**LONG CHAPTER ALERT** All my other chapters are around 3,000 words and this one is almost 6,000... The funny part is, is that it's completely pointless. Lol. Oh well, sorry for the long wait... I've been busy. Review and let me know what you think. I proof read most of it, but not the end, so if there are mistakes, sorry! :O Hopefully there's not too many though... Okay, enjoy this long, pointless, 11 and a half page chapter! :D
"I can't believe you're making me do this…"He rolled his eyes and walked to the closet.
"You never get out, you've never left the baby's side, and Lori Ann and Nancy want you to. It'll be good for you." He grabbed a little black dress off a hanger and turned around, grinning. "How bout this?" I shook my head slowly and he frowned. "Why not?" I got off the bed and took the dress out of his hands, hanging it back up.
"Because, I don't know what we're even doing, but I doubt it's the right occasion for that." I felt his hands slide down my arms and his mouth against my ear.
"I have an occasion for it…" He whispered and I could tell he was smiling. I smirked and leaned my head back, resting it on his shoulder.
"Can I stay home then? I'd rather attend the occasion you have in mind." He stopped kissing my neck and pushed me forward lightly.
"No. You have to go, pick something out and be ready in an hour." I frowned.
"Why can't I just stay here? I'd rather be with you and Cheyenne not with friends." He shook his head.
"No, Reba. You're always with us. You need to get out a little, you're gonna go crazy."
"No I won't! I'm gonna go crazy leavin… What of somethin happens?" He sighed.
"Like what?"
"Like…. Like what if you run out of milk?"
"We have, like, a thousand bottles… we'll be fine."
"Okay… What if… what if she doesn't want the bottle? Sometimes she does that, y'know. She'll refuse to-"
"She's done it twice… and we need to start getting her more used to bottles anyway, she's five months old."
"Well, what if she just wants her mommy, huh? Ever think of that?" He nodded.
"Yes, Reba, but she is my daughter too and you need to trust that I'll be fine."
"I'm not worried about you, I-"
"Yes you are. I know you are." I shook my head.
"I trust you with everything, but… I'm gonna miss her…" He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"I know, honey. But she'll be asleep before you even leave so you won't miss anything in her life, I promise. Nothing exciting, anyway. Now, get ready, they'll be here soon." I sighed and nodded, then he walked out, shutting the bedroom door behind him. I rolled my eyes at my closet and whipped out something that looked somewhat comfortable. I hope we're not going anywhere fancy. I got dressed and quickly got ready before they got here. I walked out, glancing at the clock.
"What time are they supposed to be here?" I asked Brock who was sitting on the couch watching golf with a very tired Cheyenne in his arms.
"9... Honey, you clean in that t-shirt." I shrugged.
"It's comfortable… is there something wrong with it?"
"Well… it has paint and bleach stains all over it… But, as long as you're happy."
"Well, I'm not. I could wear this shirt at home with you guys… which is where I wanna be anyway." he shook his head and looked back at the TV.
"You're goin… and you'll have fun." I rolled my eyes and sat next to them. I stared at them for a few seconds before smiling.
"Can I please stay home? I really don't wanna leave you guys…" He shook his head, not looking away from the TV. "Please?" I kissed the corner of his mouth, but he shook his head again. "Why are you doin this to me?" He smirked.
"To torture you."
"I know! Why do you get to stay here?"
"I have to leave you guys every morning… You can make it a few hours." I opened my mouth to speak but the door flew open. I sighed and rolled my eyes before they saw us. Brock chuckled and patted my thigh. Nancy and Lori Ann walked in, smiling, but their smiles faded right away.
"Honey, what do you think you're doin wearin that?" Lori Ann asked. I frowned and looked down at my t-shirt.
"What?" I asked, sadly.
"We're not goin to the grocery store to pick up more formula, darlin… We're goin to have fun!"
"She doesn't eat formula." I said as she pulled me off the couch. "And what kinda 'fun'? I am a moth-"
"Ah stop! No… you are not gonna use that 'I'm a mom now' excuse to be a party pooper all night. We're havin fun… the same fun we used to have whether you're a mother now or not." She walked over to my closet and started yanking clothes out and throwing them at me. "C'mon! Put somethin on… we're burnin moonlight." She pulled a pair of jeans down from way back in my closet and turned around with wide eyes.
"What?"
"These still fit you!?" I shrugged.
"I don't know about now, but they did a few years ago when I had them on."
