I guess that last chapter inspired me. Lol. I think I've got a few more chapters left that I can squeeze out of this story (:

Recap:

As Reba looked around, she became conscious that the rest of the family was in the kitchen. Swiftly, but still tenderly, she sneaked a kiss from Brock. She smiled stepping away to pick up the rest of the wrapping paper.

Brock smiled too. He could definitely get used to this.

As Christmas day came to a close, Brock looked around the living room. Elizabeth slept soundly between Van and Cheyenne, who were also asleep. Kyra was asleep on one chair, and Jake was asleep on the other. Reba was asleep as well. Her head was resting gently on a pillow propped up against his leg.

Oh yes, he could definitely get used to this.

Quietly, as not to wake anyone, Brock placed one hand behind Reba's knees, and one on her back and carried her up to her room.

"Goodnight sweetheart." He whispered as he kissed her forehead.

"G'night." She mumbled groggily in response.

The next couple of days leading up to New Year's, Brock and Reba were seemingly inseparable. Brock was over at the house from sun up till sundown. The children only thought that the holiday season made him want to be with his family.

"Hey Brock!" Reba smiled before taking a bite of her breakfast. "Why are you over here so early?"

He mischievously made his way behind Reba's chair and began kissing her neck. "Is it a crime that I want to see the most beautiful woman?" she giggled, partly because of the butterfly kisses he was placing on her neck, and partly because of his incredibly sweet comment.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked while trying her hardest not to take advantage of Brock right there in the kitchen.

"I don't think so, why?"

"Do you want to go with me to a New Year's party tonight?"

"You, alcohol, and a sexy dress code…I'm in." he grinned from ear to ear. She slapped his chest playfully as she walked over to the sink with her breakfast dishes. "I just figured that since Jake and Kyra will be with their friends, and Cheyenne and Van have their own traditions now, we could spend it together."

"That sounds wonderful." He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

She chuckled against his lips, "I could get used to this."

"I'll be back at 7." He kissed her again before disappearing out the back door.

Hours later, Reba was rushing around her room deciding what to wear.

"Cheyenne!" she yelled for her eldest daughter, thankful that she had not gone home yet.

As Cheyenne appeared in the doorway, she laughed at her frazzled mother. "You need my help, don't you?"

"Yes." She sighed heavily.

"What is the occasion?" Cheyenne knew she was going out, but Reba never was too conscious of what she wore.

"It's New Year's, Cheyenne." She said with an 'obviously' tone in her voice. There was no way she could tell Cheyenne that she wanted to impress Brock.

Cheyenne chose to ignore her and headed straight to the closet. "You have got to have something cute in here. I will just have to look for a while."

After about thirty minutes of looking, Cheyenne pulled out three dresses. One, a white sweater dress, one a strapless, flowy blue dress, and one a black dress. They all were a bit more revealing than what she would normally wear. The two latter looked a bit juvenile to Reba, but she decided to give Cheyenne the benefit of the doubt, and try them all on. She tried the blue dress on first and came through the bathroom door to show Cheyenne.

"Eh, no offense ma, but you look like a flag." She said bluntly.

"Agreed." She returned to try on the black dress.

"Oooh, mama's got a wild side!" Cheyenne cooed, causing Reba to blush violently.

"Shut up." she said, very embarrassed. "This one is too sexy; I'm trying on the other one."

"Wait!" Cheyenne stopped her. "At least consider it!" she pleaded. "It's New Years Eve, have a little fun!"

Reba rolled her eyes, shutting the bathroom door.

The last dress was a white, formfitting, very classy sweater dress. Reba stepped out of the bathroom feeling like a million bucks.

"I like this one." She grinned from ear to ear.

Now that she didn't have to stress about what to wear, it was time to work on her hair and makeup. She wore a bit more makeup than usual. She was still the classy ol' Reba that everyone loved, though.

As she was curling her hair, she heard the door open… It must have been Brock.

"I'm here!" he shouted from the bottom of the steps.

Reba was glad that Cheyenne had gone home before Brock arrived, less awkward questions for her to be bothered with. "I'll be down in a second!" she yelled back.

She was putting the final touches on. Carefully, she placed the diamond bracelet that Brock had gotten her on her wrist, along with diamonds studs in her ears.

She looked herself over in the mirror. She was happy to say she didn't look half bad. She grabbed her black pumps that Cheyenne had also picked out, and headed downstairs.

Brock looked up as he heard Reba coming down the steps. He was in awe, literally speechless.

"How do I look?" she spun around one for him on the landing.

"Gorgeous." It seemed to be the only word he could get out of his mouth.

She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a white sweater dress that hugged her every curve with a black belt that made her tiny waist even more noticeable. Her black pumps were a huge change from her cowboy boots, but it was only for a night, and her beautiful, red curls cascaded down her back. She looked like an angel.

Brock pulled her close, kissing her passionately. If that was any precursor to how the night would be, she couldn't wait.

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