5 minutes after getting to our room there was a knock. I looked at Brock quickly.
"Maybe you should get it this time." He nodded and was already walking over there.
"Yeah… good idea." My lips went into a straight line trying to hold back the laugh as I heard Phils annoyed voice.
"Room service." he called, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. I snorted and let the laugh out.
"Shut up…" He whispered to me before opening the door. "Hey… thanks buddy. And, sorry about my wife… she had one too many drinks last night." I heard him say quietly. I let my jaw drop but then snapped it back shut.
"Mhmm… enjoy your meal." He said, then I listened as he walked away. When Brock shut the door and walked over with the tray in his hands I let out a small laugh.
"He's really enthusiastic about his job, huh?" I said, still grinning.
"Yeah, wonder why."
"I'm sure he gets people like that all the time…"
"Yes, Reba, because there's so many people like you out there." He said sarcastically. I shrugged.
"Maybe."
"No." I smirked.
"Then you're one lucky guy!" I laughed at myself and started tearing my toast absentmindedly. He sat down by me and set the tray in between us.
"I know…" I looked up from my toast and smiled. He just stared.
"Would you quit it?!"
"What?"
"Lookin at me like, I don't know, I'm the most amazing thing in the world or somethin'. And don't even get all cheesy and say 'oh but you are…'" I said in a mocking voice. "Because I'm not."
"But you a-" I put my hands up to stop him.
"Eh eh! don't wanna hear it. Just eat your breakfast…" He smiled and sighed. We ate in silence. 20 minutes later almost all the food was gone. I threw myself back and put my hands on my stomach and let out a big sigh. "I'm stuffed!" He got up and put the tray outside the door then climbed on the bed next to me.
"Think Nancy and Steve got our truck back yet?" I looked at him, shocked.
"Our truck?"
"Well, yeah… We're married now, what's mine is yours. What's yours is mine." I smiled.
"Well, you're welcome to use my lipstick and hairspray whenever you'd like to." He laughed.
"Thanks…"
"I doubt they have… its not even nine and Steve got pretty drunk last night."
"But Nancy didn't, she probably dragged him outta bed an hour ago." He said and I nodded.
"Probably. Which reminds me…" I sat up and so did he.
"What?"
"Nancy didn't have one drink last night… not even during toasts."
"So? She needed to drive… whats the big de…Wait… you don't think shes… no… no way!" I laughed.
"Yes, yes way. She told me last night but said she didn't want to tell anybody because it was 'our night'." I said, smiling ear to ear.
"What?! That's incredible!" He said wrapping me in a tight hug.
"I know! I'm so happy for them. Aunt Reba and Uncle Brock… I like it." I said. We were both smiling still.
"Oh… I cant wait to meet the little guy."
"guy, huh?" he shrugged.
"Hopefully. Then him and our son can be best friends." I smiled and shook my head.
"You think you've got it all planned out, don't ya?"
"Oh, I know how its gonna be." I raised my eyebrows.
"Okay…"
"Whens she due?" I shrugged.
"Don't know, but I'm guessing she just found out considering nobody knows yet."
"We're the first?" I nodded.
"I think so. Steve always said he'd make sure I was the first to know and Nancy agreed. I don't even think Steve knows I know."
"Is he gonna get mad he didn't get to tell you?"
"He might, but only for a few seconds."
"Man… seems like yesterday we were all out partyin, now look at us. All married and starting families… We're such adults."
"Brock… It was yesterday we were all partyin."
"Oh, you know what I mean." I nodded and closed my eyes. A minute later I was being shook.
"Reba! Wake up, your parents are gonna be here any minute." My eyes popped open.
"What? I could've sworn I was asleep for 2 seconds." I said sitting up.
"Yeah, 3 hours, 2 seconds, same difference." I sighed before getting out of bed. At least I didn't have to get ready, I already was and all we were doing was going home. Thank. Goodness. We walked down to the lobby, Brock with our suitcase, and waited to see my parents' car. 5 minutes later they pulled into the parking lot. I checked my watch. 11:57. I shook my head and smirked. 'Never late…' I thought to myself. I grabbed Brocks free hand and before we got to the car I heard my mothers voice from inside of it.
