Reba had some more time to think on her walk to Brock's house. She happened to think about what they had done. Did she really love him? She didn't know. She was so confused. She hadn't thought that this would have ever happened. Did she really want this? She was torn.
On one side, she didn't want this. She never stopped loving him, but she knew he was off limits. If they got back together she would be hurting all of the one's she loved, and possibly, in the end, hurting herself.
But on the other side, she really wanted this. This is what she had always dreamed about. Her and Brock together was what she saw the future 23 years ago. She knew people would get hurt, but she deserved the chance for happiness again.
She finally made it to Brock's house and she heard Barbra Jean yelling. It was muffed by the door, but she could hear it. Reba let herself in and Barbra Jean turned towards her with a bat in her hands. "Whoa!" Reba put her hands in front of her face. She ducked down and to the side.
"Yeah! That's right! Walk away!" Barbra Jean was blowing this out of proportion. Brock was standing behind Barbra Jean and he grabbed the bat from her hands.
"Ok, let's talk about this rationally," Brock said calmly, as he set the bat aside.
"Yes, and without weapons…" Reba said as she motioned Barbra Jean to the couch.
"What is there to talk about?! I just saw my best friend and my husband making out in the kitchen!! What are we supposed to rationally talk about?!" she said in a rage.
"Calm down," Reba started talking because Brock didn't know what to say, "I know that it sounds bad, but it's not, don't worry. Brock is here, home, with you now. We just slipped up. We were talking about older times, and we just lost control for a second." Reba was lying, she knew it. She didn't want to hurt Barbra Jean, but she knew she wanted Brock. This just wasn't the right time to say anything.
"This is a big deal for me Reba," Barbra Jean argued.
There was silence for a few seconds as Barbra Jean staired into space trying to think. Her mind was fogged by the image of Reba and Brock earlier that evening. They had nothing to say to each other. Reba and Brock just looked at one another, for answers that were unknown to anyone.
Then the silence was broken. Reba and Brock were caught off guard but Barbra Jean's question, "Do you love each other?"