Love by Love - 20
Reba was preparing the barbeque in her backyard for Cheyenne's birthday party. She was turning nine today and asked Reba if she could invite her friends to use her pool. Reba gladly accepted to host the girl's party. She baked her a cake too. The kids slowly arrived with their presents. Reba sat them on the table to be opened later.
"Thank you for doing this for Cheyenne," said Brock kissing Reba on the side of her head.
"No problem. Hey, she calls me 'mom', and this is something a 'mom' would do." Reba commented. Brock gazed at her with love shone from his sparkling blue eyes. Her motherly love was something he always admired. The way she looked after Cheyenne and Kyra. How she loved them but disciplined when they misbehaved. The way she cared when one of them got sick. The more he knew, the more he loved her. Besides being kindhearted, a killer body was also something he adored. Her well blessed body with slim waist that formed an hourglass shape figure. And those legs that was once wrapped around his waist. And the sound of her voice moaning his name... Oh dear God, he thought of 'that' again and now he needed a cold shower, but first, he better sit down. He sat on a patio chair near the barbeque pit. He should cool himself down, but it wouldn't work when he still kept staring at her as she wore a bikini top, the leopard printed bikini top that was once fell down to the bottom of the pool revealing the treasures she always hid: nice firm-
"Honey, can you put this on the table." Reba held a plate of corn on the cob, bringing him back from his deep thought.
"I... uh... kinda have to remain seated for now." He blushed. Reba automatically glanced at 'the cause', and she blushed too.
"And I wonder why..." She glared at him. "Here, let me help stir your mind away." Reba walked passed him and stomped on his big toe in the process. Brock was almost in tears from sudden pain. "We have a pool full of kids, get your mind out of the gutter!" Reba grumbled. Yeah that helped a bit. He watched Reba's hip swaying away under a wrap she bought from Hawaii and grinned. Oh how he just wanted to spank those cheeks!
Reba gathered the kids out of the pool when the clown arrived to entertain them. He made balloon animals for the kids and made a flower for Reba. Brock eyed him suspiciously. Even behind the face paint of the clown, Brock could see how he admired Reba's body in her bathing suit, even though she wore a wrap to cover her bottom half. Reba was startled when Brock put his Hawaiian shirt on her shoulder and turned her around to button it.
"I don't like the way he leers at you."
"How do you know he's leering at me?" Asked a rather confused Reba.
"I know. Trust me." Reba arched her brow looking at him. She giggled when he said, "well, it takes one to know one! And I can't believe it. How could he hit on you? Shouldn't he figure that you might be taken?" Brock was annoyed.
"Well, it's partially my fault. You see, he asked me if I'm divorced since he didn't see a wedding band and I told him that I'm a widow." Brock pouted listening to Reba. "But don't worry, I told him I'm already seeing a clown."
"Yeah, you better set that straight!" Brock didn't notice the way she referred to him.
"You're adorable when you jealous." Reba was amused. Brock was about to deny that he wasn't jealous. A boy tugged Reba's shirt.
"Mrs. H, may I please have another hot dog?"
"Honey, this is your third one, are you sure you can finish it?" Reba bent down to talk to Cheyenne's classmate.
"I sure can Mrs. H" Reba smiled when the boy hugged her and said "I love you Mrs. H" She gave him another hot dog.
"Be careful darlin' it's hot," warned Reba seeing the boy take a big bite and spit the hog dog back into his hand, trying to cool it down, then ate it again. He ran back to rejoin his friend. "Do you think that boy is really eight? In a year or two he'll be taller than I am!"
"Isn't that the Montgomery boy? Isn't he the one that threw spit balls at Cheyenne?"
"I think so."
"I'm gonna go kick his butt!"
"Oh c'mon Brock. If Cheyenne doesn't like him she wouldn't invite him. They were just kids. They play rough. Besides, he's just eight years old, what's the worst he could have done?" Reba smirked.
"He spanked Cheyenne with a ruler!"
"A soft plastic ruler. And Cheyenne hit him back." Reba shook her head at Brock's protectiveness. "Oh, you know what could be worst? Snapping her bra strap or shooting an elastic band at her butt," stated Reba glaring at Brock.
"Oh yeah... I did those to you, didn't I?" He chuckled sipping his fruit punch. "Well, I had an elastic band in my hand, you happened to bend over to pick up a tennis ball. So I though I should practice my aim."
"And you wonder why we didn't get along." They laughed looking back when they were in college. When they fought when they play tricks on each other. When she seduced him on purpose when they played tennis so her team would win. Or when he would intentionally hit her ball to different direction so she would run and her skirt flipped. They didn't know why they didn't notice the sparks and the signs they were unknowingly giving each other.
Meanwhile Kyra was telling Van a joke.
"Knock knock" the little redhead started.
"Who's there?"
"Ash."
"Ash who?"
"Gesundheit"
"Who?" Kyra rolled her eyes walking away leaving a rather confused Van to try and figure it out. Reba called everyone over so Cheyenne could blow the candles and open her presents. Cheyenne got toys and candies from her friends, a new Barbie Doll from Reba, a doll house from Brock and stuffed animal from Kyra. But she squealed when she open a box and found a set of make up kits.
"Who's that from?" Brock questioned.
"It's from mom!" Cheyenne announced. Everyone turned to Reba and Brock glared at her.
"Wow, what a cool mom you got there Cheyenne." Bridget, Cheyenne's best friend commented.
"No, not this mom. 'mom' mom. You know, the one who doesn't live with me."
"Lori-Ann..." Brock grunted. He had to have a word with his ex-wife for sending their nine year old make up kits. Sure it was made for kids, but she was still too young for make up.
