"Okay, you stay and get ready. I'm gonna go find something to do and I'll be back at 8 to pick you up." He said, quickly, kissing my cheek and heading for the bedroom door to leave. I crossed my arms and looked at him confused.

"And just where're you're goin? Why do you have to leave anyway?" He turned back around and shrugged.

"I want to make this like a real date."

"It's a real date no matter what…"

"No. Like a real date, goin back in time before we were married with a house and jobs and stuff. We never really had fun dates before…"

"I had fun."

"I didn't." I glared.

"Why? Because we didn't do anything?" He nodded once.

"Exactly. Glad you understand, honey. I'll see you in a little bit!" I glared at the door after he shut it.

"Couples who are just datin don't call each other 'honey'!" I shouted after him. We were still at my parents house, but we were gonna bring the suitcases and stuff down when he comes to get me, then go to the hotel after the 'date'. He was dressed pretty casual, so I guess that means I can too. Thank goodness, because I didn't pack anything nice. I tried on several different outfits and stared at myself for a long time in each one of them. I was goin on a date with my husband for cryin out loud! He's seen me at my worse, why does it even matter? Well I know for sure I'll wear these jeans, their comfortable, and at the same time, Brocks favorite. I wore a tight, black tank top and tucked it in, then stared at all the different shirts I could put over it.

Lets see… we could go with the plaid, button up, the sweater Momma got me, it's make her day… Or the plain white v-neck which was plain… Very plain. I eyed it for a while, then decided to try it on. It was tight as well and the tank top showed at the top, although the tank top was pretty low-cut too. Guess it wasn't too plain when you put it on… especially of you're Brock and wont be payin attention to the plainness of the shirt… I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Momma call my name. I pulled the tank top up at the top and took my time walking down the stairs.

"Your friend… Lori Ann, is on the phone." Lori Ann? I quickly walked over to the phone and picked it up off the counter.

"Hello?"

"Reba! You'll never guess what just happened to me." I didn't take anytime to think, I was too impatient.

"What? What happened?" She waited a few seconds before answering to me.

"I'm getting married!"

"What?! I'm sorry, Lori Ann, the phone must be breakin up… I don't think I heard you right. Did you say I'm getting married or-"

"Yes! I am…"

"To who?! How? Were you even datin anybody?!"

"Reba… he took me to Vegas… We've been talkin for a while now, so we figured, why not now? It's the perfect time… and place."

"How long has this guy been around? Have I met him? Or even heard of this one?"

"Yeah… I took him bowling with us that one time…"

"Jerry?"

"No…? Well, maybe you haven't met him, but he's really nice, Reba…"

"Lori Ann… Please don't do anything stupid, please."

"I'm doin it, Reba. I love this man. He's incredible. I'll take pictures. Gotta go!"

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"What do you wear on a first date?"

"Well, low-cut, short skir- Wait, aren't you married? Because I'm pretty sure I was there that day…"

"Forget it. Don't know why I asked you anyway… Have a nice wedding…"

"Thanks! I'm gettin ready now. I'll tell you all about it later."

"Goodbye, Lori Ann…" I said, in an exhausted voice. So, my best friend is getting ready for her wedding with a guys she's never even dated and I'm getting ready for a date with a guy I already married. I chuckled to myself as I went up the stairs.

"Somethin funny, sweetheart?" Momma asked.

"My life." I said, going up the stairs. I sighed and shook my head. She didn't ask any further questions. I went back into the room, threw on my favorite belt and boots, then went into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I kept my naturally curly, big hair down and fixed my bangs, did my makeup the way Brock always compliments and wore his favorite perfume of mine. By the time I was done and back into the room it was 7:54. I felt my eyes get wide and I started throwing all of out stuff together and in the suitcases. I drug both down the stairs, one at a time and left them by the door. I was just about to go upstairs to double check that I had everything, but I heard a knock on the door. I looked at my parents, then quickly walked over to the door. I smirked at him and he smiled.

"Would you like to come in and meet my parents?" He chuckled and I grinned.

"Absolutely." He stepped in and I looked at my parents who were looking at us confused.