"You haven't worn these in a few years?!" I shook my head.
"Why would I? They're tight and uncomfortable-"
"Put 'em on." She threw them at me and I stared down at them before laughing.
"You do realize I am a-"
"Stop that right now." I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"I'm not wearin them… Besides, I don't think Brock'll let me outta the house if he sees me in them. He'll kill me before I leave." Maybe I should wear them… then he might let me stay home.
"Well, it's worth a shot. C'mon… please?" I sighed.
"Fine." She grinned.
"And theres a white tank top right there." She quickly left and I got dressed. I'll walk out in the tank top and if he actually lets me leave I'll put a zip-up sweatshirt over it before we even leave the driveway. I looked in the mirror and shook my head. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed these pants actually still fit. They don't fit the way my other jeans do… they're the most uncomfortable things I've ever worn, but they fit. I grabbed the fabric on my thigh and attempted to pull it off my skin… it wasn't happening. I turned to the side to check myself out and smirked. Not bad, Reba… not bad… When I walked out I saw Steve in the kitchen eating something, Lori Ann was complaining about the golf, and Nancy was helping Trevor hold Cheyenne. I sat on the arm of couch next to Nancy and made sure Brock could see me but he didn't tear his eyes away from the screen. I cleared my throat and stood.
"Okay, well, I guess we should get goin…" Brock just nodded. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him and he just looked around me. I took his face in my hands and kissed him a little more than what we usually do in front of people. He looked confused when I pulled away and went back to the TV, then did a double take at me with wide eyes and stood.
"W-w-wait… W-w," He took a second to clear his throat and slow down a little. "Weren't you wearin something else before?"
"Well, nobody seemed too impressed by the old t-shirt and jeans I was wearin, so-"
"I loved what you were wearin…" Brock said.
"You had a funny way of showin it." I said, smirking.
"Didn't you say somethin about not feelin good earlier?" I shrugged.
"I feel fine."
"So you can stay home…?" he said threw his teeth. I shook my head.
"Don't know what you're talkin about."
"Or maybe it had somethin to do with Cheyenne havin her first sleepover and Aunt Nancy and Uncle Steves?" I shook my head, still smirking. "So we can attend a very special occasion…" I bit my lip and tried not to laugh. I missed my chance to stay home, but I was already dressed and I was having fun with this. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Nevermind, have fun. But… the pants…" He looked down my legs and back up. "You're really wearin those? I though you got rid of 'em." I shook my head.
"Guess not." He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.
"O-okay… well… Have fun, honey." He looked at Lori Ann. "And whatever Lori Ann says, don't listen to her." Lori Ann gave him a dirty look, then he looked at Nancy. "I'm trustin you with her…" I rolled my eyes.
"You act like I'm your car or somethin…"
"No… you're a lot hotter and you don't need keys to drive off with." I felt my eyes get wide.
"What're you sayin?"
"Well, you've never worn those pants with out me with you. It's… scary."
"You think I'm gonna just jump on the first man who looks at me?"
"No, but-"
"Do you not trust me?"
"Of course I do-"
"Then why are we even havin this conversation?"
"I don't like not bein there when you wear them…" I rolled my eyes.
"I'm a big girl."
"I know…" He sighed and looked at me for a few more seconds. "Just… be careful. Have fun, but be careful."
"I will… they're just pants."
"No they're not." Steve said, walking in from the kitchen with a handful of chips. I turned around to glare at him and he shrugged. "I'm just sayin… if you go out wearin those and you don't already have a guy with you, guys will be on you all night. Usually you have Brock with you and guys still try to talk to you."
"And y'all think it's just because I'm wearin pants that are a little tight?" A little too tight for my liking… They both nodded. I looked at Lori Ann who was shaking her head and at Nancy who was too busy with the babies to even notice us. "Do you want me to change?" I asked Brock.
"No. Just try to avoid guys." He smirked.
"Alright… Let's go." Steve said. I looked up at him confused.
"You don't have to drive…"
"I'm droppin you guys off and pickin you back up."
"I'll drive us, it's fine."
"No you wont." Lori Ann said, standing from the couch and walking over to us. "You don't drink and drive, sweetheart."
"I ain't drinkin!"
"Yes, you are."
"I can't!"
"Why? Because 'you're a mom now'?" She said, mockingly.
"Yes! I cant have alcohol in my system and breastfeed… she'll get drunk." Lori Ann looked at me for a few seconds before chuckling.