"Oh! Look at the cute married couple!" She shouted at us through the rolled down drivers side window. I laughed and shook my head. We got in the backseat and I buckled up. If its one thing I'll never forget about my momma, its her driving. It took us about 17 minutes to get home. When we walked in their suitcases were all already by the door. I looked at them concerned.
"Though y'all weren't leavin till 2..."
"Well, we know how you newly weds are… we figured we'd get outta your hair." Momma said and I felt my face fall. Brock immediately started carrying all their luggage out.
"You guys arent a problem at all, believe me, if you were you'd know!" She smirked at me.
"I know honey, you're too much like me." She said shaking her head.
"When're y'all leavin?" I asked, almost whining. She looked at my daddy and sighed.
"About now, sweetheart." All my air left my chest, I was gonna miss them so much. "But we promise to visit more often, and don't be afraid to come see us!"
"Mom… This is the second time you've come in 4 years, we've come to see you multiple times."
"I know… but we're old!" I laughed and hugged her.
"I'm gonna miss you, momma." Her hug got tighter.
"I'm gonna miss you too…" We pulled away, but still held hands. I smiled at her, then turned to my daddy. I didn't need to say anything to him, I just hugged him and kissed his cheek. Brock hugged my mom and shook daddy's hand, thanked them for staying and all their help.
"I love you guys… so much."
"We love you guys too, honey. Call, everyday!" I laughed. If I didn't call everyday, it was every other.
"She said 'you guys'…" Brock pointed out. I looked at him.
"She did, didn't she?" I smiled. "Well, you are her son-in-law. You're part of the family now… Lucky you!" He laughed and placed his hands on my hips. I reached up and rested my arms around his neck. He kissed me on the nose and I smiled.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you more."
Our first 3 months of marriage went by quickly, Brock worked weekdays, 8 to about 5. I went stir crazy in our boring house all day everyday. I glanced at the clock on the stove, 5:30... He should be home by now. I focused back on the dishes and didn't worry about it. Although, when 6 rolled around I got a little more worried. 'Maybe he's just working over-time.' 6:30... 7... Finally around 7:30 I heard a car door. He walked through the door and I jumped up. I stormed over to him and pushed on his chest with my index finger.
"Where the hell have you been, Brock?! Since when is it ever okay to come home 2 and a half hours late and not tell your wife, huh?!" I said in a panicked voice. He threw his hands up in defense.
"Honey, I just stopped and had a few beers with Steve, didn't realize that was such a crime."
"It is when you don't inform me of what you're doing!" I snapped back, then sighed. "You could've been dead in a ditch for all I knew…" I said, in a calmer, more sad voice now. He put his hands on my upper arms.
"Honey… I'm fine, I'm sorry." He said, then kissed my head. "It wont happen again. I promise." I nodded and let out another sigh.
"I was just scared…"
"I'm sorry…" I shook my head.
"Its fine. You guys have fun?" I asked, walking back to the couch.
"Yeah! He said it was kinda nice to get away from the hormones." He said, chuckling. I raised my eyebrow.
"That's nice." I said sarcastically. He set his work stuff down and came to sit next to me.
"Well… It's Friday… I've worked a pretty hard week…" I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to actually ask instead of drop hints. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't gonna let him know that I knew.
"Mhm…" I said, nodding.
"And… Well Steve said he'd be out a little while longer…"
"Ahh… that's cool…" I said, not giving in.
"So…"
"So…what?" He rolled his eyes.
"Reba."
"Brock." I said, mocking him.
"Do you mind if I go back?"
"Oh! Pshh… of course not. Y'know, after barely seeing me all week because you've been working late, even though you usually inform me when you're working late… You come home 2 and a half hours late without informing me. I sit in this house all day, everyday. Bored out of my mind waiting for that phone to ring hoping every time it does ring that it's a school that needs at least a sub for a day or 2, but that call never happens, so I sit around, clean the already spotless house and wait for my husband to come home just so he can leave me again." He didn't blink once, just stared at me.
"So, that's a yes?" I felt my jaw drop.
"Are you serious right now?!" he sighed.
"Ugh… I don't know, Reba…" He thought for a second, then grinned. "Wanna come with?" I thought about it. Hmm… I haven't been out in months. The only place I go is the grocery store.