"Uh… I think I've met your husb-"

"Just. Come meet him, momma. You too Daddy." I demanded. They shared another confused look, but both rose from the couch and walked over to us.

"Hello, Mrs. McKinney. It's so nice to meet you." He turned to Daddy and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, sir." I chuckled quietly. (Sir… Remember Kyras first date? Lol!)

"You remind me an awful lot of my son-in-law…" momma said.

"Oh. You're married?" He asked, looking at me. "I had no clue… Think he'll be mad I'm takin his wife out?" I smirked and shook my head.

"Not a bit." I answered, looping my arm through his.

"I'll have her back by… Well, we'll come see you guys tomorrow." he whispered the last part. Momma winked and nodded.

"Y'all have fun. I love you!" She said as we started walking towards the truck.

"We love you too, Momma." I called back, then hopped in the passenger side. "So. Where're we goin?" He grinned.

"It's a surprised." He took a deep breath through his nose and looked towards me. "It's my favorite…" I smirked.

"You must be around a lot of girls to have a favorite woman's perfume…" He chuckled.

"Actually, my wife wears it sometimes… but only if I'm doin somethin right. She knows it drives me crazy… those pants look similar to a pair she has too. Also my favorite, how ironic."

"Oh… so you're married too? Wow… We're terrible spouses, huh?" I asked, chuckling.

"I guess they'll have to find a way to put up with us." I smiled and stared at him for a while. "What?" He asked with a grin. I shook my head.

"Nothin… So tell me more about this wife of yours… Is she pretty?"

"Oh yeah." He said, nodding. "I don't go out with ugly girls." I smirked.

"What's she look like?"

"Red hair. Big, red hair." I laughed. "Bright blue eyes, and a contagious, beautiful smile. Perfect, hourglass figure… Just… perfect." I scooted over into the middle part of the seat, rested my hand on his lower thigh and kissed his cheek.

"How'd she ever get so lucky?" I whispered, my lips barely touching his cheek. I felt him smile, but its fell quickly and I felt him shift, uncomfortably when I slowly moved my hand up his leg. He cleared his throat and shifted again.

"Uh…"

"What?" I asked in an innocent, yet guilty voice. I kissed his jaw, then behind his ear. He moved his head further towards his window, trying to move away from me.

"Do you wanna make it to this date or not?" He asked with a shaky voice. I laughed and moved away from him.

"Sorry." I said, halfheartedly

"Now, that's somethin my wife would do…" I smirked.

"She sounds like someone I could get along with."

"Oh… I'm sure, and y'know it's weird… It's almost like you knew exactly what to do…" I chuckled and he turned to look at me with his eyebrow raised and a smirk.

"Coincidence, I guess… So, where're we goin?"

"Crazy."

"Brock…"

"Reba…" He mocked.

"I'm serious. You know I hate when I don't know what's goin on…"

"Well, I do now. How was I supposed to know? We barely know each other…"

"Oh… Okay. You'll regret those words later." I saw his smile fall and I smirked. "Hey, this was your idea, not mine."

"Well, just a minute ago you couldn't keep your hands off me!"

"That was a minute ago… It's crazy how fast a woman can change her mind, of course, you should know, your wife and I seem to have a lot in common." He nodded.

"Yeah, and I know how fast I can change her mind back."

"Well, it may work on her, but it ain't gonna work on me, darlin."

"We'll see about that…" I smirked and raised my eyebrow.

"Are you sure you wanna make it a challenge? Cuz I'm pretty sure I have control of this one…" I watched his expressionless face for a few seconds before he slowly starting shaking his head. I nodded. "Didn't think so." After a while he started making a lot of familiar turns.

"We're almost there…" I sat up more straight and bit my lip trying to think. I took a sharp breath before talking.

"Are-are we going… Roller skating?" He smirked.

"Maayybe." I laughed, worried.

"I cant roller skate. You know my coordination ain't the best…"

"Oh, I know. It'll be fun though" I eyed him for a minute.

"I'm gonna fall!" He shrugged.

"Probably."

"I will…"

"How do you know for sure?" I sighed and he stared at me as he pulled into a parking spot. "H-have you never been roller skating?!"

