Love by Love - 04
Reba spent her day trying to do everything she could before Kyra came back. If she had time, she could use the pool with her daughter. Kyra wanted to swim, but Reba had been busy and never had chance to teach her how. She prepared Kyra's cute little bikini bathing suit and ducky swimming ring. Reba smiled thinking how excited Kyra was when she took her to buy a bathing suit and told her that their new home had a pool. She bought a bathing suit for herself as well. She hadn't been in the pool since before Kyra was born. She wonder if she still had a body for it. She also bought a bikini. She never owned one before. She never felt comfortable showing off her midriff. However, now that she had her own pool, she could wear anything she wanted. She could even skinny dip if she wanted to: late at night when nobody was looking. 'Nha... too wild', she thought. She tried on a leopard-print bikini she bought and examine herself in the mirror. The doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock, Kyra must be back from the movie. She quickly wrapped her body with a bathrobe and opened the door for her daughter.
"Hi mom, I'm back. Are you taking a shower?"
"No, honey, we're going to swim. Are you in the mood for swimming?" Reba replied with a smile, ignoring Brock who stared at her legs. Kyra beamed, of course she wanted to swim.
"Can Cheyenne swim with us too?"
"You want to join us in the pool honey?" Reba invited Cheyenne. She nodded. Brock cleared his throat. "Your girlfriend was looking for you" Reba told him.
"Can Mr. H swim with us too mom?" Brock spread his smile from ear-to-ear.
"Honey, I'm sure he has something else to do," said Reba glaring at Brock hoping he had something else or somewhere else to go.
"I don't mind joining you. C'mon Cheyenne. Let's go get changed." Brock picked his daughter up and hurried to his house before Reba told him not to.
"Why do you like him so much?" Reba mumbled taking her little four-year-old to change. She changed to her bathing suit. She couldn't wear a bikini in front of him. She changed to a one piece swimsuit, sporty type. Reba applied generous amounts of sunscreen on her daughter and herself. They were both redheads and sun was their biggest enemy. Kyra helped Reba apply some sunscreen on her back too. Brock came in via the back and opened the door at the wooden fence that separated their houses. The previous owner let his family use the pool, so he knew his way in. Reba immediately wrapped her towel around her shoulders when she spotted him walking to the pool with Cheyenne. Brock stared at her beautiful long legs. He always admired her legs. They used to play tennis together. Reba would teamed up with Parker, and Brock partnered with Lori-Ann. His team always lost because he was distracted by Reba in her short white tennis skirt. And when she ran, her skirt flipped and his heart skipped a beat.
"Mom, can we go in now?" Kyra pulled her hand to get up. Cheyenne ran to the pool not waiting for her dad who seemed to be in daze. Reba shred the towel following Kyra to the pool. She sat down dipping her feet in the water, helping her daughter put on the swimming ring. "Ooh! The water is cold" Kyra quivered.
'Okay, the water was cold, not because of something else,' noted Brock staring intensely at Reba. She wore a sporty style swimsuit, but with a sexy back and the hourglass-shape cut at the front showing both sides of her midriff complimented her hourglass shape figure. She looked hot and sexy and she didn't even try to be. With that thought, Brock dove into the cold water at the deep end of the pool.
Reba slowly eased herself into the water. She held Kyra's hands teaching her to swim with her swimming ring. Reba let go of her hands and let her paddle on her own. She giggled when she started to float away.
"Daddy, are you alright?" Cheyenne was concerned seeing her dad struggle in agony.
"I got cramp," said Brock looking in pain trying to come to the shallow end.
"Gosh, why didn't you cry for help?" Reba immediately swam to him and helped him to the shallow end of the pool. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder feeling his feet touching the bottom. They slowly made their way up. "Are you okay now?"
"Not really, but mouth to mouth would certainly help." Reba blushed and pushed him back into the water. But helped him again when he groaned in agony.
"Don't you know you should warm up before getting into the water?"
"Well, I kinda have to jump into a cold water," said Brock ogling at her chest.
"You want me to push you back in there again?" She threatened seeing his gaze. Nevertheless, she helped him rest at the stairs and went back to play with the kids. Brock admired her.
"You guys want to play Marco-Polo?" Brock suggested after the cramp was gone.
"I don't-" Reba was outvoted when the kids shouted yes in unison. Reba had to find a blindfold and play with them. They weren't allow to go to the deep end since Kyra didn't know how to swim and Cheyenne was also just a beginner. Reba lost a coin toss, so she had to be it first. Brock blindfolded her. He spun her around and gave the kids a chance to get away. Reba listened to the voice and tried to reach for one of the kids. She got Cheyenne. Cheyenne got Kyra. And Kyra tried to go for her mom, but she got Brock. When Brock was blindfolded, he pretended to get close to the kids. The kids laughed and giggled and tried to swim away. They hid behind Reba. Brock seized this opportunity to throw himself at her. The kids laughed when the two adults sank into the water. Reba turned red and smacked his chest and she got out of the water.
"C'mon Kyra, we should get ready for dinner." She picked up Kyra wrapping a towel on her. Brock whispered something to Cheyenne and she giggled. Brock gently nudged his daughter with his elbow.
"Would you like to go to dinner with us, Mrs H." Cheyenne invited. Reba glared at Brock who was looking around the pool acting like he didn't know where that came from.
"Can we mom? I want to wear the new dress you bought me." Kyra cupped Reba's face with her hands pleadingly, making a cute little puppy dog face.
