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"Jake get away from the window, the TV said that this was just the eye of the storm," said Reba as she paced back and forth behind the couch. The twins had not returned for several hours and she began to fear that something had happened.
"Are you ok, Reba?" You haven't sat down for hours," said Brock. Reba blinked, her face beginning to show the signs of anger.
"Am I ok? Am I ok! Two of my children are caught out in the middle of this storm and could very easily be hurt or worse. The real question is why aren't you pacing right here beside me?" she replied. Brock gave her a questioning look.
"What do you mean? Its just a little storm, no big deal," he said. Reba's eyes widened with shock and anger.
"Just a little storm? Whole cities have blown away in storms this size, and two of your children are out there right now," she answered him. Brock took a deep breath.
"Reba, if I don't think that the worst could happen to them then it wont."
"What about when they get back?" she asked, crossing her arms. Brock cocked an eyebrow at her in question.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Cole swore that if you and Barbra Jean didn't straighten things out by the time he returned he would leave and take Kyra with him," Reba said. Brock shrugged.
"They'll only get a few blocks before we have the police pick them up," he said. Reba, with gritted teeth, punched his arm.
"You've forgotten one very important factor in your little plan: Cole spent five years being a runaway from foster parents, last month's incident he was outside the city limits before we even had a rough idea of where he was!" she said, practically shouting. Brock rubbed his arm as he sat down.
"What are you saying Reba?"
"I'm saying that your showing very little concern of losing both a son and daughter," she answered, her voice softer now. Brock sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"I'm very concerned about loosing the twins, but I just don't know how to figure things out with Barbra Jean," he said. Thunder sounded outside, signaling the return of the storm.
"You better get to figuring it out," she said as she returned to pacing. The front door suddenly burst open with the wind, allowing Kyra to stumble in and fall just in front of the door. Cole managed to pull himself inside as well before he forced the door closed. Cole pulled the sopping wet hat off his head and tossed is partly across the room as he slid down the door and settled on the floor.
"Mom, take a look at her leg," he panted, pointing slightly to Kyra. Reba hurried over and half dragged Kyra to the couch.
"Well its not broken as far as I can see," she said as she returned her attention to Cole, who had already fallen asleep with exhaustion. Brock tugged and pulled to get the wet coat, boots, and jeans off Cole while Reba did the same with Kyra. When the twins would reawaken, they would find themselves covered with blankets.
"You did pretty good," said Reba as her and Brock stood with cups of coffee, waiting for one of the twins to awaken.
"Well, you know, the things you do for your children," he replied. Reba gave him a look.
"Who are you and what have you done with Brock?" she asked. Brock shook his head slightly, chuckling.
"I've just been thinking. You know Cole is the first of the kids to stand up to me like that," he said.
"Of course he is, I middle aged man in a polo shirt isn't exactly considered threatening by the general populace," said Reba. Brock just shrugged.
"I just want to know what caused him to act like that. The only other person I've seen someone mad like that is you."
"Well I'm just glad that he did it. It was about time someone around here gave you two a kick in pants, literally or physically," Reba said. Across the room, Kyra stirred slightly on the couch. Both parents watched, waiting to see if she would wake up and be able to give them some answers. But she simply scrunched down further under the blankets. Nearby, Cole flinched occasionally, like someone was trying to hit him in his dream.
Hours passed by as they waited for the storm to finally pass. In all that time, neither of the twins awoke. Finally, Reba lost her patience. She walked over and shook Kyra, bringing her out of a ten-hour sleep.
"Mom," she said drowsily, trying to sit up and give her mother a hug. But Reba stopped her due to her leg, bending down and giving her a hug instead.
"You made it home," Reba said, squeezing Kyra tight like she didn't want to loose her again.
"We made it home," Kyra echoed as she looked over at Cole, who still slept. He suddenly jerked awake and looked around the living room, like he thought that it was still a dream.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Kyra said as he sat up slightly. He rolled his eyes in response as he forced himself to stand.
"Sometimes I prefer the land between the land of the living and the dead," he replied as he started to eat a few crackers laying on the coffee table. Reba shook her head and smiled, happy that her family was safe and back together.
"All right, so are you two gonna tell me what happened or not?" she asked. The twins looked at each other and shrugged.
"Maybe after we get something decent to eat," said Cole, patting his stomach to show he was hungry.