A/N: Well it's been ten days short of a year since I've updated this story huh? Bet you're thinking this better be some kick butt chapter. Well, I'm going to do my best. Chapter two is going to be short because it has to go with my schedule, but it will flow right with chapter three. I promise=)
A/N: Let me know if you find any mistakes. I haven't had much sleep and it's five in the morning.
Brock and Reba pulled up to the bar that they had worked at just ten years before. Brock's hand laid on the gear shift and Reba's arm was on the rest next to her seat. Brock put the car in park, put his hand on hers and gave it a squeeze.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" He asked her. She nodded.
"I think it's a good idea. It's about time we mend some fences around here." She replied. Brock looked into her eyes and groaned.
"I sure hope you're right." They got out of the car and Brock looked around while Reba got Kyra out of her car seat. Cheyenne hopped out of the car and rushed over to her dad.
"We've been in the car for a long time to come HERE?!" She asked looking at the bar. Brock laughed and looked at it. Then he put an arm around his little girl.
"We sure have." Brock replied and then sighed. "It was your mom's idea to come here." Cheyenne cocked her head and looked at Brock.
"Why did she want to come here?" Brock held Cheyenne's hand and leaned down on her level.
"Well sweetie, we had some friends here years ago. We were all real close when we worked here and some things happened that caused us to part and not be friends anymore, but I guess your mom thinks that since it's been a while and we've all grown up some that it's important for us to come back and be mature about the past."
"Oh." Was all Cheyenne said before she ran around the car to her mom. "I don't want to be here very long mama." Reba laughed. She rested Kyra on her shoulder before she eased her way down onto Cheyenne's level and pushed her braids behind her ears.
"I promise we won't be here too long sweetheart. Daddy and I just have a few things we have to do." Reba replied.
"Daddy says he's not sure why you feel you need to be here; but he told me about the people you have to talk to."
"Did he now?" Reba smiled. She stood back up. "Alright then." Reba squeezed Cheyenne's hand and they walked around the car to where Brock was still standing staring at the bar. "Brock?" He turned around to face his family. The last time he'd been in this place, he'd been a scared youth afraid of what his former best friend was going to do because he'd stolen the love of his life; but now when he returned, he had his loving wife and two amazing little girls with him. He could accomplish anything.
"Yeah?" He asked. Reba walked over and took his hand.
"I know you don't want to do this, but we have to do this for not only us, but for Terry as well. I can only imagine the pain he's been through in the last few years." Reba said. Brock nodded.
"I agree, but I feel that we are going to be ripping open and old scab by walking in there, and I'm going to do all the bleeding." Brock stated.
"Oh Brock." Reba laughed and kissed him. "Come on, we can do this."
"Gross!" Cheyenne exclaimed and that made Brock and Reba laugh. Brock took Reba's right hand and Cheyenne's left as they walked towards the door. When they got to the door, it was like they never left. They walked inside and it was still the same. Reba turned to Brock.
"I can't believe this place hasn't changed in ten years. It's the same as it was back then." Reba looked around and Brock looked through the crowd trying to find Mike and Terry Holliway; the brothers that owned the bar they worked at so many years before. Finally, Brock spotted Mike at the bar.
"Hey, there's Mike." Brock pointed out. Reba looked over where he was pointing.
"Yeah, it's him alright." She looked over at Brock. "Are you ready to talk to him?"
"Me?" Brock asked. "I thought this was all your little project. You go talk to them. You see how they feel about us." Reba rolled her eyes and held out her hand for Cheyenne. "Come on honey." Cheyenne took her mom's hand and they headed towards the counter while Brock blended into the background. Reba could understand a little bit of Brock's upset because of the way things ended, but it was ten years ago. Terry couldn't still be mad at them, could he?
"Hey Mike." Reba said when she walked over to the counter.
"Hi." He replied. Then he looked up from his glass bottles to see Reba. "REBA?" He paused. "What are you doing here? You know Terry will have a fit if he sees you here!"
"I know." Reba explained. "That's why I had to come back." Reba propped Kyra up on the counter. The little girl rested her body against Reba's chest. Mike looked at her and smiled.
"Well, well, who's this little girl?"
"Her name is Kyra Eleanor. She's almost a year old. About eight months." Reba replied. Mike smiled.
"She looks just like you Reba." This was Reba's turn to smile.
"Thanks. That's what everybody has been telling me." She paused. "I'm just glad to finally have one that looks like me." Cheyenne hopped up on the stool next to where her mom was standing. "This little one," Reba put her hand on the back of Cheyenne's head, "is an exact replica of her father."
"Unfortunately." Mike laughed and leaned down on the counter to look at the girls. "You know, you could have had kids just as cute with my brother."
"Mike, don't start." Reba sighed. Mike leaned up.
"Hey, I'm just calling it as I see it." He wiped off the counter in front of him. "Terry was going to ask you to marry him, but you left him for Brock. I'm just glad to hear you're happy." Reba grimaced at the sound of Terry's name.
"Is he here?" She asked.
"He's here somewhere." Mike shrugged. "I'm not sure where he could be-"
"Reba." A chill went down Reba's spine. That deep male voice she would remember anywhere. She turned to see where the voice was coming from. "Reba McKinney." He paused. "Or should I say, Reba Hart."
"Hello Terry." She said softly. "Look, I didn't come to fight. I just wanted to talk."
"I've been waiting for you to come back. I knew you would eventually." He looked around. "So where is he? I know he's here, where's he hiding? Too scared to face me since he took my girl?" He questioned.
"Now Terry, that's not fair to Brock. It was my decision to leave. Brock had nothing to do with it."
"He had everything to do with it! We'd still be together today I'm sure of it if Brock wouldn't have stolen your heart away from me." Terry looked down at saw Cheyenne and Kyra. "That one's going to look just like him." He said disgustedly pointing at Cheyenne. Cheyenne looked up at Reba with a confused look on her face. Reba put a protective hand on Cheyenne's back to comfort her. She wasn't going to let anybody touch her little girl. "But this one here looks like you." He stated. "She's got your red hair."
"That's not all she's got that's like me." Reba replied. "We've noticed a lot of me in Kyra. Not all of it's my good qualities, but she's still pure and sweet right now."
"I bet she'll sing like a dream." He smiled. Reba kissed the top of her baby's head.
"If she chooses to sing in her future that's fine, but if she doesn't that's okay too. I chose a different career. I took another path Terry." Reba said.
"You chose him over me. You'd probably still be on that stage singing if you'd been here with me; but instead you decided to run off halfcocked with a guy and marry him. I bet you do don't even work much do you? Do you enjoy your work?" He asked. Reba sighed. She wasn't about to admit to him that she didn't like working in Brock's dental office.
"I'm a receptionist, Terry." Reba said in such a way that he didn't push her for more. Finally, Reba saw a spark in Terry's eye. He's spotted something that made him angry. She knew who he had seen from across the room; Brock Hart.