'I can't just sit here forever drinking and wondering where my husband is. It is killing me, but how do I know if he IS cheating? It's not like i can go to his office.....wait...I can." Reba thought to herself getting up from the counter.
--Brock's Office--
"Hello, Mrs. Hart" said Jim with a smile.
"Hi, where is my husband?" Reba asked not waiting for an answer.
"He is in his...." Jim started as he watched Reba leave, "room."
Reba didn't waste time knocking. She found Brock with a surprised look on his face.
"Honey? What are you doing here?" He asked getting up from his desk.
"I just wanted..to see....if you were wearing clean underwear." Reba realized that her lie was weak.
"Yes, Honey, and you can even check." Brock winked at her.
"Ok, well, then....I guess I am gonna go then."
"Alright, sweetie. I am working late."
"So I have heard. Bye." She said closing the door behind her. She stopped in her tracks and turned right back around.
"Uh, Brock?" She asked opening the door a little.
"Hm?" He answered looking up to see her.
"How late will you be working exactly?"
"There is no telling. Maybe an hour or two."
"Ok. Bye bye." She said closing the door. Reba leaned against it and closed her eyes. She took in a deep breath and opened the door up once more, this time all the way.
"Yes, Hon..." Brock was cut off by Reba pulling hm into a passionate kiss. "Wow." Brock said with a smile.
Reba smiled with satisfaction and shut the door behind her as she walked back into the main office.
"Well, Jim, how are ya?"
"I am doing great, Mrs. Hart. How about yourself?"
"Oh, I am..." Reba started but could not finish because she saw a tall blond woman exit Brock's office out of the corner of her eye. "Uhm, Jim?"
"Yes?"
"Who is that?" Reba said pointing to the woman.
"Oh, hello. My name is Barbra Jean Booker." the woman said smiling as she extended her hand.
Reba just looked down at it not accepting the invitation. "Did you just come out of my husbands office?"
Barbra Jean quickly put her hand down and her smile faded. "......Noooooo...."
Reba said nothing and just stared at her.
"Yes. I did."
"But I was just in there..."
"Oh, uhm..." She was trying to think of what to say. "Oh, what is it? You need my help? Ok, well I have to go. Bye!" Barbra Jean said running away from Reba.
--Reba's House--
Reba laid in bed for the rest of the night waiting for Brock to come home. She finally heard the door open and heard Brock creep up the stairs.
Brock quietly pushed the door open trying not to wake Reba.
"Brock?" Reba called propping herself up on her elbows.
"Did I wake you Honey?" He asked walking to her side of the bed to give her a kiss.
"No, I...couldn't sleep." she said watching him as he changed into his pajamas. "You smell." she finally said.
"What do you mean?" He asked her chuckling as he crawled into the bed.
"You smell like champagne and flowers." She said staring straight ahead. "Why?"
"I have no idea what you are talkin'...."
"Why do you smell like flowers and champagne, Brock?"
"I don't know. It must be the new air freshener that they got at the office." Brock concluded.
Reba stared him down with her beautiful blue eyes.
"Are you okay, Honey?" Brock asked touching her cheek.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Yeah, I am just tired. That's all."
"Well, get some sleep. Goodnight."
"Night." She said reaching to turn the light off.
--Next Day--
"Cheyenne?" Reba called.
"Yes, Mom?" She said walking into Reba's bedroom.
"You know how the other day you wanted to give me a make-over?"
"Yeah.."Cheyenne said with a smile forming on her face.
"Well, since tonight is my anniversary and all..."
"Yes! Of course I will!" Cheyenne exclaimed bringing her mom into a tight hug.
-- One Hour Later --
"Okay. Now for clothes." Cheyenne said looking in Reba's closet. The smile faded from her face "Oh my gosh."
"What?" Reba said getting a little nervous.
"There is no color in this closet!"
"I have plenty of colorful clothes." Reba said crossing her arms as she defended herself.
"Yeah, beige." Cheyenne said with her hands on her hips.
Reba stuck her tongue out at her daughter. "I do not only have beige in there."
"Oh, I am sorry you have one pair of black pants."
"Hm. I know! I have the perfect thing for you!"
"Oh, Honey, I don't..."
"I will be right back!"
"Craaappp." Reba sighed and sat on the edge of her bed and put her head in her hands.
"Ta-da!" Cheyenne said with a big smile as she entered the room. "Here put it on, Mom." She said pulling Reba off the bed and into the bathroom.
Reba looked at the black dress in her hands and reluctantly put it on. "Cheyenne?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Where is the rest of this dress?"
"What do you mean?" Cheyenne asked from the other side of the door.
"I mean it seems the dress is missing a few inches of fabric." Reba said looking at the length of the dress.
"OH, just come out and quit complaining." Cheyenne demanded. "Oh my gosh! Mom, you look sexy!" As she saw Reba emerge from the bathroom.
"Ha, you say it like it is surprising." Reba said with a smirk.
"Van!" Cheyenne called excitedly.
"What?" He called from their bedroom.
"Come and see Mom's new look!"
".....Do I have to?" He called after a short pause.
"VAN!" She yelled annoyed.
"Alright, Alright. I'm comi..." Van stopped mid-sentence as he took one look at Reba. "Mrs.H?"
"Yes?"
"You look HOT." He replied with a silly grin.
"You don't have to lie, Van." Reba said secretly enjoying the compliment.
"No. I mean it. If I weren't married to your daughter I would so totally.."
Reba cut his sentence short and held her hands up in the air. "Van!"
"Ehem, I'm right here." Cheyenne said scolding him.
"I'm just saying..." He said quietly.
Hey sorry I haven't updated in like a billion years. It's just I have been super busy and I know this isn't a very good chapter. I just didn't want to make you guys wait any longer. I would love to hear ideas for the story! Suggestions and opinoins are greatly welcomed! :)