Love by Love - 30
It was the first quiet night since Reba gave birth to Jake over a month ago and he did not cry at night. Reba was having trouble with Jake who was colicky. He would start to scream at exactly 11pm and continued to cry until almost 2am, every night. Reba was a little concerned if he was alright. She woke up every hour to check on her newborn, trying not to disturb her husband. Brock had been very helpful for the past five weeks, but he had to go back to work soon. Reba wanted him to be well rested and back to his old routine. Jake was sleeping peacefully in his crib. She went back to bed. She prayed that the colic had gone. She had seen her baby cry and she could do nothing to help.
Brock woke up well rested. Reba was still asleep, there was signs of tiredness on her face. Brock kissed her forehead gently before quietly scooting out of the bed. He was busy preparing a hearty breakfast when Reba came in the kitchen.
"Good morning." Reba murmured
"Good morning. Go back to bed, honey. I'll bring you breakfast in bed."
"That's sweet of you, but I have to feed Jake when he wakes up anyway. So I'll just have my breakfast here with you." Reba smiled tiredly. "The girls went to school already, I assume."
"Yes, the school bus just left. You go back to bed, honey. You really deserve a good eight hours of sleep." Brock raised his hand up stopping her from arguing. "I will feed Jake when he wakes up."
"How do you plan to do that?"
"You have that breast-sucking machine thingy, use that. And I'll feed him a bottle."
"It's called a 'breast pump', not a breast-sucking machine! Although I can see why you'd call it like that." Reba smirked. Brock set the machine in front of her.
"Here, use this and go back to bed." Reba grinned, but did as he suggested. She prepared a few bottles for Brock to feed little Jakie. She then went to take the nice long sleep she needed and deserved. She woke up refreshed and well rested.
"Thank you very much for a nice treat." Reba thanked him with romantic kiss. Brock was taken by surprised, but he responded to her kiss with an even more passionate one. They broke apart when the baby cried. Brock was in the middle of getting him a bottle when Reba kissed him. "Don't worry about it. I'll feed him."
Reba picked Jake up from his crib and sat down on a chair. She put him on her lap as she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her nursing bra to feed the boy.
"Can I have the other one?" Brock quipped mischievously.
Giggling at his request, Reba remarked "Are you gonna ask me this every time I feed Jake?"
"I can't help it. You look so darn sexy in that nursing bra."
"Boy, you're really desperate. How can I look sexy in these old clothes?"
"Honey…" Brock sat down on the armrest, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed Reba on the top of her head. "You look sexy in everything you wear. And even sexier when you don't wear anything at all." Reba snickered when Brock sighed. "Besides, it's been eight weeks..."
"Eight? Jake's only five weeks old." Reba was confused.
"Yeah, but you were cranky during your last month of pregnancy. And we didn't do anything. When we were going to, your water broke." Brock explained and Reba nodded in agreement. "When are you going to your doctor's appointment?" He was just anxious to know when they would be able to resume their love life.
"Next week." Reba replied burping her infant. Jake let out a cute little burp and Reba giggled kissing her baby. "Hey, it was you who wanted the baby. So you have to pay the consequences. Still wants a lot of kids?"
"Not for a while"
Reba put the baby down for his nap before she turned around and wrapped her arm around his neck. "What changed your mind?"
"I've been thinking. It took me so many years to get through to you. Then when we finally did it, you regretted it and made me wait for the right time. Then when it was right time, you made me wait for our wedding night. Then you became pregnant. Call me selfish, but I want you all by myself, uninterrupted"
"You'll always have me. We'll be together for a very long time," said Reba kissing him so sweetly. "Now will you help me do the laundry?"
"Sure, you turn a guy on and put him to work," quipped Brock.
"You'll get your reward." Reba said with a smirk.
"Not for another week at least."
"I'm worth the wait, aren't I?" Reba arched her brow looking at him
Chuckling, he pulled her close to his body by her waist. "I can't really say no to that question, can I?"
"Yes you can, but instead of waiting a week, it could be a month." Reba replied evilly.
"I'll go do the laundry." He pecked her lips before letting her go. He helped take down the drapes and the bed sheets and did a few loads of laundry while Reba prepared a snack for the girls. They should be back home soon. Reba just loved how simple her life had become. Cheyenne and Kyra grew to love each other as sisters, not just step-sisters. And Jake grew from chubby little infant to a six months old baby. Reba's life couldn't be more perfect. If only she could get back in shape...
"I'm fat!" Cried Reba when she saw the number on the scale revealing her weight. Despite the fact that Brock wasn't fully awake, he disappeared very quickly and quietly out of the room when he heard her voice screaming 'fat' from the bathroom. No way he wanted to get into that argument again. Reba was complaining that she was back in shape only less than three months after Kyra was born. However, Brock had made a mistake of saying that she was in her 20s when she had Kyra. She was upset and mad at him for calling her fat... and old.
