My Best Friend
A/N: Ok, so I am writing again and I can't sleep, so if this sticks it is because I'm living on 3 hours of sleep.
A/N 2: Ok, this takes place close to the end of the series. Everything is the same, including Brock & BJ divorce, but they will get divorced. Van was also never asked to work with Steve Norris.
A/N: In this story Henry is just about two. He is about ready to talk. (If that gives any hints.)
Summary: What if BJ did a bit more than drinking while she & Brock were separated. From there you will just have to read it to find out more.
Declaimer: I don't own anything but the story line.
Enjoy
Chapter Three: Unbelievable
Months pass by quickly for BJ, but for everyone else it went as slow as molasses. BJ would pop in every so often, and then she would run off to bars or clubs, or sometimes she would run off at days at a time.
While all this happened life had to go on for the rest of the family. Brock was hanging around Reba's house a lot more often, and Henry was there all the time. It seem like he had taken a liking onto Reba. When he would cry all Reba had to do was pick him up and he would be relaxed in a matter of seconds. She did love that little boy, even though he was conceived when Brock and she were still married. She thought it was not right to blame the kid, because he was not the reason her marriage ended; it was all her bone headed husband's fault or should I say ex-husband.
Just then Brock and Henry came thought the door.
"If I had known y'all would be here so much after we got divorced, I would have stayed married to you so I would not see you as much." She says with a smirk.
"Ha, Ha very funny. How are you Reba?" He asks, as he sets Henry down.
"I'm fine, but what are you doing here again?" she asks.
"Well, she's gone again. She has not been home in three days." He says sadly.
"Oh, Brock, we all knew she was crazy now this just proves it. Who would want to leave and miss out on playing with this little cutie?" she says playing with Henry.
Brock watches as Reba plays with Henry. Wow, she is such a good mother, and even to Henry. Henry really likes her too. Oh, she's so pretty, nice, kind, sweet and absolutely beautiful. Wait, stop! What am I doing, man you can't be falling for you ex-wife. She'd never take you back anyway, and right now she's playing with the child I conceived with someone else while we were still married! But she is so beautiful. Okay, stop it man! Act like you listening to what she's saying. He thought.
"Brock. Brock? Hello? Brock!" she screamed.
Her angelic voice broke him out of his thought. To him her voice was angelic even when she yells.
"Huh? What?" he says.
"Brock I was talking to you! See this is why we got divorce; you never listen to anyone!" she says.
She starts walking to the kitchen. He of course, follows her.
"So, where do you think she's gone to now?" she asks.
"I don't know, and frankly I don't care anymore." He replies.
"What, I thought you two were trying to work it out." She says.
"Reba, she never comes to the marriage councilors; she never sees Henry anymore. The only time he gets held with a mothers touch is when you hold him!" Brock says, and then thinks he should have left out that last part.
"Oh, so do you think you two will make it?"
"No, but you would not understand how it feels to just sit there at the councilor, just waiting for her to show up."
"You have got to be kidding. Don't you remember who you are talking to? I waited for you the same way you are waiting for BJ!" she replies quickly.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry for everything, I guess I'm in your shoes now, and I am so sorry for all the pain I caused you." he says.
"Brock, listen, I know you are, and I am past that now. Come on it's been a long time since we were married. I do hope you two will work it out. As I always say 'any marriage that came be saved should.' I know you two can make it if you try." she says.
"What if I don't what it to be saved? What if I wanted and still want a different marriage to be saved?" he says a little while after.
"What? What are you talking about?" she asks, a little shocked.
"Reba, what if I don't want to be married to BJ anymore?"
"Brock, we are not little kids anymore. You can't do something and then latter on take it back. You two need to work it out." She gets up to leave.
"Reba, wait!" he says.
"What is it Brock? What do you want from me now?" she asks.
Suddenly their lips meet. At fist she does not know what to do, but then she finds her self kissing him back. What is he doing; he can't do this to me. He's caused me so much pain, but it feels so right to have him in my arms again. He feels so good. Wait! What am I doing? I can't do this. He's my ex-husband! I can't do this to BJ, even though the mo-ron is never around anymore. I just can't do this. She thought.
She then pulls away. She walks quickly up to her room. She then turns on the radio, and a song that expresses all her feelings comes on.
Break Each Other's Hearts Again.
Do you still drank whiskey
Can I buy you around
If nobody's sittin' here
Do you mind if I sit down
I was nervous when I saw you
I almost walked away
And now I can't believe
What I'm about to say
(Chorus)
These arms wanna hold you
These lips wanna kiss you
These eyes are glad to see you
Baby I miss you
Let's drive each other crazy
Like we did back then
Why don't we get together
And break each other's hearts again
Maybe I've had one too many
I don't wanna say too much
We both know the reasons
Why we didn't keep in touch
We know good for each other
Still its hard to let it go
I'm trying to be strong
But babe you gotta know
(Chorus)
And loving you should be the last thing on my mind
It feel so good to let you hurt me one more time
(Chorus)
By the end Reba was crying quite hard into her pillow. How can he do this to me? She thought.
End of Chapter
A/N: Sorry for such a long wait. I have work & I was considering going back to school, but right now I working for a big promotion, so I am just going to continue doing what I a, doing, because apparently I'm doing it well. Thanks for reading. (I am hoping to update my other story tomorrow. I have a day off! Yes!) Until I write again.