was now wearing blue and green flannel pajamas, coming through the door of her bedroom with a tray of food. "Don't worry, I'm right here, honey. I just got up early to make us some breakfast."

Brock set the tray on his empty nightstand and climbed back into bed with her. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her close to him. Reba laid her head on his chest and closed her blue eyes peacefully. She felt so safe in his arms that she never wanted him to let her go.

"You didn't treat me this well when we were married. Maybe we should've done this years ago."

Brock smiled and held onto her more tightly. "So are you hungry?"

"That depends. What did you make and is it all burnt?"

"I made poached eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee—plus, as you can see on the nightstand, I didn't burn any of it."

"Well, I'm very impressed. Maybe there's a good reason to keep you after all."

Brock gave her a devilish grin and tickled her. "You mean you're not just keeping me because you love me and I'm a great kisser."

Reba laughed and tried smacking him to stop the tickling. When he finally creased the tickling, she breathlessly replied, "I might have said that I love you, but I never said you were a great kisser."

"Oh, really? Then how about I persuade you?"

"Persuade me? And how do you plan on doin' that?"

Then in the next two seconds, Brock captured Reba's lips in a kiss and wrapped his arms around her body. She was surprised by this, but nonetheless responded back by wrapping her arms around his back. When his mouth quickly traveled down to her neck, Reba asked him, "Brock, what about breakfast?"

He lifted his head back up and looked into her eyes. "Stick with the program, babe. Breakfast can wait 'til later. All I want right now is you."

She gave him a small smile and brushed her fingers through his sandy blond hair. "Well, I'm all yours and you're all mine."

"Just like it should be."

And there it was, the words of reassurance that she had been secretly waiting for. Brock was really coming back to her and their family. After everything they had been through in the past six years, Reba was finally getting a chance to rebuild her white picket fence life. It may not look the same as before, but it was going to stand up again and she truly felt grateful for that. "Yeah, just like it should be."

That's it for now! I thought this chapter was a really sweet one. We needed a sweet one in here after all the bickering those two went through in the pervious chapters, huh? Lol! I hope that you enjoyed it.

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