Happy to announce that I'm back. I've been 'secret' writing this whole time, but just not posting. Because I'm evil. I don't know, I was pissed off at the world there for a while, oh well. I'm back now. Yay! This chapters kinda boring, so I'll post the next one right away. :) Oh! I start school wednesday... It will have to be more of a weekly thing, unfortunately, but I'll write as much as possible! Thank you for those of you who are still reading after this long journey and I really hope everyone is likin it... you can let me know by REVIEWING. :D
"You're doin it!" I smiled and gave Cheyenne another little piece of banana. "Good job, baby… you use those four chompers!" I glanced at Brock who was coming down the hallway in a towel.
"We out of Q-tips?" I shrugged, not taking my eyes off of Cheyenne.
"I'll get some later… Come look at this. She's eating banana…" I smiled at her again.
"Yeah, and yesterday it was that cereal stuff…" He said, unimpressed.
"Brock. It's your childs first time havin banana, get over here and watch her with me." He rolled his eyes and walked over to her highchair with an attitude. "Can you at least pretend to be excited to watch our daughter grow up?"
"Honey, I love her, but… I just don't understand why I have to watch her eat a few pieces of banana… It's great! Don't let her choke, I have to get ready for work." He kissed my temple and took off to the bedroom.
"Daddy's a jerk." I said, then stuck another little piece in her mouth. She spit it out and started playing with the slobbery mush on her chin. "Full?" I asked, as if she was actually gonna answer me. She slapped the tray and started kicking her feet, I put another piece in her mouth, but she spit it out again. I pulled the tray out and grabbed her, then went in the kitchen and grabbed a rag to wipe her face and tray off with one hand, then went back in our room. I walked in and heard Brock gasp. "What're you doin?" I asked my husband who ran into the smaller bathroom in our bedroom.
"Changing."
"So you run from me?" I asked, setting Cheyenne on our bed.
"I'd like some privacy, y'know?" I scuffed.
"Oh, right… from me of all people."
"Not you…"
"Oh, you mean our 6 month old daughter?"
"Yeah! She doesn't need to see her fathers butt!" I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"You're right, it'd scar her for life."
"Ha. Ha." I watched Cheyenne roll over and I stood on the side of the bed so she could keep going without falling.
"Could you hurry? You have to leave in fifteen minutes and I still have to shower." He came out fully dressed and sat on the bed then picked up Cheyenne and watched me leave to room to shower. I took a quick, 5 minute shower and came back in the room to see they hadn't moved at all.
"Look!" He laid her down on her stomach and she started scooting by moving her arms and legs, not crawling, but scooting, slowly but surely. I felt my face light up.
"She's almost crawlin!" I said, standing at the end of the bed, watching her.
"I know.. She's gettin old…" I laughed and nodded. "Isn't she kinda young for that? Is our baby a genius?"
"Well, at least we know where she got that gene."
"Oh, Good one!" He said, sarcastically. I smirked and shook my head.
"No, this is normal… Doesn't mean she's not a genius though… I mean, I am her mother." He sighed and got up.
"I gotta go."
"You have a few more minutes…" He shook his head.
"I have to stop and get coffee… I've had to do it the past couple weeks now."
"Oooh.. Sorry. I've been feedin-" He held up his hand.
"Got it." I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him confused. He just shook his head.
"It's Friday!" I reminded him, smiling. He nodded.
"Yeah.."
"Cheer up."
"Think you could do me a favor after work?"
"… Depends…"
"Agree first."
"Heck no!" I exclaimed.
"Please? It's nothing much… it's not bad, it's not embarrassing, it's fine."
"Tell me first."
"I'll tell you after work, but I'll already have everything set up by then, so you'll have to do it."
"Brock-"
"Please?" He paused and I sighed. "For me?" I bit my cheek, thinking.
"That's not fair." He smirked a tiny smirk, but quickly went back to his pleading stare. "Fine… but if it's somethin I don't wanna do, don't get mad when I'm not enthusiastic about it." He smiled.
