"Brock! Come back," Reba yelled out to him. She was walking behind him, but he wasn't slowing down so she started to chase after him. "Brock. Stop!" she said stopping him. "It's not what it looks like."

"You weren't just kissing in there?!" He demanded.

"He kissed me," Reba told him, her voice cracking. Brock just shook his head and kept walking. "No! Brock! No!" Standing there she screamed through the tears that were now running down her face.

She was starting to break down. She ran back up to him, and she tried to pull him back, but when Reba pulled him back he pushed her away, and she landed on her knees in the grass. "Brock! No! I didn't kiss him back!" she screamed after him. She put her head in her hands and sat there thinking, how could he do this to me?

"No, please!" She begged, "Don't go. Don't leave me here! Please," she tried to yelling, but couldn't. It came out in more of a whisper.

She heard the car starting and she was getting more and more nervous. "No!" she cried out. She pulled herself up off the ground and ran in front of the car so Brock couldn't go anywhere. "Listen to me! I didn't kiss him! Brock, I swear!" She bawled.

"Reba, get out of my way!" He warned.

"No! Brock! I didn't do anything wrong!" She hollered at him, still sobbing. "Please!"

Brock noticed she was trembling, and he turned off the car. He sat there for a second, and then he got out. "Please don't go," she begged, trying to stop crying but she couldn't. "You have to believe me, I didn't do anything. I was there in the room, and he came in and he was trying so hard, but I told him 'no'. He just didn't listen to me, and when you walked in, he wouldn't let go," she attempted to tell him over her tears. She was so upset she was almost hyperventilating.

He walked over and pulled her into a tight hug. "Alright, ok, it's fine. Shhh…," Brock said in an effort to calm her down a little. She was shaking in his arms, and Brock was trying to sooth her a bit to talk to her. "Shhh, honey, you're alright," he said.

She was holding on so tight to him that he realized how terrified he had made her, and he instantly felt horrible. He didn't mean to scare her like that. Reba just pressed her face into Brock's chest and continued to cry.

"It's ok. You're alright. Calm down."

"No, I'm not alright! You almost left! What if you left me again?! What do I do if you're gone?!"

"Baby, I'm not going to leave you. Never again," he promised her. He rubbed her back, letting her continue to let it out. He knew sometimes she just needed someone there for her, and now more than ever she needed him to be there for her.

After a little while, he finally got Reba to calm down a bit, "I love you," he told her, whipping a tear away from her face.

She put on a little smile and said "I love you too."

"You ready to go and get the rest of your things?" He asked her.

"There is only like 3 boxes left, can you run up and get it? I'd rather wait in the car," she hinted to him that she didn't want to go back in around Jack. She knew that what she did hurt Jack, and she didn't blame him for trying, but what he did was going too far.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be right back." He kissed her forehead and held onto one of her hands until he was too far away to hold it anymore.

Once Brock got the boxes into the car, they left. The two of them drove back to pick up the rest of the family from Reba's mother's house, hand-in-hand the whole way there.

Brock stayed in the car, and Reba ran up to the house to get the kids. "Thank you so much mama," she really appreciated her mother watching the kids on such short notice.

"Anytime!" Her mom said, kissing the kids as they left.

"Here is the new number, alright? I'll call you tomorrow, don't worry."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Her mother pulled her aside and asked. She knew how much Reba loved Brock, but she didn't want her little girl getting hurt again.

"I'm sure. I love you. I'll call you. Bye," she said giving her mom a hug. Then she walked back out to the car, and they were off. They had tickets back to Texas that night on a red eye flight and it was getting late.

Once they finally got home the kids were zombies. Totally dead. Only Cheyenne actually changed into pajamas before she hit the sheets. Brock and Reba stayed up putting everyone's things away. Once then finished they weren't tired enough to sleep, so they made some hot chocolate and sat on the couch listening to the radio, just talking.

"Wow, how long has it been since we just sat and talked?" She asked.

"Too long," Brock said, pulling her closer so he could wrap his arm around her.

The song on the radio changed and Reba jumped. "Oh! I love this song!" She told him. She set down her cup, and pulled Brock onto his feet. He set down his cup as well and followed Reba to the open area by the front door.

They were perfectly content just dancing until Brock leaned down and kissed her. Brock's kisses always left her weak in the knees and wanting more. They started to back it up until Brock had Reba pinned up against the wall, her hands in his above her head. Brock let their hands fall from the wall and he held tight to her hips.

Brock pulled away, leaving Reba breathless. She gave him a confused look, trying to remember how to breathe.

"Close your eyes," Brock panted. Reba did as she was told and closed her eyes, when her lips met with Brock's again. Reba felt Brock take her hand again, but there was something in between her hand and his. "Open," he whispered into her ear. He turn their hands so that his was on top of hers, and then he let go. Sitting in the palm of Reba's hand was the most beautiful silver engagement ring. "Marry me?"

Reba gave him a devious smile and pulled him closer again, until their faces were inches apart. "Yes," she whispered, breathing hot air onto his lips. It sent shivers down his back, and then spent the night together, closer than ever before...


I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out