"Really?" I nodded and she chuckled again. "Well, damnit… way to ruin our fun, Cheyenne."
"Reba, we have-" I glared at Brock and he shut up.
"Yeah, I was just in the kitchen eatin all your food and you guys have like 10 bottles in there… that'll last her until you're clean." I shook my head.
"I'm not riskin it… And theres only 6."
"And by morning you'll be fine."
"Why do you argue?" Steve laughed and put his hands up.
"Woah, Red… I'm just sayin."
"Well don't."
"We have that formula we got from the baby shower too…" Brock said quietly.
"What of she doesn't eat it? She's never had formula."
"Those six bottles will last her all day tomorrow." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"No… I don't even want to leave her let alone be a… Party mom!" Everyone chuckled at me and I frowned. Brock put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head.
"You're not a 'party mom' if you go out once every year and two months."
"I'll go out… but I'm not drinking…" He nodded.
"That's fine." He said, softly. I smiled and looked at Nancy who was bringing me a sleeping Cheyenne. I took her carefully, supporting her with my right arm and pulling on Brocks hand with my left. We quietly went into her bedroom, kissed her and set her in her crib with out her even moving. I smiled and followed Brock out of the room, keeping the door cracked. I walked into our bedroom and grabbed the sweatshirt and zipped it up about half way. Brock walked in and sighed. "That's a little better."
"Do I look slutty or somethin?"
"Not at all! But, and I'm not just sayin this 'cuz you're my wife, you're already an attractive woman… So when you wear tight clothing and show off your body that makes it so much worse for me… when we're in public." He said with a wink. I smirked and looked down at my legs.
"It wasn't my idea… I was perfectly happy in what I was wearin."
"Well… that was pretty bad." I glared and he chuckled. "Only you could pull it off." I shook my head and crossed my arms across my chest.
"You're such a liar."
"Really. I thought you looked cute… but I am just sayin that cuz I'm your husband." I grinned and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, then kissed him until I felt his hands slip around my waist. "These pants really were meant for torturing guys…" I chuckled and kissed him again. He pushed up against me until I stepped back into the bed, then leaned forward making me lean backwards and fall back on the bed. I laughed against his lips and gently pushed on his shoulders.
"You were the one who wanted me to go so bad…" I said quietly, making him clench his teeth. He swallowed hard and moved closer.
"I'm really havin second thoughts about that one."
"Too bad, she's ours." Nancy said from the doorway. I laughed and he pecked my neck once before rolling off me. I stood and straightened my hoodie, then nodded. Looked like I was all ready.
"Maybe those jeans weren't a good idea… I just puked in my mouth a little." Lori Ann said. I rolled my eyes.
"Shouldn't have watched then."
"I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way he attacked you like an animal or somethin." I smirked.
"Attacked?" She nodded. "Lori Ann, I started it."
"Oh. Well then, you go girl." I chuckled and shook my head.
"Can we go?" I asked.
"Please? Before I don't let you guys have her." Brock said, still lying on the bed.
"Yes! Let's go…" Steve said, motioning for us to leave the room. I shook my head. "I'm parked behind you anyway."
"Who cares? I drive your truck all the time…" he smiled.
"Not tonight." I rolled my eyes.
"You love gettin under my skin." he nodded as I walked by him to get out of the room.
"Yep…"I grabbed my purse and looked around to make sure I had everything.
"Okay… You have food for her, if you get hungry there's leftovers… unless Steve ate them all, if she wakes up and you feed her make sure you grab her burp rag, its… in our room on your nightstand, she's been spitting up a lot. If she wont go back to sleep drive her around the block and she'll be out like a light, um… Steve, don't hold her up high… remember what happened last time, I think you forget how tall you are sometimes…"
"Yeah… That was a bad day…" Steve said. I smirked and shook my head.
"I know when I leave you two alone for too long you like to eat all the food we have.. don't. I already cooked, just heat that up. I counted the beers in the fridge, so don't think you'll get away with even having one while you're with the babies. Lay Trevor in our bed if he gets tired so y'all don't keep him up all night…" I sighed and tried thinking of other things. "Oh! She might wake up and not go back to sleep, it's probably because she's teething-" Brock took my shoulder and shook his head.
"Reba. I know all of this… I've been her parent for as long as you have. We'll be fine."
"Okay, but her teething medicine is-"
"In the cabinet to the right of the fridge. I know." I smiled and sighed, relieved.
