Sorry for the long wait, I got really stuck with this story and didn't know how to go on. Hope you enjoy this!!

Reba immediately pulled back, shocked to hear her son's voice, "Jake?! What are you doing here, honey?" She tried to sound cool and calm, but inside she was shaking. That was close. She didn't even want to think of what would have happened if Jake hadn't walked in on them.

Jake walked into the living room and looked at his parents sitting on the couch, clearly uncomfortable. What he didn't know was if they were uncomfortable with each other or with him. He didn't even want to think he might have walked in on something, it was just too disgusting to think his parents could be doing anything else than look at each other. "Joey's sister went into labor and they had to go to the hospital…" He explained, slowly walking around the couch. "They asked me if I wanted to go with them, but I have seen way too many childbirths already, for my taste…" He chuckled. "So, what- Mom, what happened to your leg?"

Reba smiled a little at the genuine concern on her son's face, "It's nothing serious, honey… I broke my ankle last night… I'll be fine…"

"You broke…how…? Where…?" Jake stared at his parents, completely shocked.

"It's nothing serious, Jake…" Brock finally spoke up once he was able to keep a steady tone of voice. "Your mom wasn't feeling too well and she fell down the stairs, nothing big…"

Reba quickly nodded and smiled, "And your father came to check on me and took me to the hospital…"

"And spent the night here…?" Jake asked suspiciously.

Reba swallowed hard, "Well…yes…" She glanced at Brock, silently asking for help.

"Here on the couch, son…" Brock quickly added.

Jake smiled and pulled his father in a hug, "Thank you, dad, I would have felt bad knowing mom was alone while she wasn't feeling good…"

Brock hugged him back and quietly sighed in relief, "No problem, buddy… I wouldn't have left her alone…" He smiled and patted Jake's shoulder. "Well… I guess it's time to go now, though… There is no need for me to stay, since you are home…" He glanced at Reba, who nodded slightly.

"No, wait dad… Why don't you stay for breakfast?" Jake looked at him and smiled.

Brock chuckled, "You just want someone to make you breakfast since your mother can't, don't you?"

Jake smiled somehow bashfully, "Wouldn't you?" He chuckled.

Brock laughed at his reply, then got more serious again as he saw the look on Reba's face, "Well, I don't think it would be a good idea anyway… Your mom will be tired, she should rest…"

"And your father will definitely have other things to do…" Reba added, nodding.

Jake looked between his parents and sighed, "Well, the problem is I have a soccer game to play in a couple of hours… and I don't want to leave you alone, mom…"

Reba smiled tenderly, "Aww, don't worry sweetie, I'll be fine…"

"Well, I can stay…" Brock cringed a little watching Reba's expression turn from sweet to killer. "I don't have anything to do anyway…"

"That would be awesome, dad, thanks…" Jake smiled and hugged his father again. "I'll go set the table in the kitchen."

Reba waited for him to be out of the living room before glaring at Brock, "You don't have anything to do?" She hissed.

"Nope, nothing at all…" He smirked.

She clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, "I swear I'll pay you back for this…" She mumbled, picking up her crutches and standing up to slowly make her way upstairs.

Brock watched her climb the stairs slowly and smiled, subconsciously noticing how cute she was when she was irritated. He was looking forward to spending the day with her, even though he knew she would have been sulky all day, but he could handle that if it was the only way to be close to her.

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Still pouting, Reba slowly dragged herself into her bedroom and threw her purse on the bed, walking into the closet.

She still didn't know what the heck had gotten into her. What was she thinking, almost kissing her ex-husband? It was the stupidest thing she had done in quite a while, and thankfully her son had come into the room first, or else she didn't know where they would be now… Probably making out on the couch like two teenagers.

She knew it was dangerous to have Brock in the house, there still was a lot of unresolved feelings and attraction between them, the tension was evident and she didn't know if she would be able to resist the temptation. And what if she couldn't? What would they do if something happened? She didn't even want to think about it.

Shaking her head, she started to look into the closet for a skirt she could wear, since she wasn't able to wear pants with the cast on. Finally she pulled out a white skirt and a light blue top and walked back into the bedroom, starting to get dressed as she thought of a way to get rid of Brock.

"He can't stay here today too… it would be insane… not after what happened earlier, I won't take the risk to fall for him again…" She mumbled to herself. "But gosh, did he smell good…" She added with a sly smile, closing her eyes for a second. Then she shook her head quickly as soon as she realized what she said. "Wait a second, I can't say stuff like that… It's exactly because of thoughts like that one that I found myself in that embarrassing situation earlier, and I'm not gonna let it happen again…"

Nodding to her own words, she got dressed and slowly walked into the bathroom, to do her make-up and hair. Once she was done she checked herself in the mirror and smiled to what she saw. "It's not like I'm prettying myself up for him…" She told herself in a convincing tone. "I'm doing it because I like to…" She scoffed at her own words and shook her head, "Yeah, right…"

With a sigh she walked out of the bathroom and back downstairs, slowly making her way into the kitchen.

"Hey…" She smiled at her son sitting at the table.

"Hey mom…" Jake looked up for a second from the magazine he was reading, immediately turning his attention back to it.

