There was no sign of Brock anywhere, only a gentle fire's glow lighting the room. Reba grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her nightgown. She made her way to the couch and stared at the fire. Reba loved to watch the flames dance through the air. Brock came out of the kitchen silently and saw Reba just sitting there. Brock smiled as he walked up and sat in an armchair.
"What are you thinking about?" Brock asked startling Reba. Reba blinked a few times letting her eyes adjust to the person in front of her. Brock was concerned for her. "Are you ok?" He moved over to the coffee table.
"I'm just tired," Reba replied. "But I couldn't sleep so I came out here." Reba shivered a little as she spoke. Brock moved next to her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. Reba was too tired to fight him so she just leaned into his embrace.
"How long have you had trouble sleeping?" Brock asked gently tracing circles on Reba's arm. Reba turning her head slightly to look at him as she spoke.
"I haven't really slept well in a few months," Reba sighed as she rested her head back on Brock's chest and stared into the fire. Brock froze for a second. They separated a few months ago. His mind started racing with thoughts from the past few months when suddenly he looked down at Reba. Her breathing was slow and regular. Brock smiled when he realized she was asleep. He didn't want to wake her up so he gently kissed the top of her head and fell into a blissful sleep.
Morning found them wrapped in each other's arms. The fire had died out and Brock was the first to wake up. He was surprised that somehow in their sleep Reba and him managed to lie down and now she was sleeping peacefully on top of him. Brock admired the woman before him. He knew he still loved her. That's why when she asked for a divorce he gave it to her. He only wanted to make her happy. Brock felt Reba starting to stir. Slowly her head lifted up and their faces were only a few inches apart. Brock smiled and pushed a lock of her wild red hair back into place.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Brock asked. Reba quickly became aware of her surroundings. She gently pushed herself off of Brock.
"Uh...yeah," Reba blushed slightly. Brock sat up next to her.
"Reba, it's ok for us to sleep together. We, technically, are still married," Brock stated. Reba awkwardly turned to him and smiled.
"I know but this is the first time we've spend the night together since the separation." A look of uncertainty crossed her face. "I don't want to get used to sleeping together if we're just going to go our separate ways when we get home." Reba was now standing with the blanket draped around her shoulders. Brock stood up and walked over to her. He sometimes forgot how much smaller than him she was.
"What if we don't go our separate ways?" Brock asked. Reba gave him a confused look. "I still love you Reba."