"Okay… I wont be gone long."
"Just try not to think about her."
"How?! She's all I think about." Brock rolled his eyes.
"I know…" I bit my lip and looked at him sadly.
"Sorry. I didn't mean…" I whispered. He shook his head and kissed my cheek.
"Have fun." I smiled at him sadly as he walked to the couch and sat back down.
"Okay! Lets get you ladies out of here…" Steve said, opening the door. I glanced at Brock one more time before stepping out. It was a long car ride there, well, really only about fifteen minutes, but it felt like three hours. They all three tried making conversation with me, but I could tell I was being short and they gave up about half way through the car ride. We got there and I forced a smiled, although they didn't look too convinced. The three of us sat at the bar, they ordered their drinks and I waited while the bartender made them.
"And what can I get for the redhead?"
"Just a water, please. No lemon." I said, sweetly.
"Just water?" I nodded.
"You're at the wrong place for water, sweetheart." he said. I smirked and pointed at the women next to me with my thumb.
"They forced me outta the house."
"Ahh.. Gotchya." He looked towards Lori Ann and Nancy. "We need to get a few drinks in this girl." They both agreed and I laughed and shook my head. "Just one? It's on me… well, the bar, but either way it's free for you." he flashed a smile and I shook my head again.
"It's not the price that's stoppin me. But thank you, it was a nice gesture."
"Designated driver?" I looked at Lori Ann and Nancy to see if they were paying attention before I tried lying and saying yes… they were both listening.
"No…" I admitted. He put the water in front of me and looked at me curiously.
"Then what?" I took a deep breath before answering.
"Guilt."
"Well, yeah, if I was married and lookin like you at a bar with desperate, drunk men everywhere, I'd feel guilty too." I laughed.
"How'd you know I was married?" he nodded towards my left hand and I nodded. "Very observant."
"Well, it's the first thing I look for on beautiful women like yourself before makin a mistake and bein stupid."
"Smart idea." He nodded.
"Yeah… I only had to make that mistake once before I learned my lesson."
"I believe it."
"But in my defense, she wasn't even wearin her ring… she came here for one reason and she got it, then I get a black eye for it… how does that work?!" I laughed and shook my head. "I look very close now… ever for tan lines." I slid my rings down and saw a very faint tan line considering I didn't really get tan, just burnt, but there was still a small one. "See… you got one."
"So that's what you do at work? Look for weddin ring tan lines and hope to get lucky?" he shook his head.
"No, I make damn good drinks too."
"Well, I'll have to try one some time."
"And. I don't bring them home, I just flirt and try to get to know them a little. They have to be a regular for me to ever bring them home… and I've only done that once."
"Well, that's good." I said, smiling.
"Next time bring your husband with so you're not a party pooper." I sighed.
"Well… that's not really the entire reason I feel guilty, but… I'm not allowed to talk about it."
"Says who?"
"Husbands orders…" He leaned forward.
"I'm a good listener." I shook my head.
"You're busy, I don't wanna talk your ear off."
"I'm not busy, everybody has a drink… even it its just water!" He winked and I smirked. "Talk to me, sober redhead." I laughed.
"My daughter." He put his chin in his hand.
"Well, this just got more interesting." I took a sip of my water and nodded.
"Yeah…"
"That's all I get?!"
"What?"
"C'mon, you gotta have pictures or something!" I chuckled and nodded.
"I do…" I pulled a few out of my purse and handed them to him. He smiled.
"Whats her name?"
"Cheyenne."
"How old?"
"She'll be five months on the fourth."
"She's beautiful." I smiled and took the pictures back.
"Thanks."
"You know how I said any woman would have to be a regular for me to ever bring them home?" I nodded. "And I've only done it once… Thought she was a really cool girl and she made it sound like she wanted to actually be with me, but it happened once and I didn't see her for about a month until she came in to announce that she was pregnant." I felt my eyes get big. He chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. She wanted money for an abortion…" I swallowed hard and looked down. "I told her no way… nine months later I have full custody of a beautiful baby girl as well." I smiled.
"How old?"
"Eight months… That's why I like to actually talk to women first, maybe try to find a wife for me and a mother for my daughter." I laughed.
"Maybe a bar isn't the best place to do that…" he chuckled.
"You're right, but there are those rare women who come in and drink water and actually talk to me."
"Rare, huh?" He nodded.
"Very. How long have you been married." I sighed.
"In about six months it'll be four years. We've been together for seven though."