Reba chuckled to herself and glanced at the other side of the kitchen, where Brock was busy with cooking. "Can I help you with something?" She asked softly. She had made up her mind and decided she would be nice and pleasant and maybe he would get tired of her agreeing with everything and would leave.

Brock turned around and smiled, "No, I can handle it… Just sit down, honey…"

"Don't 'honey' me…" She glared at him and sat down. So much for being nice and pleasant, but there was just so much she could take.

"Sorry…" Brock chuckled a little and flipped the pancake in the pan, moving it to a plate already filled with pancakes, then he put the pan in the sink and took the plate, bringing it over to the table. "Here you go…" He smiled, setting the plate down in the middle of the table.

"Thanks…" Reba mumbled, looking down, still a little sulky.

"Thanks, dad." Jake smiled and grabbed a couple of pancakes, putting them on his plate and pouring a generous amount of syrup on them before starting to eat.

"I wonder how he can eat so much and be so slim…" Brock chuckled and shook his head, sitting down across from Reba.

Reba couldn't help but chuckle a little, "He is young, he could eat a whole cow and not gain a pound…"

"I wish I could do that, but sadly everything I eat stays right here…" Brock laughed and patted his belly.

"You look pretty good to me…" Reba replied without thinking and her eyes went big as she mentally kicked herself.

An awkward silence fell between them and Jake looked at his parents, pretty much unaware of what was going on.

"I meant as in…" Reba started to explain but she couldn't really find the words. She meant as in what? She only meant as in 'I would like you even if you gained a thousand pounds', and she knew that. But she definitely wasn't going to tell him.

"I know, it's okay." Brock quickly added, trying to make it less awkward for the both of them. But did he know? Not really. He could only hope she meant that she still liked him, but he wasn't sure and he wouldn't keep his hopes too high.

"Good…" Reba's voice was barely more than a whisper as she looked down and resumed eating, trying not to look at him.

The phone suddenly started to ring and Reba instinctively started to get up, only to be stopped by Jake, "I'll get it…" He smiled and got up, walking to the phone, "Hello?"

"Hey Jake, it's Cheyenne…"

Jake smiled, "Hey Cheyenne…where are you?"

"At the water park with the kids… Look Jake, I don't have much time, I tried to call mom yesterday but until late she wouldn't pick up… Is she there now?" Cheyenne's voice sounded worried, she had never been away from home without knowing where her mother was and to think she wasn't home until late night made her hysterical.

Jake nodded, "Yes, she's here… Don't worry Cheyenne, she's okay, she wasn't home until late last night because she was at the hospital-"

"THE HOSPITAL??" Cheyenne cut him off and started to pace nervously. "What happened? Is she okay? Why was she at the hospital?!"

Jake's eyes went wide as his sister started to shoot question after question and he quickly handed his father the phone, "She's hysterical, talk to her." He said, walking out of the kitchen.

Brock chuckled and took the phone, "Hey Cheyenne…"

"Dad! What are you doing there, what happened?" Cheyenne seemed even more worried as soon as she heard her father's voice, if he was there that meant something serious had happened.

"Cheyenne, calm down, it's nothing… I am here because Jake asked me to, and your mother just broke her leg. It's nothing serious, really…" Brock patiently explained.

Cheyenne took a deep breath, "How did it happen?"

"She fell down the stairs, she…" Brock quickly debated whether saying the whole story or omitting some details. He smiled when Reba hastily shook her head no. "…she slipped and fell down the stairs."

Cheyenne narrowed her eyes, "It was her blood pressure again, wasn't it?"

Brock sighed and turned to Reba, shrugging, "She got it…" He mouthed, covering the phone with his hand.

Reba rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Dad?"

"Yes, it was her blood pressure, Cheyenne." Brock patiently answered.

"And why weren't you gonna tell me?"

"Because I didn't want you to freak out."

"Oh…" Cheyenne paused for a second, thousands of questions crowding her mind. "Well, what did the doctors say at the hospital?"

"They are keeping her monitored for 24 hours and they put her leg in a cast. She broke her ankle."

Cheyenne sighed, still worried even though his father words were meant to reassure her, "Did you stay with her last night?"

Brock swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes, I did… on the couch…" He threw in, just to clarify the whole thing.

"Good… thanks dad…" Cheyenne smiled. "But I need you to do something else for me."

"What is it?"

"I need you to stay with her until we are back." Cheyenne said firmly.

Brock felt his forehead get damp with cold sweat. He could do that, he would love to. But how was he supposed to tell Reba?

Reba, in the meantime had gone on eating and was now slowly standing up to get some more orange juice from the fridge. She was sure he could handle the thing with Cheyenne, she didn't need to pay close attention to everything he said.

"Cheyenne, those are three days… you know that is pretty much impossible…" Brock tried to say, swallowing.

"Dad, please… I don't want her to be alone and I can't ask Jake to stay with her all the time… But if you have other stuff to do that is more important than mom, then…" Cheyenne smirked, trying to pull at the right strings that she knew would make him cave.

Brock sighed, "Oh come on, of course nothing is more important… but… you know how hard it will be to convince her, don't you? How am I even supposed to tell her?" He turned around and froze as he saw Reba looking at him with a killer look on her face.

"Tell me what?"