'Cause The Heart Won't Lie – 06
Returning from a soccer game, Van and Jake startled the two ladies who were sitting in the kitchen trying to come up with some kind of scheme to get Reba and Brock back together.
"What are you guys doing?" questioned Jake.
Barbra Jean pointed to the backyard for the two boys to see what was going on there. Jake and Van exchanged puzzled glances, not sure what to look for.
"It's mom and dad! We're trying to get them back together!" Cheyenne gritted.
"Why?" asked Jake. "They are good friends now, why do you want them to get back together?"
"Oh Jakey, so young and ignorant." Barbra Jean hugged his head. "We want to see them together and not all alone. That's why."
Jake rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"Do you realize, if Mrs. H found out that you're trying to be a matchmaker, she'll kill both of you, right?" Van asked casually looking for something to eat.
"Not if we match her with someone she likes. She'll thank us." Cheyenne stated, trying to persuade her husband "And think of it this way, if mom's happy, everybody's happy. And you know she likes to cook when she's happy."
"I'm in." Van remarked.
"What about you, Jake?" Barbra Jean asked the boy.
Shrugging, he replied, "I don't care. As long as mom is happy."
"What are you guys gonna do to make your mom happy?" Asked Brock interestingly, making everyone near jump out of their skin. They were huddling around Jake and did not see him come in.
"We're gonna find her a man." Cheyenne replied, studying his reaction.
"Oh..." Brock frowned a little, but his sadness quickly disappeared. "Let me know if you guys need any help."
"Wait, wait, wait," Cheyenne grabbed his elbow before he walked away, "We mean 'YOU'."
Brock's eyes lit up with satisfaction but once again, it disappeared very quickly. "Good one Cheyenne."
"We're serious!" Barbra Jean confirmed. Brock stared at her in disbelief.
"Yes dad. We all agree that maybe you should get back together with mom. I mean, you still love her don't you?"
Brock sighed, "Look, Cheyenne. It doesn't matter if I still love her or not, but your mom, she's over me. We've been friends again for the past whatever weeks. The last thing I want is messing up and she kicked me out of the house again."
"But-"
"Just drop the idea, alright? And do yourselves a favor, I suggest whatever you do, don't even let her know what you guys are thinking. If you still want to live and see tomorrow." Brock stated, walking to the living room and back a few seconds later with a few towels for his ex-wife and his granddaughter who were still having fun outside.
"Now what we gonna do?" Barbra Jean mumbled.
"I'd say we don't need his help," said Van. Everybody looked at him in disbelief. "Hey, if getting them back together means we get better food then we should!"
Walking back to the backyard with towels, Brock couldn't help but beam at the thought of his family wanting him to get back together with his ex-wife. As crazy as the idea was to him, he wondered if it could be possible. If so, his life could be complete again.
"Grandpa, Grandma and me will go to the park tomorrow, would you come with us?" Asked the girl as Reba wrapped a towel around her. Brock glanced at Reba to check if she knew the girl would ask him.
Reba swept her eyes toward him. "Grandpa might be busy. He might have a date." She didn't even realized she was sounding out if he had a date. Tomorrow was valentines after all.
"No I don't have a date. And if Grandma doesn't mind, I'd like to go with you." Brock replied locking his eyes on Reba who was busy drying her hair.
"Grandma doesn't mind. She told me to ask you," told Elizabeth innocently.
Blushing, Reba pretended not to hear what the girl just said, "Alright, let's go upstairs and clean up. We had enough fun today." Reba wrapped a huge towel around Elizabeth, then picked her up into her arms, as she instructed, "Elizabeth and I will use the bathroom in our, er, I mean my room. You can take the other one."
"What time are we going on a date?" asked Brock kiddingly and receiving a glare in response. He chuckled following her into the house. Soon enough to see the family startled when Reba came in.
"Are you having some kind of secret meeting?" asked Reba seeing them looking suspicious.
"Nothing, Mrs. H. What's for dinner?"
Rolling her eyes, Reba walked away. "Wait, mom. Do you have any plans tomorrow?" called Cheyenne.
"Grandma has a date." Elizabeth's answer took every one by surprise. "With Grandpa."
"I don't have a date." Blushing, Reba corrected, "But tomorrow Elizabeth and I will go to the park, and she asked Brock to come along." Nevertheless, before Elizabeth could say anything more. Reba carried her out of the kitchen.
Still beaming, Brock said to the group, "Remember what I just said earlier?"
Letting out a long sigh, Cheyenne replied, "Yes dad, but-"
"I take that back." Brock cut Cheyenne off leaving the kitchen with a huge grin still spread across his face leaving everyone confused.
"Now what we gonna do?" Barbra Jean mumbled, again.
"Well I think they don't need us after all," stated Van. "But I still need dinner though. Who wants pizza?"
The next day as Reba was getting ready to go to the park, Brock knocked at her door. "Reba, mind if I used your bathroom?"
"Sure," said Reba opening her door for him, her breath got caught in her throat. She stood there with her ex wearing nothing but a towel covering his lower body.
"I just finished shaving and Jake kicked me out of the bathroom," Brock explained, satisfied at the fact that Reba was staring at his bare chest as if she wanted to touch it.
"Er..." Reba shook her head to snap out of the foolish thought of running her hands on his chest. "You can go ahead and use the bathroom. I'm gonna go get Elizabeth ready."
Marching out of her room, Brock called her back, "Wait, Reba. I still don't know which park we're going to today."
"We're going to Six Flags," she replied.
"But that's a three hour drive," cried Brock.
"Why do you think I asked Elizabeth to find out if you wanna come? Always nice to have another driver." Reba gave him a wink turning the corner leaving Brock shaking his head with a grin. Oh well, at least he got to spend some time with her.
Walking down to the living room, Reba still couldn't shake the image of his bare chest that she hadn't seen in years. He aged very well, she must say. "Well that's what happened when you soak something in alcohol." Giggling, she murmured.
"Happy Valentines, mom. Look what you've got!" Cheyenne called excitingly getting Reba's attention. "Red roses. I wonder who sent them." She waved the roses in front of her mother. Reba reached out for the card, Cheyenne snatched the card from her hand and read it aloud. "I've never stop loving you. Dad"
Blushing, Reba snatched the card back and read it herself. Her smiled faded when she saw the card literally wrote, 'I've never stop loving you. Dad.' "Is this one from my dad or from your dad?" Reba sounded a little annoyed.
"My dad," Cheyenne answered naively.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, Cheyenne. If you're gonna pretend that this bouquet is from your dad, it should be signed 'Brock', not 'Dad'."
Narrowing her eyes, thinking. Cheyenne exclaimed, "Craapp! Stupid Van! I didn't think he would take me literally when I told him to order the flowers for mom from dad."
"What the heck is going on?"
"Well alright. We think it'd be nice if you and dad get back together," admitted Cheyenne.
"Who is 'we'?"
"All of us. Even Barbra Jean too."
"Why wasn't I included in that discussion?"
"Because we know you would be in denial. Admit it mom. You still love him."
"Cheyenne," cried Reba, "We have gone through this conversation before, many times. And I constantly tell you that your daddy and I are good friends now and we don't want anything to jeopardize our friendship. We're no good for each other as husband and wife, but we're great friends. Get it? Got it? Good!" Reba concluded stomping off from the living room to the kitchen to check on her granddaughter who was having breakfast with her daddy.
Letting out a long heavy sigh, thinking Reba must be the most stubborn person alive, Cheyenne murmured, "Dad, I think you need more help than we initially thought."