"Good marriage?" I laughed.
"You're very nosy…" he smiled sheepishly and looked down.
"Sorry." I shook my head and waved it off.
"You're fine… And yes, amazing marriage. He's a pain in the butt sometimes, but I can happily handle it." he smirked,
"He's the pain, huh?" I laughed.
"Well… Not if you ask him! But, since you're askin me yes… and I'm an angel."
"She's lyin, honey…" Lori Ann said from two seats away, then went back to her conversation with Nancy. He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, so maybe I'm not… I'm definitely stubborn and hard-headed… And sometimes I just feel like fightin…"
"So you're a fighter?"
"No. Well… I can be. Not physical, I don't just go punchin him! But, I do argue with him a lot. Usually he'll give up and just let me win, but when he doesn't it gets ugly. I'll throw stuff at him and he'll grab my arms and put me on the floor to try to talk to me and calm me down."
"Good, some guys lose their tempers, but he ends fights the right way." I laughed.
"Yeah, but that's not where it ends, I'll kick him off of me and scream at him a few more times before storming in our room and slamming the door. He'll wait an hour, then come in and apologize even though he has nothin to apologize for, then I'll apologize and the rest is history." He chuckled.
"Then you get a Cheyenne." I took a drink of my water and smirked.
"Somethin like that."
"You just keep the marriage interesting… nothin wrong with that."
"That's a good way to look at it." I paused and waited for him to open a beer and hand it to a man behind me. "We rarely fight that bad though. We just bicker everyday."
"That seems to be normal in a marriage." I laughed and shook my head.
"Here I am, telling a complete stranger about the fights I have with my husband…"
"Hey now… I'm not a complete stranger… My name's Brandon." He held out his hand and I shook it.
"Reba."
"Well, Reba, do you like pina coladas?" he sang. I chuckled and nodded.
"I do… When I don't have a 5 month old at home." he waved it off.
"She's sleepin…"
"You're right, but I really do feel guilty. This is the first time I've ever left her." His eyes got big.
"Wow…"
"Yeah, so I feel bad enough leavin her, let alone drinking."
"You can't let her take over your entire life."
"Isn't that what kids do?" He smirked.
"Well, yeah, kinda… but… does your husband drink?"
"My husband isn't the one who provides food for her."
"If she sleeps through the night you'll be fine by tomorrow morning." I nodded.
"So I've heard…"
"I'm not pressurin you… I'm just sayin…"
"Why do people 'just say'?"
"Because I'd like to have your opinion on my drinks."
"I'm sure they're as good as you make 'em sound." He shook his head.
"Better."
"I believe you." I said, smirking.
"Man… you are one stubborn woman, aren't you?"
"I wasn't lyin."
"Clearly… It's a good thing though." I shrugged and sipped my water. "Lets play a game." I laughed.
"Don't you have a job to do?"
"Open beers and hand 'em to people? No."
"What about makin pina coladas?" His eyes got big and he stood up straight. I chuckled.
"Well, I've got a job to do now!"
"This water's just so plain…"
"You're the one who said no lemon!" He said, getting out the right ingredients.
"I'm allergic."
"To lemon!?" I smirked and nodded. "How strange…"
"Could you make that a virgin one, please?" I flashed him a smile, but he shook his head.
"Nope. Sorry, I don't know how to make those." I rolled my eyes and he chuckled quietly as he started the blender after pouring everything in, including the rum. A few minutes later he poured it in a glass and stuck a pineapple on the side of the glass, then handed it to me. I sighed at looked at him before taking the pineapple off the cup and eating it. I picked up the glass and sniffed it. "Oh, c'mon. You look like a 13 year old girl drinkin for the first time!" I chuckled.
"Well, this most definitely is not my first time drinkin."
"Prove it then, chicken."
"I'm gonna need somethin a little stronger than a pina colada… anybody could drink this." He smirked.
"Are you sayin you want somethin stronger?"
"No! No… this is fine. I'll have to prove it to you some other time." I set the glass down and stared at it. "I just feel bad…" he laughed.
"Why? It's normal… actually, it's weird for you to wait five months to drink after havin a kid. Most moms are out within a month!" My eyes got big.
"Really?" he nodded. "How?!" He laughed and shook his head, then stared at me, smiling for a few seconds.
"You're a good mom, I can tell, but having one pina colada isn't gonna ruin your reputation, I promise. Let loose a little! Have fun!" I frowned and looked at the glass.