Nevertheless, Cheyenne was so happy. She wanted to have a slumber party so she and her friends could play with her make up. Once again, Cheyenne turned to Reba.
"She's hogging mom." Kyra complained to Brock.
"Well, why don't you and I do something together then. What do you want to do? Play catch?" Brock tried to butter her up.
"What did you usually do with Cheyenne when she's my age?"
Chuckling, he replied. "Cheyenne today is much like she was four years ago. She loves to play with dolls, playing dress up and wear her mother's high heels."
"That's lame." Kyra made face.
"How about I take you to the Museum of Natural Science? We can see the IMAX movie."
"Okay." The little redhead smiled big. "Have I told you, you're my favorite?" She gave Brock a hug.
"Fa... favorite? Your mom has more than one?" Brock became nervous. He was relieved when Kyra said no, she just said that because her mom said it to her all the time. Reba heard the whole conversation, and she noticed how Brock was always sweet to her daughter. He was right about them making a perfect family. He was a great father to his own kid, to her kid, and she was sure he would be a perfect one for their kid. Reba remembered when he taught Kyra to swim without the water wings, how she was determined to start from one side of the pool and paddled slowly to Brock. How she sighed in frustration when she found out Brock kept moving a little further back for her to keep going a little further. And how she laughed happily when she finally reached him. Reba mindlessly rested her hand on her pelvis. For the first time since they came back from the doctor, she regretted she wasn't pregnant with his child.
"Cheyenne honey, it's your bedtime. Let's go." Brock asked Cheyenne to go home after he tucked Kyra in. Cheyenne was in the middle of an intense conversation with Reba.
"We're having girl talk daddy. Don't interrupt!"
"Really? What are you guys talking about?"
"Boys." Reba replied.
"Mom!" Cheyenne bashfully called Reba.
"Oh really? Which one? That boy Van Montgomery?"
"Eww... I don't even like him" Cheyenne denied.
"No one in particular." Reba helped the girl. "But you better go to bed honey. We can talk about it some more tomorrow."
"But I don't want to go home. Can't I sleep here tonight? Please..." Cheyenne plead with puppy dog eyes. Reba silently questioned Brock, she received an 'up-to-you' look in response.
"Okay, you can stay in the spare bedroom. Come, I'll tuck you in." Cheyenne took Reba's hand and they made their way upstairs. She had her pajamas on already and Reba had her overnight bag since Cheyenne liked to hang out at her house a lot. She came back down to her living room and Brock was still there.
"So, what were you guys talking about."
"She wants to know about my first kiss." Reba giggled when Brock turned off the TV giving her his full attention.
"Tell me more."
"I'm not gonna tell you about my first kiss."
"Well then tell me what you told Cheyenne."
"I told her the sparks will tell if she was kissing the right person."
"Sparks?"
"Yes, the chemistry."
"Like when we kiss?" He brought her into a passionate kiss at the end of his sentence.
"No that's... not just sparks, but wildfire!" Reba was panting a little and sighed contently. Every time their lips touched, her heart pounded her knees weakened, her mind went blank, and couldn't think straight. Gosh how she wanted him. Why did she torture herself and fought with her own desires? She was about to go for another wildfire kiss which she sure this time would be uncontrollable and unstoppable. They heard Kyra come down the stairs. "What's matter honey?"
"I can't sleep. I had a nightmare."
"Do you want to tell us about it?" Brock picked the girl up and put her on his lap.
"Where's my real daddy?" Kyra asked Brock. Reba was startled by her daughter's question.
"You daddy's in the heaven, sweetie. Why do you ask?"
"Van said his daddy never goes to see him at his football practice. My daddy never sees anything I do."
"Honey, just because he couldn't be here doesn't mean he couldn't see you. You see, he's up in the sky and whatever you do, wherever you go, you'll always see the sky. That's why he could see you. How about I promise that whatever practice you have, I'll be there to see you on his behalf. Would you like that?" The girl nodded. "Now, why don't you go back to bed. And remember that your daddy will always be in your heart. Mommy will be there in a minute to tuck you in."
"I love you. Good night, dad" She kissed his cheek and went back to her bed. Reba wiped a tear drop from the corner of her eye.
"That's so sweet what you just told Kyra. Do you mind tucking her in one more time tonight?" Brock didn't mind. He went upstairs with Reba to make sure the girl was sound asleep. Reba watched him memorizing every little bit about him. She couldn't deny, they would make a perfect family.
"She's an angel. Any way, I better go back to my big empty house." Brock was making his way to the stairs, Reba pulled him back by his arm.
"Brock... Do you love me?" Reba questioned, her voice was a little trembling.
"I do, I love you, I always do." Brock replied immediately.
"Will you promise to love me 'til death do us part?"
"I wouldn't want it any other way." Brock stated firmly looking deep into her eyes.
"Would you... like to stay here tonight?" Reba invited with a little hesitation. "With us... our family..."
Smiling, he replied still didn't notice her tone of voice. "I'd love that, let me go change in my PJs and I'll-" Brock was a little dazzled when Reba pressed her lips on his. Brock's heart raced million beats a minute when she whispered in his ear.
"You don't need them tonight and I won't wear them too." They maneuvered their way to Reba's bedroom trying not to break the kiss.
"Honey... there's no petals of roses in the bed, there's no moon shining tonight, and no champagne or strawberries. Are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret anything in the morning."
"I don't care about anything anymore, as long as we have all night kissing, hugging, cuddling, expressing our feelings and making love... tonight and every night for the rest of our life."