"Deal." He kissed my forehead and ran out of the room.
"Well, bye to you too…" I said quietly. I got dressed and ready and started my day, first: grocery store to get food, Q-tips, apparently, body wash for both me and Brock, diapers, an outfit for Cheyenne that I couldn't say no to, I didn't 'spoil' her, but sometimes there was stuff too cute not to buy, dog food, formula since we're trying to get her on that and baby food instead of just my milk… I was getting tired of it. That was it. We went home, I put everything away, cleaned any little mess there was, then got bored. Called Lori Ann and talked her ear off for an hour, called Brock on his lunch break since he stopped coming home for lunch, talked to him from the time he opened his lunch till the time he said he had to go because he had an appointment. Did laundry, bathed Cheyenne, called momma, got bored, tried to find stuff to do, failed. Laid Cheyenne down for a nap, then dozed off on the couch.
"Honey." He whispered and shook my shoulder. "Reeeebaaa…." He said in a voice barely above a whisper. I opened my eyes and gasped.
"What time is it? How long have I been sleepin? Where's Cheyenne?" I went to jump off the couch, but he put his hands on my shoulders.
"It's alright, it's only twelve." I looked at him confused.
"You're here early." He nodded.
"I know. What time did you guys lay down?"
"Not even an hour ago. What're you doin here?" He shrugged
"I did a root canal earlier, so I decided not to schedule any appointments for the rest of the day apparently. Which is good because I've been wanting to hang out with you anyway." I raised my eyebrow.
"With me?" he nodded and sat down next to me.
"Can't I do that anymore?"
"Well, yeah, but… why?" I asked, laughing slightly.
"Ohh.. I dunno… Maybe I just miss you."
"Brock, you live with me." he shook his head.
"No. I mean… I miss you. It's never Brock and Reba anymore."
"Well, no… we did have a child about 6 and a half months ago…"
"Yeah. I know." he said, annoyed. I smirked.
"Is that alright with you?"
"No. It's not. Because it's always her… I love her, honey… with everything I have. But, gosh, attention hog!" I chuckled.
"She's a baby, sweetheart."
"Well, she's not the only one who needs you, okay?" He said sadly.
"Oh, honey…" I grabbed his hands and tried not to laugh. "I'm here…"
"No, you're with her."
"You make it sound like I'm havin an affair!"
"That's what it feels like… Maybe even worse because you love her more than me. Usually affairs are just sex, but you actually love her!"
"I love you guys the same."
"You gotta funny way of showin it."
"She just needs more attention than my twenty-seven year old husband. What do you want me to do? What can I do to make you happier?" He shrugged.
"I know I'm bein selfish… I should just be happy that you're such a great mother but-"
"No, you're fine… what should I do differently? Just tell me and I'll do it. I shouldn't neglect my poor, innocent husband." I said, pinching his cheeks and talking in 'baby talk'. he rolled his eyes.
"Let's just… spend more time together. Have a Brock and Reba night every once in a while."
"Okay, done. We will. I can see if Nancy can watch her for a few hours-"
"All night." I gave him a blank stare.
"What?"
"All night." I stared at him for a few more seconds before chuckling.
"Yeah right."
"Oh, c'mon… What just happened to the 'tell me and I'll do it' Reba? She's almost seven months old… most babies stay other places but she doesn't because she doesn't have grandparents in town."
"She's not most babies."
"You were so different the first couple months. You wouldn't have cared as much if I asked you five months ago."
"Yeah, because I grew to like her more! I didn't really like her the first few months, I loved her… I loved her a lot but that's why I wanted her in her own room so bad. We were opposite, you liked her instantly, it took me time, now you're annoyed with her and-"
"No… no, I never said that, she's just a Reba-hog." I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Okay. Either way, I don't know if I feel comfortable with it…"
"Of course you don't. I don't really either, but we have to do it sometime… Like tonight at seven." he mumbled the last part.
"Pardon?"
"Tonight at seven." He said through a fake cough.
"What?!" I asked, jumping up off the couch.