"Of course I have!… Well, no. Maybe I haven't… Why does it matter?!" He chuckled.

"How have you never been? How'd you know what we were doin then?" I rolled my eyes.

"I've come here before… but I've never actually skated…"

"Why?"

"Because I knew I'd fall! I don't wanna fall, Brock… Most people don't enjoy it." I huffed and looked out my window. I heard him breathe a laugh then he patted my knee.

"I'll help you. You'll be fine…" I gave him a disapproving look. "Do you wanna do something else?" I sighed and shook my head after I thought about it.

"I guess I'll try it… But if you let me fall, Brock I swear I'll-"

"I wont… Just c'mon!" He hopped out, then came around and waited for me to get out.

"And this better be fun…" I threatened. He chuckled and held the door for me to go in.

"Just enjoy yourself… scaredy cat." I shot him a dirty look and he gave me a charming smile that made me roll my eyes. We walked in and it was completely dead. Not one person.

"Wow… this place is packed…" I mumbled. He rested his hand on the small of my back and started talking to the acne-faced, teenage boy who sounded tired and bored.

"11 for me and a…" He eyed my feet. "Like a… 7?" I smirked.

"Lucky guess?" I asked.

"Of course not. I know what size shoe you wear." I gave him a sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah right…" The boy gave us our skates and we sat down at a table to put them on. Brock quickly tied his and I made him tie mine too. He stood up and held out his hands. I hesitated before taking them, but I did. He slowly pulled me up and my feet rolled into his skates. He smiled and let go of one of my hands, then started skating. I didn't move my feet, I just let him pull me and I focused on keeping my balance. We got to the step where we actually had to go onto the wood flooring and I gulped. Brock stepped down and turned, not letting go of my hand, and waited for me.

"C'mon, its okay." He said reassuringly. I took a deep breath and held out my other hand for him to take. I stepped down one foot at a time and let out a sigh of relief once that was over. He still held both of my hands as he started skating backwards. One of my skates slipped out from underneath me as he started moving. I gasped and he quickly pulled on both of my arms to keep me from hitting the floor.

"Agh!" I let out a frustrated groan and he laughed and shook his head while he helped me regain my balance. "How is this fun?"

"Just… You'll catch on. Ready?" I shook my head. "Reba…"

"I've been out here for 30 seconds, Brock, and I almost died!" He laughed.

"But I saved your life… Now, c'mon…" He let go of one of my hands again and skated next to me. "Honey, you gotta move your feet…" I shook my head again.

"Nope… Not happening."

"Just try, I wont let you fall." I sighed and rolled my eyes, then picked up my right skate and pushed it backwards. "There ya go. Now keep doing it."

"Yes, Brock… I know." I said, annoyed. After I started moving both of my feet we started speeding up. Once I got the hang of it, a long, long time later, and could go around the corners I had to admit it was kinda fun. I felt his grip on my hand loosen and I shot him a worried look. "No." He laughed and shook his hand free of mine. "No, Brock…" He skated away and I heard him chuckle. Then he turned around and started skating backwards to face me.

"Come get me." I crossed my arms and shook my head. "Chicken?" I narrowed my eyes. He started making chicken noises and flapping his arms like wings. I rolled my eyes and started slowly skating. He laughed, probably because I didn't necessarily look like a pro, like he did.

"I hate you." I mumbled.

"Oooh… Does that mean I'm not getting a second date?"

"If this is how all your dates are, then no, absolutely not."

"Just because we're not goin to see some chick-flick or somethin?" I narrowed my eyes at him again.

"Why were you laughin at me?" he smirked and shrugged.

"You're cute."

"In other words, I look ridiculous…"

"You're a beginner." I realized I wasn't getting any closer to him and he wasn't about to slow down for me, so I guess that means I have to speed up. I looked down at my skates and started going faster. "Don't look down, look ahead of you." I put my head back up and watched him. I started getting a little closer, but he sped up too. I sighed and went a little faster. "See? You got it…" I tried not to smirk, but I couldn't help it. I got to the point where if I reached far enough I could touch him, so I leaned forward to poke his chest, but he leaned back so I just barely missed him. I almost lost my balance so I straightened out again, then sped up and little and tried again. This time he didn't lean back, he let me touch him, but he slowed down so I ran right into him. I grabbed around his waist for dear life and he chuckled.

