Love by Love - 17

How do two people like us ever happen to meet
I think about that
Was the timing just right
Was it just that the night was so sweet
I think about that
Was it chemical, physical, what was the deal
Or did some kind of magic turn out to be real

Might be how you kiss and hold me tight
When we're walkin', honey, underneath the moonlight
Might be how it keeps on getting better
We haven't even talked about forever
I just know that we're so good together

When did we cross that line
And just happen to find we're in love
I think about that
Was it you, was it me
Who could see we'd turn out to be us
I think about that
We could spend all our time trying to figure it out
And not be any closer than we are right now

"We're so good together, aren't we?" Playing with driftwood he pulled away before Reba sat on it, Brock commented when the music stopped with a charming smile. Nearby was a group of people who had some kind of beach party. At first Brock was going to take Reba to go a little further so they could have a private moment. But when they started to sing, the song kind of hit them, so they sat down on the sand and listened. Reba had to find out who recorded this song, so she could by the CD.

Smirking, Reba denied. "We don't know yet, but we'll have to find out. But so far so good." Especially right now, when he kissed and held her tight. He spun her world upside down. Reba had never felt this way with any one before: even with Terry. She loved Terry, but their love was like two mature people who looked at what was best for them and their future. Their love was always polite and respectful for one another. Reba accepted his proposal mainly because she knew; Terry would never do anything to hurt her. She was the love of his life. It was the right thing to do to say yes when he proposed. Reba could have listed many reasons why she married Terry: love was somewhere down the list. But with Brock, she felt like she was just introduced to a new dimension of love, lust and passion: wild and reckless. Love, probably was the only reason why her hand was in his right now.

They walked hand in hand back to their hotel. Reba giggled when she saw the two kids had somehow ended up falling asleep in the same bed.

"Kyra must have wakened up and didn't see us, so she cuddled up with Cheyenne." Brock stated trying to carry the girl to his bed, so Reba could lie down. Kyra swung her arm at him. "Okie…" Brock stepped back with his hands up in defeat.

"I'm tired…" Reba yawned. Slipping under the blanket, she said. "Just stay at your side, okay?" Brock beamed and slipped under the blanket next to his favorite redhead. She turned to his side and noticed he was staring at her. "What?"

"No, nothing…" Brock had a silly grin glued on his face. "It's just hard to believe that we're here, in the same bed."

"Well, you can go sleep in the tub if you want," quipped Reba.

"No, no," Brock pulled her closer to his body.

"What did I tell you about staying at your side?" Reba pretended to resist, but eventually let him nestle her.

"I'm still on my side." He chuckled boyishly. "I love you, Reba," said Brock planting a passionate kiss on her lips. Reba immediately reacted to his kiss. The wildfire was really uncontrollable. Everywhere his hand touched seemed to burn into her delicate skin. How lustful the kiss was and how their hearts beat against each other. One of them had to come to their senses, but it was so hard for them to break apart. "I thinking we should stop now," Brock whispered. "Before I forgot my noble intentions" Reba giggled.

"Have you been reading my book again?"

"No, but one of these days I'd like to read it and maybe we could have a little roll play." Brock stated kissing her cheek. "But we should really sleep now, before I can no longer control myself."

"Good night." Reba kissed him tenderly before snuggling up with him, and had sweet dreams thorough the night.

Brock still had a few days of the conference, before he had sometime for themselves. But every night after the kids went to bed, they would go out and spent sometime at the beach indulging their love, slowly building their relationship.

"I'm back" yelled Brock entering the hotel room. The convention was finally over. He had a few extra days to spend before they had to go back to Houston. The kids rushed to him to tell how their day went. Reba took them to an aquarium today. They were telling Brock about the beautiful marine animals. "If I could be any animal, I want to be an octopus."

"Eww why?" Cheyenne made face.

"So I would have eight arms to tickle you with" Cheyenne laughed amusingly. "And you" Brock then turned to tickle Kyra. "And..." Reba glared at him. He used this line with Kyra before and tried to tickle Reba too, but she wasn't crazy about it then, and it looked like she wasn't crazy about it now. "Okay... not you... What's matter honey?" Reba sulked.

"Mom said we gave her headache," told Cheyenne to her dad. "It's Kyra's fault. She kept running away and mom had to look for her. She almost cried when she couldn't find Kyra."

"I was looking at the sharks." Kyra said guiltily. "Cheyenne wasn't good either, she kept asking to go to the gift shop."