"Don't get mad-"
"Don't make plans for our child without talkin to me first, you mo-ron! What is wrong with you?!"
"Reba… It's time. She needs a night away from us."
"No! No way… not happening. I'm callin Nancy right now and tellin her to-" He grabbed my wrist and pulled so I couldn't get to the phone. "Don't touch me right now, I cannot believe you-"
"Reba. Please. Just listen to me… If you really miss her so bad to the point where you feel like you absolutely have to see her, we'll go get her, but that's only if you feel like you have to… I want this to be our night. Please."
"No! Those puppy god eyes ain't workin on me again. This is not happenin… Go out with your friends or somethin, I don't care."
"No, that's not what I want. I want time with you."
"We see each other every day, Brock!"
"Reba, please… you don't understand how much this would mean to me."
"Why? Why is it-"
"Because, it is!" He said, a little louder than usual. I closed my mouth and looked at him a little surprised. It was very rare he ever raised his voice with me unless he was serious and I was really being a pain in the butt. I watched his face soften and he let go of his tight grip on my wrist. "Sorry, I didn't mean to rai-"
"No, it's…" I shrugged and crossed my arms across my chest. After about a minute of silent thinking I heard him take a deep breath.
"I'll call Nancy…" He said, quietly. He went to walk past me but I grabbed his bicep. He looked at me confused.
"Don't."
"No, you're right, I shouldn't have done that… I'm sorry." I shook my head.
"It's okay. You're right, she needs to get away from us."
"No, really. I feel bad."
"Brock. It's fine…"
"Well, we can pick her up after dinner…" I shook my head again.
"Only if we absolutely have to." I said, smiling.
"Are you sure?" I nodded.
"I'll be fine. It'll be hard, but it's gotta happen."
"Are you mad at me?" I smirked and shook my head.
"I was just a little shocked… that doesn't happen often."
"I know. I'm sorry. It's just… important to me. I miss you… so much. I miss just bein with you, and doin stuff with just you, and bein here with just you." I nodded and wrapped my arms around his middle.
"I understand." I said, quietly. "I miss it too." I admitted.
"Really?"
"Of course… I wouldn't change it for the world, but I do miss just us sometimes." He smiled.
"Good. Now I don't feel so bad…" I smirked.
"It doesn't sound as bad if we say we wouldn't change anything." He chuckled and nodded.
"A lot better." I laughed. "I think you need a break. I know I say that all the time, but really… I don't understand how you can constantly be with her. Don't get me wrong, I miss her like crazy at work, but it's also kinda nice in a way."
"That's probably cuz you get a break from me." I said, laughing. He shook his head.
"No, you've seen my desk, it has a bunch of reminders of you for a reason…"
"The receipt of our first dinner date at the bottom of that one picture frame… the one with the picture of me nine months pregnant!" I laughed and shook my head. "I hate that picture." he smiled and grabbed my face, forcing me to look up at him.
"It's beautiful." I rolled my eyes. "You're beautiful."
"Why do you do that?!" He laughed.
"What?"
"You know what…" I watched him lean in slowly. He got slower… and slower. "You're annoying." I whispered. He laughed and I could feel his breath on my lips. He looked down at my lips then back into my eyes. Why he liked to drive me absolutely nuts, I don't know, but he did. "You hate when I do this to you."
"Yeah, but it's funny when I do it to you." I raised my eyebrow and he moved his hands down my neck, all the way down my body and stopped at my hips. I crossed my arms and started tapping my foot which made him laugh. He leaned forward to kiss me but I quickly turned my head making him kiss my cheek accidentally. "Ooh.. So that's how you're gonna be, huh?" I held back a smirk.
"If you're gonna tease me you don't get to kiss me."
"Fine." I slowly turned my head back to look at him but he quickly pecked my lips before I could think. I felt my jaw drop as he laughed.
"You cant do that!"
"I just did… Can I do it again?" I shook my head.
"No. You're a cheater."
"Please?" I smirked and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. I saw him smile a little as I leaned in. I was almost touching his lips with mine and we both smirked.
