The next day, Brock came home with the kids. He had left Reba alone for the day and took the kids out around the town to visit a few places. They hadn't been in Huston for too long, so he wanted to show them around town a little; show then what had changed since they had last been here.

Brock and the kids came in the back door, and they saw Reba making something in the kitchen. The kids blew it off and ran upstairs, but Brock stuck around. He walked up behind Reba and wrapped his hands around her and put his head on her shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked in an interested tone of voice.

"Makin' cookies," she told him matter-of-factly.

"And why are you making cookies?" he wondered.

"I'm not quite sure. I wanted some, and the kids will be happy," she said. She spun around to face Brock and he laughed when he saw she had some flour on her nose. He took his finger and whipped it off.

He had noticed in the short time that he had been home that Reba had been acting a little distant. "What's wrong?" he asked, taking her hands in his own and intertwining their fingers.

"Barbra Jean."

"Barbra Jean?" Brock said a little shocked, "what are you worrying about Barbra Jean for?"

"Well, we're engaged and you're still married. So am I for that matter," she explained.

"Oh," he let go of her hands and walked over to a little drawer next to the kitchen table. He stood there for a second and was looking for something.

"What are you doin'?" Reba asked, playing with her engagement ring.

"I'm…umm…," he wasn't really paying attention to speaking because he was too busy looking for a very important piece of paper, "Ah-ha!" He found the paper he was looking for. "I was looking for this," he said, walking back over to where Reba stood. He handed her a folded sheet of paper. She whipped her hands off on her jeans, which were already covert in a snowy-looking mess, and then took the paper.

Reba unfolded it in her hands and read what was written on it. A smile formed on her face and he eyes widened as she continued to read. "Surprise," Brock excitedly whispered.

The paper she had read was Brock's official divorce papers that granted him partial custody of his children. Reba was happy that he wasn't going to have to loose his children; she knew how worried he was about that. "This is great!" she told him.

"One down, one to go…," Brock hinted. Brock knew that Reba didn't love Jack; he knew that that part of her life was over; he knew that she was ready to let go, but he also knew that the way they left things between Reba and Jack would be hard to get out of.

Reba gave Brock a worried look and took a long, deep breathe out.

She knew that what she wanted Brock more than anything, but would she be strong enough to go through another divorce? She knew how messy they could get. Could she handle all of that right now?

Would anything or anyone get in their way??


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