"So you both are equally as bad." The girls looked down at their feet. Brock found a perfect opportunity to take Reba out without kids. "Would you like to make it up to her?" The kids nodded. Reba raised her brow, listening. "I'm going to order you two a pizza, and would you promise me to stay in the room watching TV and don't put yourself into trouble while I take mom out to dinner?" The girls agreed. Brock took Reba to a romantic dinner for the first time in the hotel's restaurant. They didn't want to go too far, but that was good enough. They had dinner and champagne under the candlelights holding hands, playing with each other's fingers.

"When are we going on a date?" Brock mumbled.

"This isn't a date?"

"I mean go out for an evening, having dinner, maybe catching a movie, making out..."

Giggling, Reba replied, "The only thing we haven't done yet is 'catching movie'. And that's not enough?"

"I don't know... It doesn't feel like a date when you worry about the kids, does it?" Brock whined. Then his eyes lit up with a brilliant idea. "Do you think Barbra Jean would help us taking care of the kids for an evening?"

"I don't know, Brock. I mean she came with a dentist too, and I'm sure they just have some time together. I'm not sure if I should ask."

Reba didn't want to ask, but Brock took a chance. He asked Barbra Jean when he saw her the next day to see if she could help take care of the kids for an evening, so he could take Reba out on a date.

"Sure," said Barbra Jean. "Dr. Schneider probably could use some time alone to rebuild his energy, anyway. If only they had some type of magic pill to keep it up, you know." Reba threw her head back mumbling 'oh Lord' listening to Barbra Jean. "So... You two going on a date huh?"

"Yes, we're officially a couple." Brock smiled and kissed Reba on the side of her head.

"Oooh... so you want to find some time alone so you could bow ch-"

"NO!" Reba denied very quickly. Brock was expecting to wait, but wasn't quite prepared for her to have such a strong opinion against it.

"We're just going to have a nice dinner and maybe see a show." Brock surpassed his emotion and replied to Barbra Jean.

Brock made a reservation for a Sunset dinner cruise for them. They enjoyed the nice romantic 7-course French style meal with a view of the sparkling ocean as their background and the ocean breeze ran through their hair.

"When… uh… when Barbra Jean were saying that we… uh… you know… and you say 'no', you really mean it?" Brock stumbled. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm willing to wait for whenever you're ready. I won't pressure you into anything, but judging by the amount of time you took before you answered. I was like… 'Is there something about me that you really can't stand?'"

"Brock… It's not you… It's me." Reba patted his hand cheering him up. "I just want to make sure that what we have going is really love and not just infatuation. It will happen when both of us are ready."

"I'm ready!" Kidded Brock.

"Brock…" Reba eyed him warningly. Brock pulled her in to a kiss, making up. Although she had to admit, Brock had turned her world upside down and drove her wilder than she could imagine, she still wanted to wait until the time is right. Brock answered to her request. He promised that he would not do anything against her will, and he would look forward to the day she was ready.

Brock had a few days left to spend with his, what he proudly called, 'family'. Reba had taken the kids to visit many places already, and Brock just wanted to tan, so they agreed to just spend their last few days by the ocean. As Brock would say "As long as I get to see you in bikini, I'm there!" Reba had found a local tour to pet the wild dolphins that the kids were so excited about. Well… not when Kyra shouted 'SHARK!' loudly to scare Cheyenne and ended up scaring many people who were in the water.

"I think I need a vacation after the vacation." Reba mumbled after tucking the kids in, tonight would be the last night they spent in Hawaii. Ever since that night when Kyra woke up in the middle of the night, and walked to Cheyenne's bed, the kids had been staying together. Reba wasn't sure if that was a good idea to spend the night with him in the same bed, the temptation was growing harder to resist. Brock still kept his promise that he would wait. But it was Reba who was afraid that she would be the one who threw out her principles. Brock spent all these years to try and control himself not to pounce on her. But Reba was just recently introduced to new meaning of fiery passion, and it was addictive. Every time he kissed her, every time he lay his finger on her skin, every time his hot breathe tickled her ear. He drove her insane.

Brock chuckled at her comment and went to open the door when the room service arrived. "Why don't we take the opportunity and just celebrate?"

Reba took a look at the tray the room service pushed in with a smile: there were a few types of finger food, and a bottle of fine wine. The room was lit only be the candlelight, to make sure they didn't wake the kids. Brock set the tray on the table and poured a glass of wine for her. They spent their night feeding each other with light snacks and sipping wine. Hugging… kissing… cuddling… but they resisted not to go past second base. They saved that for some other time... Maybe when the kids weren't in the room. Maybe when they went back to Houston.