"What do you mean? He is my ex-husband. There are feelings there. There always will be, it's just how things are. The main concern is just weather or not we choose to act upon those feelings, and back there, at my house, we slipped up. We didn't mean to hurt you Barbra Jean," Reba forced out. She saw the ache in Brock's face when she told this to BJ. Really, if she could, she would run away with Brock right now.

"So do you love each other?" Barbra Jean repeated, in a little bit quieter tone of voice. She was hurt by the mere idea of them together.

"Yes, I love Reba," Brock stood up. Reba quickly snapped her head in Brock's direction. What is he doing!? She thought. "I can't sit here and lie to you about it. I love Reba. I'm sorry Barbra Jean…" he looked down.

"Then get out," Barbra Jean whispered. He tone was so hushed that it was hard to hear. "Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" she then yelled. Her sudden rage scared Reba and she jumped back a little. "You too!" she pointed to Reba, "Get out of my house! Neither of you are welcome here anymore!" Barbra Jean was breaking down.

"Please…" Reba tried.

"No!" Barbra Jean walked over and opened the door for them to leave. Brock stepped out and Reba followed. They heard the door slam behind them, and Reba turned to face Brock.

"What was that!? We both know that you don't always think about some of the decisions before you make them. How do you know that this is what you really want? I don't believe that I could take you coming back followed by leaving me again because you decided that I'm not what you really wanted!" Reba said as her voice started to break on thought of him walking out on her again.

"Reba, I don't think you realize how much thought I have put into this decision. You are what I want; what I always have wanted. There is no way that you could get rid of my now," he smiled at her. He bent in his knees so that he could see her face. There was a visible tear running down her cheek, so he whipped it off. Reba then lifted up her head to look into his eyes. She smiled at him and kissed him and then they left for Reba's house.

"Looks like you are staying with me," she said with a laugh, "again."

"This should be interesting," he said with a chuckle.

Once they finally made it to the house they told the kids that Brock and Barbra Jean had a disagreement and that Brock had to stay here for a while. The kids didn't quite buy it, but they didn't argue. They didn't know what was going on, but they knew it had to be pretty big for their parents to be trying to cover it up with phony excuses. Reba ended up doing some laundry later that night, around 10:00, after the kids were in bed. She was sitting on the couch folding the last few shirts she had, and putting them into their proper basket when Brock came downstairs.

"Hey," Brock surprised Reba by walking in back of her and kissing the top of her head.

"Hey, where have you been?" she hadn't even noticed him around since they got home.

"I was upstairs talking with Jake."

"Until 10:00!? What where you talking about until 10:00!?" she asked, a little shocked.

"Nothing much. He wanted to know what was wrong with me and Barbra Jean, but I just told him not to worry about it. That we'll get this sorted out soon. And then he had a story to tell me about a boy from his school. God that boy can talk!"

Reba laughed a little to herself. She knew first hand that Jake was talkative. He could talk for hours on a subject that no one would even think there was that much to tell about. "Yes, that he can. Make yourself useful," she said pointing to a basket of clothes, "carry those to Kyra's room."

"Right behind you," he said as he picked up the basket. He followed Reba up the stairs and he dropped off the basket on Kyra's bed, where Reba would have put it. After that, he walked into Reba's room and watched her start to put away her clothes. They were talking and having a great time. It was nice to have him there again. Reba hung up her last shirt and then turned around to see Brock standing right behind her. He pinned her between himself and the wall. He then brought his head down and started to kiss her, feeling those soul-freeing wildfires they always felt together. The same wildfires that always left them both breathless and wanting more. Things started getting heavy and Brock finally found it in himself to pull away. "I better get back downstairs," he panted. His face inches away from Reba's. He pushed himself off the wall and started to turn around.

Reba slid a finger through one of the loops on his jeans, "No. Don't go," she whined. She tugged back on his jeans and she saw him turn back around. As soon as he let himself back on Reba's lips, butterflies swarmed inside her stomach. In a heated passion they moved their way over to Reba's bed and as soon as Brock laid her down onto the bed the butterflies that were once in her stomach fluttered their way throughout her whole body, causing Reba to tremble as she waited for what she knew what was going to happen.

Brock picked up Reba's hand, "Reba…" he looked at her a little concerned.

"Shhh," she put a finger over his lips and pulled herself closer to him.

"You're shaking honey."

"Don't stop," she told him, taking back her hand, and still going back to kiss him. He gave in, but she could still feel he was a little nervous. "I'm not going to break," she told him, and he knew it. He knew that it had just been a while since anything like this had happened for Reba, and he knew that she was still getting used to all of this. This was something new to her, besides the 20-some years they had already spent together. Reba was glad that this was finally happening. At this moment her future was as she would have expected it to be so many years ago.