"What the hell, Brock?!" He laughed again.

"What?"

"I was doin good! Why'd you ruin it?" He didn't answer, he just smiled and lifted my chin to kiss me. I moved my hands up and placed them on the back of his neck. After about a minute I pulled back. "That's more than I usually give on a first date, so consider yourself lucky." We both smiled and he went to kiss me again but the sound of the boys voice came over the loud speaker.

"Closing in 10 minutes. I repeat, closing in 10 minutes."

"Was the necessary?" Brock whispered. "We're the only ones here…" I laughed.

"He feels important. Come on." I grabbed his hand and we skated back over to the table to change into our regular shoes and return the skates. After we did that we went out to the truck.

"Hungry?" I shrugged.

"Not really, but I'm not ready to go." He laughed.

"You act like we have to separate."

"I know, but we don't do a lot of stuff like this." He nodded.

"Okay, so where to?" I thought about it, then smiled.

"I'll drive." He eyed me for a minute, then nodded.

"Okay…" We didn't get out, I just climbed over him and into the drivers seat. "Where're we goin?" He asked as I pulled out. I smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"It's a surprise." I said.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." About 10 minutes later we pulled into my favorite, outdoor ice-cream place. "It's like 60 degrees out!" I shrugged.

"Ice-cream is always good." I saw him smile and shake his head out of the corner of my eye as I unbuckled and got out. "Can you grab me that hoodie that's in there?" I stood in the short line of 2 people and felt him come up behind me, setting the sweatshirt on my shoulder.

"Told ya it's too cold for ice-cream."

"Fine. Don't have any then." I said then slipped the sweatshirt on, leaving it unzipped. I stuck my hands in the pockets and he slipped his arms through mine and around my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You have fun?" I smiled and nodded.

"Surprisingly." I sighed and tilted my head back, resting it on his shoulder. "Thank you for teachin me." He kissed my cheek and I smiled.

"Thank you for tryin." We were next up, so I walked forward and Brock let go of me. I looked back at him.

"Do you just wanna share somethin?" he shrugged.

"Sure."

"What do you want?"

"I don't care." I sighed and ended up going with a boring chocolate cone. As soon as the guy handed it to me I turned around and went to take a lick only to get it taken out of my hand. I gave him a 'really..?' look and he chuckled.

"I'm sorry, baby, did you want some?"

"Uh, yeah. I just ordered it." I said in a 'duh' voice.

"Here you go." He moved the cone in front of my face.

"I don't get to hold it?" He shook his head. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth, but as soon as I did he gently pushed the cone onto my nose and laughed. I glared at him for a second, then swiped my fingers into the ice cream and wiped it across his face. Now I was the one laughing and he was the one glaring. I hurried into the truck and he was right on my heels. I tried locking the doors but he was already getting in.

"I'm in white!" I shouted before he could do anything else. He raised his eyebrow.

"Then take it off." He said with a grin.

"No. I have an excuse, why would I wanna get rid of it?" He brought the ice cream closer to my chest.

"Take it off or you get a brown shirt." He kept getting closer and closer.

"Okay!" I whipped my t-shirt off so I was just in the black tank top. Now he brought it closer to my face and I watched it closely. He started inching towards my cheek but before he could touch it I quickly moved and took a bite with my lips instead. I pushed his arm out of the way and planted a big, chocolatey kiss on his forehead. He laughed and smeared it on my neck. I gasped and tried glaring at him without smiling. He smirked.

"I'm sorry, let me get that for you." He kissed from my chest, where it started dripping down into my shirt, all the way up my neck to where it first started. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Very smooth, Mr. Hart." He pulled away and smiled, satisfied.

"Thank you… Mrs. Hart."

"Wow! Things are movin pretty fast for our first date, huh?" He laughed and kissed me softly.

"Can we go, now that we destroyed our ice cream cone? Please?" I smirked and nodded. I've never seen him drive as fast as he did to get to that hotel room.