"Hm… Sure. Why not?" He sat up straight and looked surprised.
"Really?" He asked, smiling. I nodded.
"Yeah." His smile grew bigger.
"You never come out with me." We both stood.
"You never offer." I said, smirking because we both knew it was true. I patted him on the chest as I walked by to get ready, leaving him to think about what I said. I finished my hair and started my makeup. As I was putting on my lip stick I saw Brock come up behind me in the mirror. I glanced at him, then went back to my lips. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his warm breath on my neck.
"I'm so sorry…" I rubbed my lips together, then looked at him in the mirror.
"For?"
"Everything. I've been such a lousy husband. I really don't deserve you, Reba." I sighed.
"You're not a lousy husband, Brock. You just have to remember, it's the little things that count. Even if you ask me to go out with you every time you go out and I say no, it will still make my day. But, when you just run off with your friends, not asking me to come it makes me feel like I'm doing a lousy job at being your wife. Like you cant wait to leave again." he kissed my neck.
"You're the best wife in the world for putting up with me."
"Yeah, it ain't easy…" I said, chuckling. "But I do love it. We both make mistakes and we learn from them. Now you know to just ask me every once in a while to do something, right?" He nodded.
"Oh yeah. I will. All the time, I promise." I smiled and turned my head to give him a quick kiss. He unwrapped his arms and took a few steps back. "Woo wee! Those jeans are somethin else!" He said, checking out my butt. I laughed, trying to stay focused on my makeup. He patted my butt and kissed my cheek.
"You may need to change them…" He whispered into my ear. I chuckled.
"Nah…"
"Ugh… It's gonna be a looooongg night." I laughed.
"It's gonna be a fun night!" He took another peek at my behind again before I closed the door with my foot on him. "Pig!" I called out. I heard him laugh.
"You do it to me!" I smirked and finished getting ready. After I was finished I walked out, tucking my tank top into my jeans. I walked to the closet, grabbed my plain, white button-up shirt and put that on, also tucking it in, leaving the top few buttons unbuttoned, showing some of my tank top. I threw on my boots and pulled my jeans over down over them, then looked in the mirror. Casual, normal, plain? Belt. I went to the closet and grabbed one of my belts with my favorite belt-buckle. Ahh… better. I walked out and saw Brock sitting on the edge of the couch waiting.
"Ready?" I asked. He looked up at me with wide eyes.
"You better make your wedding ring very visible tonight." I looked at him, confused, then looked down to make sure everything was covered. It was.
"I only show cleavage when I bend over…" He smirked, got up, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Yeah, I know. You're just pretty." I breathed a laugh as he kissed my cheek. He let go, grabbed my purse, the keys, and his wallet, then walked out. I shut off all the lights, locked the door, then went out to the car. He stood outside the car, unsure on whether I wanted to drive or not. I walked over to the drivers side and climbed up into the truck.
"Where're we goin?" I asked.
"Steves at The Image right now, we can go somewhere else though, if you want." I shrugged and buckled.
"I don't care where we go." I put it in reverse and took off.
"Reba, you seriously have the heaviest foot in the world. We're in no rush, slow your role." I rolled my eyes.
"There is nothing wrong with my driving or my lead foot."
"Other than the fact that it led me to an accidental proposal?" I raised my eyebrows and felt butterflies in my stomach, not the cute, giggly kind, the mean, angry kind.
"Oh, I'm sorry Brock. Was that meant for somebody else? There someone better this was supposed to go to?"
"No…" He answered causally.
"Then why does it matter? If it was for me, and I got it, whats the big deal?"
"It's just not the way I planned it. I wanted it to be something you'd remember forever, not just sittin in this old truck."
"I wont forget it, Brock…"
"Well, I just didn't make it very special or romantic."
"It slipped, and I loved it. There couldn't have been a better way of doing it then out of anger." I laughed. "It explains our relationship perfectly, huh? 'Hey kids, wanna hear how your dad purposed? We were fightin, he was mad, he blurted it out, we made up.' Like always." He smiled and grabbed my right hand as I steered with my left. I played with his wedding ring the whole ride there. Not a single word was spoken.