Road Trip To The Destiny - 14
Brock was singing in his sleep, and was woken up by Reba pounding his chest.
"Ouch! Ouch! Awwh! What's that for?"
"You mo-ron! What the heck happened to 'I didn't pack the little blue pills with me' crap?" Exclaimed Reba, after recollecting what they had done all night.
"Apparently, with you, I don't need it." Brock still grinned and tried to hold her hands and make her stop hitting him. "Honey... You're not regretting this are you?" He pulled her head down to his chest trying to stop her from struggling.
"I wanted us to take it slow." Reba pouted.
"I didn't rush through the process, did I?" Brock kidded, "Well then I should pay extra attention next time."
"That's not what I meant!" Reba hit him again while turning red. "I wanted us to go on at least a few dates, getting to know each other again. I guess that ain't gonna happen anymore, is it?"
"We'll still go on dates. We'll be boyfriend and girlfriend. I'll pick you up from home, and we'll go on a date, then I'll drop you off and collect just a good night kiss." Brock buttered her up. He came this far. He didn't want to lose her for any reason. He'd do everything to keep her.
"But we have nothing left to look forward to." Reba placed her hand on his chest, twirling his chest hairs around her finger.
"Honey, I'll always look forward to the next time, every time. And we have plenty to look forward to. Like what will you be wearing before I take it off." Brock kissed her on the top of her head and wrapped her closer to his body.
"I have headache, and I'm in pain all over, and I'm cold," complained Reba, shivering. Brock repositioned himself so he could pull her even closer to his chest. Reba felt a little weird... Of course she was satisfied from last night, but her whole body was in pain. "Can you sing to me again?" Reba requested, snuggling in his arms and closing her eyes and slowly falling asleep, listening to his voice. Brock felt her body was a little too warm. He placed the back of his hand on her forehead, her face looked flushed, her skin felt hot.
"Oh no..." Just as he suspected, Reba had fever. They couldn't go home yet because it was still raining. And Reba felt cold while her body temperature rose. Brock blamed himself for taking her out on a bike ride in the rain. And she was cold from the air conditioner that set to very cool when she was soaking wet. He extended their stay until at least the rainstorm cleared. Reba still didn't have any dry clothes to wear. He made sure he tucked her in the bed and raised the room temperature a little, to warm her up and he put on his damp clothes, and rode his bike in the rain to go get medicine at a pharmacy, and went to a store to get her some new outfit that she could wear. He got something for himself as well. He returned to the hotel, soaking wet from the rain, but he got all essentials they needed. He took his wet clothes off and wore a towel. He measured her temperature, and confirmed that she had fever. He used a wet face clothe to wipe her arms, legs and joint to reduce the heat. Although Reba was a strong person, but when she was sick, she wouldn't try to be stubborn. She let him take care of her.
"Is it still raining?" Reba opened her eyes and saw Brock's hair was wet, while he was giving her a sponge bath.
"Honey, if you want to go home first, I'll call Van to pick you up, and I'll slowly drive home. We're only about three hours away," suggested Brock, his voice filled with worry.
"No I want to stay here with you until it stops raining. I'd rather ride around with you." Reba smiled. Even when she was sick, her smile was still beautiful. Brock tucked her hair behind her ears and looked deep into her eyes, telling her how much he loved her without even letting out a sound. Reba's eyes started to water. She could read it from his eyes. He silently apologized for everything he had done. She could see their future in his eyes. She could see they grew old together. She could see his devotion.
"Why are you crying?" Brock wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks with his thumbs. He smiled, and held her head against his chest. Reba was speechless and silently let the tear fall. "I ordered some chicken noodle soup from the hotel's restaurant. It should be up here soon." Brock pet her back. And just like on cue, room service knocked on the door. Brock went to open. He wore just a towel, his head still wet from the rain. He got the tray from the guy and set it on the table, before he returned back to the bed and helped her up. He just realized that she still wore nothing. He picked up the stuff he bought and brought out a set of flannel pajamas for Reba to put it on to keep her body warm.
"You shouldn't have gone out in the rain."
"Honey, you need medicine. And as much as I enjoy seeing you naked, but you need dry clothes to keep you warm, so you'll feel better soon." Brock felt the fever starting to get a hold of him too, but he ignored his own illness. It was Reba that he worried about.
"Did you get some dry clothes for yourself too?"
"I do, got a pair of jeans and a T-shirt." Brock went to get a glass of water for Reba, so she could take medicine to reduce the fever.
"Can I see what you got for me?" Reba requested with a loving smile. Brock leaned over to kiss her flushed cheek and went to get the bags to show her what he bought. He got her a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve cotton shirt.
"I sent both jackets out for dry cleaning. So our jackets will be dry by the time we go back home." Reba smiled taking her medicine and went back to bed. Brock had taken care of her. He hardly slept at night; he gave her a sponge bath a few times to reduce her temperature. When Reba broke a sweat when her fever was passing, she kept kicking the blanket off her body during the night, Brock made sure to cover her under the blanket to keep her warm. They spent about three days in the hotel until Reba was well enough to go home, and the rainstorm had passed.
"Thank you for taking care of me for these few days." Reba thanked him with a sweet kiss. She wasn't sure if it was because she wasn't feel well or Brock's body was a little colder than usual. "Brock are you all right?" She put her hand on his forehead checking temperature an old fashion way.
"I'm fine, honey. Just a little bit tired, that's all. I'll have a good night sleep tonight and we'll head back home tomorrow morning." Brock brushed of a strand of her hair to have a full view of her beautiful face.
"Brock... Are you being nice to me because I need you lately? From my mom being sick, and I need mental support?"
"No Reba, I'm here with you because I want to be," answered Brock staring in to her eyes. "I don't care if you need me or not, but as long as you still want me. I'm here. I'm tired of being a hero. I don't want to be a hero anymore. I just want to be a husband: your husband." Reba had misty eyes from his sincere comment. She kissed him with all her heart.
"That's all I ever wanted." Reba whispered into his ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he laid her down gently on the bed. "I don't regret what happened between us, Brock. And I won't be." Brock grinned before planting a romantic kiss on her lips. He took her comment as permission to let him do what he pleased. They woke up in each other's arms just like a few mornings ago, but instead of hitting him. She smiled sheepishly at him and greeted him with a good morning kiss. Brock looked tired and exhausted, yet he grinned from ear to ear. He helped her to his Harley and told her to hold on tight. The weather was a little cool from a few days of rain. Reba felt Brock was shivering in her arms. She started to worry.
"I'm fine, honey. We're almost home." Brock let go of one hand and placed on hers that wrapped around him. Reba kissed his shoulder. Brock talked less than when they went to the beach. Reba assumed he could be a little tired. Once they got home, Reba would tell him that he could rest in her room. She would cook his favorite meal and have romantic dinner together, and she would tell him to screw that 'taking things slow'. He wanted her and she wanted him. That's all that mattered. "We're almost home" said Brock, his voice trembled a little. He safely stopped in her driveway.
"Thanks Brock. I really enjoyed our little trip together." She pecked his cheek getting off the bike. The moment she stood on her own two feet, Reba screamed at the top of her lungs.
"BROCK!!" He fell to the ground, taking his Harley down with him as he blacked out.