"Nope." he nodded.
"I had a feelin that was comin." He paused. "Do I get to kiss you now since you teased me?" I shook my head and touched my nose to his.
"Have I really been ignorin you?" I asked, quietly. He thought about it for a second before nodding once.
"Yes." I frowned. "But it's alright…"
"We'll have to do somethin about that." He nodded and I moved forward a little, barely pecking his lips.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" I shrugged.
"What're my options?"
"Anything you want."
"How bout we… Just go out to dinner?"
"Where?" I shrugged.
"I don't care…"
"Fancy?" I smirked and shrugged again. "Do you wanna dress up?""Sure." he smiled.
"I like when you dress up." I nodded.
"I know you do, but I don't do it much."
"Because you don't stay dressed very long."
"Yeah…" I said in a sigh. He chuckled and kissed under my ear. "Brock?"
"Hm?" He asked, then pulled back to look at me. I took a deep breath and felt my cheeks get a little hot, then I laughed nervously and patted his chest.
"So… I was just… Hm." He raised his eyebrows and smirked.
"Okay." He said and nodded once. "Gotchya." I laughed again, then started to bite my lip. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" I said, barely giving him time to finish.
"You sure about that?" He asked with his eyebrows still raised. I nodded.
"Yeah, never mind."
"Tell me." I shook my head.
"No, it's nothin, really."
"If it was nothin you wouldn't have brought it up."
"I changed my mind."
"Why?"
"Why do you question everything?"
"Because I'm allowed to."
"You're annoying." He smirked.
"I know. Tell me."
"Why?"
"Why do you question everything?" He mocked.
"Because I'm allowed to."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I'll get it out of you."
"How do you suppose you'll do that?"
"I know your weakness…" I felt his hands shift on my hips.
"Brock…" He smirked.
"Wanna tell me?"
"It's not a big deal!"
"Well, I'm curious!" He slowly started moving his fingers on my sides.
"Don't." I grabbed his wrists, but he got a tighter grip on my hips. I pushed on his chest and started laughing. "Brock!" I gasped.
"Tell me and I'll stop." He started full-on tickling me and I lifted my knee, accidentally kneeing him between the legs. I gasped and he doubled over, holding himself.
"Are you alright?" I asked, bending over to try to see his face which was all red, like he wasn't breathing. "Honey?" he shook his head. "I am so sorry…" He let out the breath he was holding and started breathing a little heavy. "I didn't mean to, it was just a reflex, I'm sorry."
"Yeah." he said, holding another breath.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah." he repeated in the same voice.
"Are you sure? Why don't you sit?" I put my hand on his back and walked him to the couch. He plopped down, still holding himself with his eyes shut. I put my hands up to my mouth to try not to laugh.
"I'm glad you find this funny." He said, looking at me now. "You got me good."
"Do you want ice or somethin?" I walked into the kitchen before he could answer and I grabbed the bag of peas. When I walked back out his eyes were shut again, I walked over to him and moved his hands. "Here." I gently set the bag in his lap.
"Okay, now you have to tell me what you were thinkin…" I sat next to him and sandwiched one of his hands between mine.
"I really don't think it matters, especially now, honey." He looked at me like I was crazy.
"What were you gonna talk to me about?!" I laughed.
"Well… I just thought maybe…" I looked at the ceiling to find the right words. "Are you bored of me?"
"What?!"
"Not… in general."
"In what then?"
"Bed." He choked on air and started coughing. "That bad, huh?" He shook his head and kept coughing.
"Caught me a little off guard…" He said, then coughed a few more times.
"Sorry… You wanted to know!"
"Yeah… You think I'm bored of you?!" I shrugged.
"I dunno… Maybe. It's just… I dunno…" he chuckled.
"Honey, I'm not bored of you… I'll never be bored of you." (a/n Eye roll from everybody reading this)
"I was just thinkin maybe we could, I dunno, spice it up a litt-"
"Yes." I stared at him and chuckled at his serious face. "Yes, absolutely. