Chapter 3

The weekend and the week went on pretty normal for everyone. Reba went to work and Vic went to his dad's office to learn how things were run and such, kids went to school, Barbara Jean and Brock were as annoying as ever, Van and Cheyenne were over all the time. Vic and Reba were never left alone and it was driving them both insane. It seemed every time they would kiss or when things were starting to go somewhere, someone would walk in and spoil their alone time.

They hadn't discussed the wedding yet. Vic was patient with Reba. He understood she didn't want to rush anything but they could at least pick a month or even just the season they would get married. Vic would approach her about the subject but she always just waved her hand saying they would get to it eventually. That drove him nuts but he didn't say anything. He wouldn't push, he wouldn't pressure her. He would wait patiently. At least he hoped he could wait patiently.

Besides Vic being anxious about the wedding everything else was going great. Reba and Vic would go out like a normal couple and they would have the best time together. Vic enjoyed their time together and so did Reba. They would try and sneak off to the little beach they had gone to the last day they were together but it was something about it being in a public place that made Reba uncomfortable. Reba always assured Vic their time for real alone time would be soon.

Vic truly enjoyed their nightly talks. It became part of their routine for one of them to call exactly at ten o'clock. They would talk for an hour and then argue for another hour on who should hang up first. Vic and Reba loved doing that. When they would talk sometimes during the day and argue about whom should hang up first; anyone around them would give a fake gag or leave the room with an over exaggerated eye roll. Everyone thought the couple was sweet but so annoying as well. Vic and Reba enjoyed torturing her family.

Meanwhile Vic thought he could be patient with waiting on the wedding but he soon was getting a little impatient. Reba tried to wave it off but Vic wasn't going to take the waving it off anymore. It was one afternoon that they…well he was really…making lunch at her house when he brought up the subject again and then time he wasn't going to let her just wave the subject off. "So…" he said sprinkling some cheese over the salad he was putting together, "When are we going to start planning the wedding?"

Reba sighed and shrugged. "When things start settling down around here, we just got engaged."

Vic sighed and it was the first time since he was with Reba that his anger truly started to show. He set the bowl in the refrigerator and then went back to the sandwiches that were being toasted in the oven. He opened the door and then slammed it shut with his foot when he set the simple sandwiches of chicken with melted mozzarella cheese over it on the counter.

Reba stared at Vic with a raised eyebrow. "What is wrong with you?"

Vic stared at Reba and that look sent a shiver down her spine and not a good shiver either. "Reba you've been saying that for almost two weeks now! I have been patient with you for these past two weeks but I don't know how much more I can take!" He paused, breathing in and out trying to calm down. "I don't mean to yell but I am not asking you to plan the whole wedding now but it would be nice if we at least discussed the date, maybe picked a few dates to choose from until we really get down to planning but you won't even discuss anything. What is wrong?" he asked softly.

Reba shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just…"

"Afraid." He said finishing her sentence. Reba shrugged again. "How many times do we have to discuss this subject?" he asked referring to the fact they have touched on this subject quite a bit in the last two weeks. Reba was afraid because of how they had gotten together would they truly last? Vic set down his oven mitt and approached Reba who now had her back facing him and was leaning against the counter and looking out the window. "Hey…" he said standing in front of her. "We may have gotten together differently than most couples but we love each other right and we're both willing to work on this. I don't know what you're so afraid of."

Reba looked up and smiled, shrugging. "Just afraid of going through the whole planning of the wedding, it's going to be tough and there will be a lot of arguing."

Vic smiled and pulled her close. "How can I argue with you?"

Reba rolled her eyes and smiled. "You just did but I don't want to argue anymore. I hate fighting. It solves nothing." Vic nodded, understanding that fighting a lot had led to her first marriage ending. He then noticed the huge smile on her face but he wasn't paying a lot of attention for her curves and her sweet smell of strawberries was distracting him. "How about we have a spring wedding?" Vic continued to smile and nodded. "Outdoors?" he nodded again. Reba eyed him and wondered if he was really listening to her. He seemed to be moving his hands a little too much. She decided to test him. "I also have been thinking that we could have a jumping out of an airplane ceremony." He nodded. Reba rolled her eyes and smacked him. "Will you listen to me?"

He chuckled and rubbed the spot she hit him at. "Why do you have to be so forceful?"

Reba laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close. "I thought you liked it when I was forceful?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not when you're hitting me." He said with a smile. He then stopped and listened for a moment. "Listen." He said softly near her ear.

Reba looked up to him, confused. "I don't here anything."

He smirked. "Exactly, we have the house…" He picked her up by her waist and set her on top of the counter, "All to ourselves." Reba smiled and he pulled her into a heated kiss. His hands had just sneaked to the first button on her blouse when the back door swung open. Reba groaned and leaned her head against his. "We should have known that would happen." Reba nodded and couldn't help but chuckle.

Van and Cheyenne had walked through the back door with Elizabeth had their feet. Van had a disgusted look on his face. "Not on the counter. We prepare our food there!"

Reba slide off the counter and turned to glare at Van. "Nothing happened…" she said moving towards the table. "At least not yet." She mumbled. But Van heard and he made a face. "What are you guys doing here? I thought you were supposed to be at the zoo?" Reba asked with a lot of annoyance in her voice.

"Well…" Cheyenne said looking to Van who was looking considerably guilty. "Someone tried to feed the monkeys some hard candy he had in his pocket and we were asked to leave."

Reba stared at Van and he was trying not to look at them by entertaining Elizabeth. Reba shook her head and then turned to Cheyenne with a smile on her face. "We decided to have an outdoor spring wedding."

Cheyenne squealed in delight. "This is great!" Cheyenne then suddenly got quite tired and sat down at the table. "Phew, ok. Now all you have to do is decide on the bridesmaids, invitations, dinner…"

"Cheyenne…" Reba interrupted with a chuckle. "Let's slow down here ok. We haven't set even a definite date yet. We have some time all right."

Vic was confused. "When did we decide on an outdoor spring wedding?"

Reba rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't listening."

"Sorry." He said with a smirk. "I was distracted." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

Van finally decided to speak up. "Ok, it would be nice if you guys would please stop that, save it for the bedroom."

Reba sighed as she picked up her sandwich with a spatula and set it on a plate. "It would be nice if we had some time alone." She said sending a glance to Van.

He looked confused. "What?"

Cheyenne giggled. "Come on Van, Elizabeth, let's go." Van shrugged and picked up his daughter and Vic's sandwich on the way out.

Vic threw his hands up in the air as he saw his sandwich disappear out the door. Reba giggled and grabbed a knife to cut her sandwich in half. "Here." She said setting the other half on a plate.

Vic smiled. "Thanks darling." He took his plate to the table and sat down with the bowl of salad he had just retrieved from the refrigerator. "You take good care of me."

Reba shook her head. "Nah, I wouldn't have been able to eat the whole sandwich myself anyway."

Vic chuckled and watched her as she gently bit into her half. "I didn't mean that."

Reba nodded. "I know." She said as she swallowed her first bite. She looked up with a grin. "This is a really good sandwich. You need to teach me to cook this well."

Vic smiled and stood to grab his glass he left on the counter. "If I teach you how to cook, what do I get?" Reba raised an eyebrow as he set down his glass and bent down to wrap his arms around her shoulders. Reba giggled as she felt his breath tickle her ear and he kissed her earlobe, then her cheek, and then her neck.

"Reba!" they heard a yell as the front door opened. They both groaned. They were interrupted again, when were they ever going to be alone? Vic reluctantly let go of Reba and sat back down in his seat. They both looked up from their food when Barbara Jean walked into the kitchen. Reba's eyes bugged out as Barbara Jean gave her a life squeezing hug. "This is so great!"

Reba glared at a laughing Vic and she shoved Barbara Jean away. "What are you doing here? Why do you always have to interrupt?"

Barbara Jean smiled. "Was I interrupting something?"

Reba rolled her eyes. Why was Barbara Jean so nosy? Reba was also beginning to think that her family knew when they would interrupt and they were doing it on purpose. "What do you want?"

"Cheyenne told me you guys finally set a date! This is so wonderful! Now we can start planning…"

"Barbara Jean…" Reba said with an exasperated sigh. "We haven't set a definite date. We just decided to have an outdoor spring wedding."

