-- 05 --

"So?" Helene was still waiting for her daughter's answer.

"Of course mama, he's the father of my children." Reba tried to be vague.

"Children?" Helene perked. Oops...

"I mean child, father of my child. The one I'm carrying" Reba quickly covered up, she hated to lie, but no use going to all the details.

"Oh that's why you have your mood swing!" A big smile spread across the old lady's face. "Now stop with fighting and kiss and make up!" Reba swallowed a lump in her throat.

"We'll do it after you go to bed mama." Brock chuckled and that just made Reba realized what she just said. "I mean kiss, we'll kiss and make up after you go to bed."

"Hey, you two are married, you can do whatever you want."

"Go to bed mama!"

"And don't let him sleep on the floor!"

"Okay mama, I won't." Reba gently pushed her mom out of the room.

"Oh now you're impatient!" Helene gave Brock a wink. Reba rolled her eyes. No way, she would win this case.

"Don't you have any idea!" She hissed at Brock who laughed the moment she closed the door.

"So no kiss?" Reba gave him her famous deadly glared "Alright, good night then." Brock settled himself on the bed. Reba's eyes widened. "I'll let you slide with that kiss and make up, but you promised your mom you're not going to let me sleep on the floor, and you're usually good at keeping your promises."

"Fine!"

"What are you doing?" Brock watched Reba setting the pillow and the blanket on the floor.

"Getting ready to sleep."

"Hey! I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor. Are you going to come to bed by yourself or you want me to carry you?"

"Brock, we're divorced, it's bad enough that we have to share the same room, I'm not going to share the bed with you."

"You promised that you would not push me away." Brock pouted

"And I'm also not gonna just lay still and let you have your way with me!"

"You don't have to lay still, you can move if you want." He kidded

"BROCK!" Reba didn't find it funny.

"Look, Reba, I'm not going to do anything to you. I swear. Heck I can't even do it with Barbra Jean when I wanted to without a little help of a little blue pill."

"Fine! But if you as much as lay a finger on me, I swear I'll break it in half!" Reba pushed him to the other side of the bed and put a pillow between them. Brock chuckled, that pillow wasn't enough to keep him away, it was her threat that he didn't want to challenge. He hoped she was referring to his finger. She turned her back to him and turned out the light.

"Reba..." He called her in the dark.

"What now?"

"You're not going to ask me about what I answered to your mom?"

"Nope."

"I mean it, Reba."

"I know you do, but it doesn't change a thing now, we're all moving on." Reba said with her voice steady, but her heart was trembling. "And to answer your question, yes I would have forgiven you. But since you didn't ask for forgiveness, and I didn't fight for you. Our marriage fell apart. End of the story." Brock was hurt by the tone of her voice. It was cold. Brock didn't know if she still loved him or not, but one thing he could be sure, she didn't care how he felt, not anymore. Brock pondered her comment. It was his fault, if he was loyal to her, she shouldn't have 'have to' fight for him, she shouldn't even been put in that situation. If he didn't drift away, they wouldn't be apart.

Reba lay awake in the dark. This was the third time now he was implying that he still loved her; he told Barbra Jean when he didn't know she was there and heard the whole conversation. He said he 'love' her when they first arrived, but Reba corrected him that should be 'loved' with a 'D'. And tonight he told her mom that he never stopped loving her. Why would he do this to her now that she was completely over him? She let out a heavy sigh.

"Can't sleep?" Brock also couldn't sleep either. He wanted to reach out and pulled her closer to his chest. But he had lost that right since he knocked up Barbra Jean.

"I'm not used to sharing a bed with anyone anymore." It was a simple statement that shouldn't have any affected on him, but it did. She was telling him that she had gotten used to him not being around anymore.

"I remember our very first night that we shared the bed." Brock reminisced "I held you all night long, I stared at you all night. I didn't want to fall asleep, because I was afraid that if I fell asleep and I would wake up to find out it was just a dream, that there was really no angel in my arms. But then I got tired and fell asleep. And I was so happy when I woke up in the morning and you were still in my arms, sleeping peacefully"

"I remembered the last night we shared a bed. We didn't talk, we didn't touch, and we had ours backs against each other. Not even a word saying good night. I woke up in an empty bed, you had gone downstairs to the kitchen, made your own breakfast, didn't even care to wait for me."

"Reba why do you always remember the bad things between us?" Brock sat up right.

"I don't know, Brock, why do you keep bringing up how good it was when we were together, when in fact we're not together anymore!"

"That's what I'm trying to correct!"

"Correct what? Forget about the mess that happened in the last six years and just get back together like nothing had happened? You do recall you have a wife and another son, don't you? What are you going to do with them? And don't I have a say on the 'correcting thing' you're trying to do?"

"That's why all I ask from you is not to push me away. I'm going to do my best to correct this mess; you don't have to do anything, but please don't deny me. If I can't win you back or if you eventually find someone, let that be my lost. I deserve it. I was stupid enough to walk away from you. But please just give me chance to do what I supposed to do six years ago." Even in the dark, she could see the devotion in his eyes.

"Do what you want, just don't invade my personal life. And don't expect for a minute there that I will fall for you all over again," said Reba lying back down.

"That's good enough for me. Good night honey."

"And don't call me honey!"

"Alright, good night sweetheart," said Brock with a chuckle.

"Brock!"

"Or you prefer darling?"

"Oh you mo-ron! Go to sleep!" Reba closed her eye and trying so hard not to smile. Reba woke up in the morning finding him staring at her with a grin. Reba narrowed her eyes in suspicious, checking herself to see if he had taken advantage of her while she was sleeping.

"Oh for the love of God, I didn't do anything!"

"Then why are you smiling? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Well, you said the last time we shared a bed, I left you waking up in an empty bed. So I waited. And it's nice to see you waking up in the morning again. I almost forgot how sexy you look in the morning."

"Oh shut up!" Reba got up before he could see her blush, and went to do her morning routine. Brock watched after her, there was a lot of things he should have done to show her how he appreciated her. And he promised to himself that's what he would do: show her his true feelings, let the love that he kept buried for the past six years surface.