"It's just…" I sighed.
"She's on your mind and you can't help but feel like she needs you."
"Exactly! Thank you for understanding…"
"You gotta do stuff for yourself too though, Reba." I sighed.
"I didn't even want to come out tonight. My husband made me." he smirked and put the phone in front of me.
"Call him." I looked up at him, confused. "You miss them, you're a new and amazing mother and you want to be home with your family. Call him." I smiled and picked up the phone, quickly dialing our phone number. It rang a few times before I heard him answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey, honey." I said, relieved to hear his voice.
"Reba? You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine… do you think you could come pick me up?"
"What? Why? Whats wrong?" He asked, panicked. I laughed.
"Nothing… I just miss Cheyenne and being home… and you."
"I'll be there in ten minutes." I smirked.
"I love you…"
"I love you too, sweetheart." I smiled and hung up.
"Feel better?" Brandon asked.
"So much better…" He nodded once.
"Good." He grabbed the glass and slid it over to Lori Ann. "I made it for Reba."
"She's still not takin it?" He shook his head.
"She's goin home…"
"Why? What'd you do to her?!" Lori Ann asked, standing from the stool and giving him a threatening look. I chuckled and Brandon put his hands up in defense.
"Nothin… she just wants to go home." Lori Ann looked over to me.
"Really?" I nodded.
"But you guys stay and have fun! Brock's coming for me."
"Are you sure, honey? We'll come with…" I shook my head.
"Stay, have fun, don't be stupid." She smirked and nodded, then sat back down. I looked back to Brandon who was making another drink for someone. "Well, thank you for the water and I'm sorry for wasting the pina colada… she'll pay for that." I said, pointing to Lori Ann. He laughed and shook his head.
"It's fine… She doesn't have to. And thanks for the talk. It's always nice to have customers like you sometimes…" I smiled and picked up my purse to wait outside. "Wait! Is he here?" I shook my head.
"He'll be here in a few minutes."
"Well, stay in… and have him come in when he gets here. I wanna meet him."
"Alright." I sat back down and watched him make drinks for people. About 12 minutes later Brock came in. He saw me right away and walked over to me. "Hey."
"Hi… Ready?" I shook my head.
"This is Brandon… I've been talkin his ear off about you and Cheyenne."
"I told you not to even think about her."
"That's like tellin me not to think about you… impossible." I smiled and squeezed his hand. He smiled at me for a brief second before turning to Brandon.
"I'm Brock."
"I've heard lots about you… in the short amount of time Reba and I have known each other."
"Yeah… she's a talker." I rolled my eyes.
"That's alright, it's nice to talk to someone other than drunks… I was askin her all the questions so I could have a conversation with someone who isn't slurring and falling over." Brock chuckled and nodded.
"So, she didn't drink at all?" Brandon shook his head.
"Only water with no lemon… because she's allergic."
"Wow… you got that in less than an hour?" Brock asked.
"Yeah. I asked a lot of questions."
"Did anyone come up to her at all?"
"Nope… She's been sitting here the whole time." Brock sighed in relief.
"Good… ready?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded and stood.
"It was so nice to meet you. And I'll be back to try a drink, and I'll even bring Brock with so I'm not a 'party pooper'." Brandon smiled and nodded.
"Good. It was nice to meet you guys."
"You too." Brock said, then we walked out hand in hand. "He was nice. And he didn't flirt?" I shook my head.
"Called me beautiful… but he didn't mean anything by it. He saw my wedding ring right away so he knew to back off."
"Good… so what'd you guys talk about." I stopped up and looked at him.
"You."
"Should I be worried?" I smirked and shook my head.
"Thank you for comin."
"Of course, sweetheart." He said, grabbing both of my hands.
"I was really thinkin about earlier when I said Cheyenne was all I thought about… I could tell I hurt your feelings."
"She's our daughter, she should always come first."
"I know… but, you used to be all I could think about, and now I have somebody else to think about, but I just want you to know that you never leave my mind." He smirked. "You and Cheyenne are both first on my list and I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know, honey… it's alright." I gently took his face in my hands and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I love you…" He smiled and kissed me.
"I love you more." He whispered onto my lips before kissing me again. I pulled back quickly and looked at him worried.
"You left Steve alone with both kids?! Has he ever even been alone with his own kid?!" Brock now looked just as worried as I did and we both quickly got in the car. "Our child is gonna have brain damage by the time we get home.