"That's would work for me." Barbara Jean said as she sat down and pulled out her blackberry. "I am free on May 15th. That's a good day for a wedding." Barbara Jean scratched her forehead and tapped away, putting in dates. "I think we should start right away with finding a place where the ceremony will take place. You wouldn't believe how many weddings there are held in May so…"

Reba shook her head. "Barbara Jean…" she said stopping her from going any further. "We are not planning yet. We don't want to rush the process and just so you know I am not having you plan my wedding."

Barbara Jean frowned. "Why not?"

Reba gave her a look but then shook her head when Barbara Jean took no notice. "Look Barbara Jean, I will talk with you and everyone else when I start planning the wedding. I will look for you're input but I will have the final say, ok?"

Barbara Jean sighed and nodded. She stood up with a smile. "I guess I should go. I left Brock alone watching Henry."

"He's your husband." Reba said a little confused why Barbara Jean would be so worried.

Barbara Jean nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly why I need to get home."

Reba sighed in relief when Barbara Jean shut the door behind her. She turned to Vic and smiled. "I am so happy they are gone. Now we can finish our lunch in piece. I am starving." She said taking a big bite of her sandwich.

Vic smirked as he helped himself to some of the salad. "I hope we can finish other things too." Reba glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. She only answered with a wink and sly smile.

They finished their lunch quickly and they settled themselves on the couch, cuddled together watching a movie. "I love it when we have days off like this." Vic said kissing Reba's forehead.

"Hmm." She replied sleepily. Vic looked down at the redhead who was lying on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

He frowned. "Are you sleeping? What happened to finishing what we started in the kitchen?" he said in a suggestive tone.

"Hmm." She responded.

Vic sighed and moved his lips to her cheek and then to her neck. "Reba…we never have any time alone."

Reba opened her eyes slightly and smiled. "I'm tired."

Vic smirked and pulled her really close. "Let me give you a reason to be even more tired."

Reba giggled and their lips were just about to connect when the front door opened and slammed shut. Reba sighed and they instantly pulled away from each other when her daughter sat down in the chair next to the couch. She looked frustrated. "What's wrong?" her mother asked with her eyes half closed.

Kyra shook her head. "It's nothing. It's senior year. Everything will go wrong. I was forced to help with some project because I take art. Today was the first day we started on it. I had to get up at eight this morning, on a Saturday mind you, to go to the school and help." She looked up to her mother who now seemed to be sleeping. "Are you ok mom?"

Reba opened her eyes into slits. "I'm fine. Just a little tired."

Kyra smiled. "I wonder why."

Reba glared at her daughter. "Go to your room." She said forcefully.

Kyra frowned. "Why?"

"Because I said so, that's why." Kyra rolled her eyes and went up to her room. "Will we EVER be alone together?"

Vic rubbed her arm. "There's always my apartment."

Reba sighed. "We tried that one a couple of days ago, remember?" Vic nodded. Reba had snuck off to his apartment one Sunday afternoon and they thought they had bought each other an hour or two at least because Reba told her family she had a house to show. It didn't do any good because Van called her as soon as she had walked into Vic's apartment and into his arms. Van had said he knew her schedule and he said he wanted to know what house she had to show that day. She tried coming up with an excuse to tell Van but he insisted on knowing and wanting to give his imput. Sometimes her family just couldn't take a hint.

Vic sighed and wrapped an arm around her. "I think we should just give up and wait until we are on our honeymoon." He said quietly.

Reba shook her head. "I never heard a man suggest to wait." She said with a chuckle.

"It's not really my choice. We're always interrupted." Reba shrugged and snuggled closer to him as she wanted to fall asleep. "Are you falling asleep again?" he asked looking down to eyes, which were closed once more.

Reba yawned and nodded. "I'm tired." Vic ran his hands through her hair and let her fall asleep. She always did seem tired lately. She did a lot for the family. It's no wonder she doesn't want to start the planning for the wedding yet. She didn't need to add more stress onto her plate. Vic kissed her forehead and made her a silent promise he would be more understanding about not rushing the planning. They had a lot of time.

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