Reba drove to the store, then to the hotel. When she got there the kids were still asleep. She got lucky…this time. She knew she couldn't let anything like the happen again. Not with the kids here, not when she had someone at home.

Reba sat down on the couch, and thought to herself. She thought all about how last night was the best time she had had in a long time. Though she knew it was wrong, she wanted nothing more then to go back to Brock's house, right now, and tell him how much she wanted to stay with him. But she couldn't. The next time she would see him would be later that night when she dropped off the kids.

Most of all Reba felt bad for Jack. He was stuck in the middle. Reba did love him, but no one had ever compared to Brock. She didn't know why, but she knew that they were really meant to be together, it was just something she didn't want to admit to everyone else.

Kyra then walked over to her mom, "Good morning. What took so long last night?" She asked. "And is there a reason you haven't changed?" She wondered, looking at Reba's clothes from yesterday.

"The lines were so long at the store. And I was just about to get in the shower. If Jake wakes up make him something to eat, alright?"

"No problem."

"Thank you." She said as she walked into the bathroom. She took a nice, long shower, and then got ready.

Kyra and Jake ate, and then ran downstairs to the pool. They couldn't resist.

Reba started making sandwiches for lunch when she heard, what she thought was the kids, knocking at the door. She ran over to open it, and when she did she wished she hadn't. "Brock, what are you doing here?!"

"I wanted to see you."

"You can't just stop by whenever you please. What if the kids were here?! What would you say then?"

"It was a chance I was willing to take."

"What do you want?" She walked back over to the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she was making.

"You," he said jokingly, but really he did want her.

"Go home Brock."

"Why? Tell me you don't want me here, and I'll leave," he told her. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me here with you."

Reba turned and looked him in the eyes. "I don't want to deal with this right now," she told him, her voice cracking.

"Well I do. I found out, while sitting at home, that I don't like not knowing what my future is leading to. So we are going to settle this once and for all."

Reba looked up at him, saying nothing.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

Then she looked down at the floor. She couldn't look at him, "No." She lied.

"Ok, look at me." She did. "Do you love me?" She didn't say anything. She couldn't lie while looking straight at him, she never could and he knew it. "That's what I thought." He said. "Then we have a little problem."

"Yeah, but Brock, I don't want a problem right now."

"Well you can't stop love." He stated the obvious.

"But you can try," she whispered.

"What if I don't want to try?" He asked, taking a step closer. She responded with a step back, her back touching the sink behind her.

"Brock, please…," she begged. She didn't want to deal with any of this right now. He took another step in her directions, and she felt a million butterflies in her stomach. There was nowhere left for her to move.

Brock took another step towards her, to the point where their faces were inches apart. Then, Brock did what she knew he was going to do, he kissed her. Reba didn't stop herself from kissing him back, because she knew she wanted to be with him, but she started to whimper. She hated that what she wanted was so wrong. She hated that she was the bad guy. All of that mixed with hormones was just too much for her right now, and she couldn't help but cry.

Once the kiss got heated Reba stopped herself from crying and came to realize something: she didn't care what happened anymore. She was tired of running, and she was sick of pretending she didn't love Brock.

Right before things went any further the phone rang and she ran over, with Brock in hand, to answer it. "Hello?"

She dropped Brock's hand and moved her hand to the back of her neck when she found out who it was. Jack was calling to tell her how much he missed her. She felt so bad.

"Mhmm, yeah," Brock heard her answering to whoever it was on the phone, "Yeah, I miss you too. No, the kids are swimmin'. No I haven't seen him yet. Tonight. Yeah. Okay, well I gotta get back to makin' lunch." She told him. "Love you too, bye."

"Oh," Brock knew it was Jack. "I guess I'll go." He said. He thought Reba wouldn't want him here after she heard from her husband.

"No, don't go. We were just having fun," she told him with a devious tone.

Brock was surprised she could go from tears to wanting him to stay, but he remembered first hand what she was like when she was pregnant. He didn't want to take advantage of her, so he told her, "Maybe it's not the best thing right now."

"No, Brock, that's just it. I don't care what happens anymore. I love you."

"But what if later you realize that this really isn't what you wanted and you regret what you did?"

"You'd be surprised how many things I haven't regretted doing. And Brock, I've never regretted you."

Kyra opened the door for Jake, and then walked in, "Hey, Mom, is lunch ready? Oh, hi Dad." Kyra was surprised that her mother was in the same room and her father. She knew they had a messy history, and the fact that she even let him into the hotel room was a big shocker. She was a little suspicious.

"Daddy!" Jake ran and gave him a hug.

"Hey, can I talk to you outside?" Kyra asked her mom.

"Uh huh."

They got outside the door and her daughter asked, "What is he doing here?"

"He came by to say 'hi' to you kids. He was just about to go downstairs and watch ya'll swim for a while."

"Okay, just making sure everything is alright."

"Yep. Perfectly fine."

They walked back in, and again they would have to act like everything is completely normal…


It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only company I seek is misery all around
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone
And I know these voices in my head
Are mine alone
And I know I'll never change my ways
If I don't give you up now

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me

I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this

It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you

It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm not me