After the party, Reba and Brock were sitting in the living room fingers entwined. Reba was resting against Brock and he had his arm around her shoulders.
"Can you believe we've been married twenty five years?" Reba shook her head. She still felt this was strange. "It's not been easy, but I'm glad you let me come back from the condo." Reba nodded. She would have to get used to this life. She was still married to her best friend. This was the most interesting thing they had experiences. She loved Brock and this was definitely going to take some time. Brock rubbed her arm and she smiled. Reba knew what was going on. If there was one thing Brock wasn't, it was subtle.
"Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Do you?" He asked. Reba stood up and held his hand.
"Can you make it all the way upstairs old man?" Reba questioned with a smile. He leaned in and touched his head to hers.
"You bet I can." He smiled. Brock swept her off the floor.
"Brock, what are you doing?" Reba asked.
"I'm trying to be cavalier. Let me do this."
"You are going to throw your back out. Put me down." Brock frowned. "I'm not going to expect you to stop. Just let me walk on my own." He nodded. They walked up to the door. Reba put her hand on the door knob and Brock kissed her. She laughed.
"I can't open the door if you won't stop that." He kissed her again. Then Reba turned and opened the door.
An hour or so later, Brock sat on the edge of the bed. Reba lay covered by a sheet against the head board.
"Brock?" She asked. He looked at her.
"Yes?"
"I love you." She leaned up and meeting halfway they kissed.
"This had been a wonderful day. First, a party from the family and then spending the evening with my beautiful and spunky wife." Reba smiled and her cheeks turned the color of her hair. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." She shook her head.
"You didn't." Reba replied.
"I have to go downstairs."
"Why?" Reba asked.
"I'm old and I'm hungry." He laughed. Reba kissed him again.
"Okay." She watched him walk around the room to find a dress shirt and then he walked down the stairs. She was starting to like this. She knew what she felt, and she knew that she wouldn't let Barbara Jean rock her marriage again for anything.