"Good morning, honey." Brock placed his hands around her waist and was expecting a peck from her lips. Reba jumped a mile away. His pout didn't get to meet with her lips.
"Are you trying to measure my waist?"
"No, I was trying to kiss you."
"Then why do you have to place your hands on my waist? Why can't you just wrap your arms around my shoulders? Is it because you can't wrap your arms around me anymore? Because I'm-" Brock shut her up with a kiss.
"I just want to kiss you. I don't care if you're fat or slim. In fact, I love the fact that you gained a bit more weight, not just skin and bone."
"You're saying that you didn't really love me before when I was thinner and in shape?" Reba piped up.
"I did not say that." Brock was a bit stupefied of how Reba interpret his statement. "Why are you so concerned about your weight?"
"I couldn't fit into my favorite jeans," stated Reba with a frown.
"Wouldn't shopping make you feel better?" Brock was hoping to cheer her up.
"What? You don't think I would be able to get back to my old clothes again and I need a new wardrobe?"
"No no no, I would never say that. You don't need new clothes-"
Cutting him off, Reba spoke with even anger tone of voice. "Because I gained weight I don't deserve to buy new things?"
"No honey, here take my credit card, and buy anything you want. You deserve to be rewarded." Brock took his credit card out of his wallet and shoved it in her hand. Attempting to change the subject, he asked "Hungry? Want some grapefruit?"
"What are you implying? That I'm fat and I shouldn't be eating a fatty breakfast? I can't have sausages stuffed between pancakes because it's too fattening?" Brock stepped backward when Reba angrily moved toward him.
"No... I just noticed you only had grapefruit for breakfast lately, so I thought you're on a diet." Oh dear God, did he just said the horrible "D" word? He must have because Reba looked at him like she was ready to tear him into pieces. Jake just saved his life by screaming into the baby monitor. "Oh look, Jake's up. I'm sure he needs his diaper changed!" Brock had never been in such a hurry to change a diaper before, but right now, he'd rather deal with a dirty stinky diaper than with his irritated wife.
Brock had tried everything to tell Reba that she wasn't fat and she was beautiful. However, whatever he said she took it the wrong way. So Brock decided to tamper with the scale, hoping it would make her feel better.
"Wow! I lost two pounds overnight!" Reba was delighted. She didn't know Brock adjusted the scale after she fell asleep. Reba was being so paranoid, she would weight herself before eating, after eating, every night before she went to bed, and every morning when she woke up. Brock was glad his plan worked.
"Well, you did sweat a lot last night." Brock mischievously wrapped his arms around her waist and nudged the crook of her neck, trying to distract her from the scale, just in case she noticed.
"You mean having sex would help me lose weight?" Reba wasn't really convinced, but right now, she was willing to try anything. "So if we do it again tonight and tomorrow night, I should be back in shape in less then a week!"
It did work out to his benefit, but it created another problem when Reba thought she was back to her pre-pregnancy weight, however, her favorite jeans begged to differ.
"Honey... Why are you so worried about your weight? You are beautiful!" Brock consoled seeing Reba frown when she couldn't get the jeans to pass her thigh.
"I want to look sexy and attractive again."
"To who? To me, you are always sexy and attractive. Heck, you were eight months pregnant and I could barely kept my hands off you. So would you stop worry about that?"
"I can't believe it, I lost a few pounds and how come I can't fit in to my..." Reba stared at the scale and noticed something wasn't right. Brock looked for cover. "You adjusted my scale?" Reba pounded his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, but I don't like seeing you upset. So I adjusted it. Admit it, for the past few days you were happy about yourself. Honey, I love you. If losing weight would make you feel better, how about we do it together?" Brock wrapped her arms around her, stopping her from hitting him.
"But you're fit, you don't need to lose weight."
"I could tone up my six-pack. We could go jogging together every morning. You know, I love seeing you exercise. You sweat, your cheeks flush, you pant a little. Reminds me of when we... you know." Brock commented breathlessly pulling her closer to his body, showing her exactly how he felt. Reba giggled.
"You know, the reason I want to lose weight, is because I want to fit into the lingerie that Dolly gave me."
"You mean that peek-a-boo one?" Brock gasped when Reba nodded. "Have mercy! Let's go jogging now!"
Since she exercised regularly, and continued to breast feed Jake, it took Reba less then a month to go back to her original shape after she told Brock the reason. Brock exercised with her and made sure they ate healthy. In return, he toned up his six-pack for Reba to admire, and Reba wore that sexy lingerie for him. An outcome was a win-win result and they were both satisfied.