"Alright." Reba caved
"Yes!" Brock pulled his fist to the side of his body. "I mean, good. Cheyenne and I will go shower and get changed. We'll come here to pick you up in an hour?"
"We'll be ready." Kyra assured him. Reba rolled her eyes.
She showered with Kyra and helped her daughter dress first. Then she went to her room and pulled out her favorite pair of jeans and a white shirt. She tied her hair into a ponytail and slipped into a pair of boots and put on a little bit of make-up. When she came downstairs, Brock and Cheyenne were already there. Cheyenne wore a beautiful skirt and Brock wore his suit. Reba looked at herself, way under dressed compared to the rest of the group.
"Where are you planing to go?"
"I heard Kyra said she would put on a new dress, so I thought we'll go some where nice. Cheyenne wore her new dress too and she forced me to wear my suit."
"No I didn't. You-" Brock covered her mouth before she said more, but that didn't stop her. Reba could hear her voice behind his hand said 'you said we have to look nice for the beautiful lady'. Reba snickered seeing him blush.
"Alrighty, wait here I'll go get change." Reba disappeared back in her room. She had a dress she bought but never had chance to wear it since Terry was ill and she couldn't find an opportunity to wear: a little black dress. Brock was in awe when Reba glided down the staircase. She wore a short spaghetti-strap black dress with a V neckline exposing a glimpse of her cleavage. The side of the dress showing a little bit of her fair skin through the sheer mesh material. The skirt was short, few inches above her knees, but there was a split on the left side that revealed half her thigh. She also retouched her make up and tied her hair into a messy bun, a few strands of hair lingered at her shoulder.
"Wow, Mrs. H, you look beautiful, right dad?" Cheyenne nudged her dad with her elbow.
"Err... yeah... you look great. Very se... stunning." Brock swallowed the word 'sexy' back in his throat.
"I'm starving." Kyra complained. "Can we go eat?"
Brock picked her up in his arms. Reba took Cheyenne's hand walking to his car. "Where's Barbra Jean? Isn't she coming with us?"
"She went out bar hopping with her friends again I guess." Brock said with no emotion.
"Your girlfriend went bar hopping and you're okay with that?"
"Do you have booster seat for Kyra?" Brock changed the subject. He knew Barbra Jean was a wild woman. It was weird that she could be so wild during the week and every Sunday she would go to church and asking for forgiveness. She probably had been in every bar in town. But she had a thing for dentists. For what he knew, she dated five dentists that he could name immediately before she got together with him and two after she lived with him. Brock even commented that one of these days she would become some one's mistress if she kept dating married men. She thought that was bull. So to Brock, she was more of his roommate than girlfriend. Barbra Jean told Reba that Brock told her he wasn't ready for any serious relationship after divorcing Lori-Ann. He had learned his lesson.
Brock drove them to a nice Italian restaurant. The waiter had a weird look on his face when Kyra ordered Mac & Cheese. Cheyenne ordered stuffed pasta.
"Tuscan Chicken Salad for me please." Reba handed the menu back to the waiter. Brock ordered Chicken Parmigiana and a bottle of Chablis. "Should we really be drinking?"
"Just to enhance our meal. I'm not trying to get you drunk." Or at least he wasn't try to get himself drunk. Who knew what could he have done if he was drunk. They enjoyed their meal and conversation. When the bill arrived, Reba was going to pay for her share, but Brock wouldn't let her. "Considered this a thank you letting us use the pool." If it wasn't because the kids were there, this was almost like a date.
Brock dropped Reba and Kyra at their home and drove back to his. Waiting in the living room, Barbra Jean pouted.
"Where have you been?"
"We went to dinner with Mrs. H and Kyra." Cheyenne answered innocently.
"Cheyenne, honey, can you go to your room and let daddy have a word with Barbra Jean?" Cheyenne nodded and skipped to her room. Brock waited until she was out of the earshot. "What's matter?"
"You're going out with her? Brock I'm your girlfriend!"
"You're my girlfriend? What's your relationship with Dr. Schnowski?"
"He's a friend." Barbra Jean mumbled her answer.
"Look Barbra Jean, I don't care what's your relationship with Dr. Schnowski or Dr. Schmith, or any Joe Schmo. Just leave me alone, okay?" Brock brushed her off, she was about to ruin his perfect day.
"I'd stop seeing them if you say you love me." Barbra Jean stated firmly.
"Good night Barbra Jean." Brock walked away from the argument and went to his daughter's room. Barbra Jean stormed off again to have a late night dinner with her 'friend'. Meanwhile at the next door neighbor's house. Reba helped her daughter brush her teeth and get ready to bed. Kyra told her about the movie and how she liked Mr.H. Reba smiled tucking her daughter in. She secretly had to admit, her evening was great too.
"Daddy," called Cheyenne as Brock was tucking her in.
"Yes honey?"
"Is it wrong that I'm jealous of Kyra?"
"Why are you jealous of Kyra?" Brock sat at her bed talking to his daughter.
"She has Mrs. H. as a mother. Mom isn't like that." Cheyenne sighed.
"Your mother loves you honey." Brock almost lied. He was surprised that Lori-Ann could work at a pediatrician's office as a receptionist knowing how much she disliked children. Even Reba joked about that when she first found out where her friend worked.
"You know daddy, if Mrs. H is my mother, I'd be a happiest girl on earth." Cheyenne announced with a big smile.
Chuckling, Brock replied. "If she's your mother, honey, I'd be the happiest man on earth."