A/N: Hi guys… thanks for the support and reviews are GREAT!

Ps. sorry if I confuse you, I am taking a part of season 4 about Brock and BJ's therapist and adding a bit from that, hope it doesn't annoy you.

Here's the next chapter.

He lowered his head into the crook of her neck. "I still love you," he murmured.

Reba pulled away then, as her head spun with thoughts of the past, memories that had almost killed her, because he had broken the promise of not loving her forever. Could she do that to herself again, could she do that to her children? Her head was spinning.

"Brock, are you kiddin' me, cause-"

He shook his head firmly. "I'm serious, Reba. I still…"

She held her hand up as a defense. "I heard ya."

He nodded understanding that that she had to get her head around it all before they started talking emotions. They had once been asked by a therapist, if they still loved each other, and a pregnant pause had followed, before either one of them had the chance to answer, they were interrupted by the presence of Barbra Jean. Now as they stood before each other, Reba knew the answer, whole-heartedly. No matter what happened between them later, there would always be a part of them that would belong to each other, a love that could never be tainted, a part of themselves that no one could take away.

"I should go…" she explained.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Sort things out."

She nodded. "You should talk to Barbra Jean and I'm gonna… I'm gonna think about this, okay?"

"Yeah, think about it…" he looked at her with that same desire she had felt for him in the early years of their marriage, when life was blissful and happy and Barbra Jean had never be known in their world. She had been nothing more than another face in the crowd of the passing people in Texas.

"Bye," she waved.

"Reba…"

She stopped in the doorway, and turned to him.

"Don't change your mind too much," he pleaded. "Please."

Reba only nodded.

As she entered the house, Cheyenne and Kyra were debating as they usually did. Cheyenne was saying something vain and conceited about her looks and Kyra couldn't help herself and had to respond with sarcasm. On this particular day, Reba's patience was thin.

"ENOUGH!" she screamed. "Can't the two of you just PRETEND to get along? ARGH! In this house its never-ending arguin' and fightin', just stop."

Both of them looked up dumb-founded. Reba's patience had always been high.

Cheyenne saw something in her mother's eyes.

"Mom, are you okay?" her voice gentle and patient.

"No!" she snapped. "Your father-" she stopped talking, afraid to say too much. Was it right to drag her children through his all over again? Then an idea occurred to her. "FAMILY MEETING!" she announced. "Two minutes in the living room!"

Within two minutes, more out of curiosity than obedience, Cheyenne, Van, Kyra, and Jake were seated on the sofa in the living room.

"Okay, mom, what was so important it took time away from Cheyenne's busy schedule of loving herself," Kyra said.

Reba shot a disapproving look across the room.

"Shut up Kyra!" Cheyenne responded. "I am ALLOWED to love myself."

"Yeah, just stop expecting everyone else to love you too," she shrugged.

"Mom, can I play by DS?" Jake asked.

"No," Reba replied. "I have some important issues to discuss with all of you… about me and-" she seemed to choke on the next words. "Me and your father."

Attention was suddenly on Reba Hart.

Of course I'm going to leave you with a cliff-hanger. But reviews tell me you want more, so I shall expect a full inbox by tomorrow. Lol! :D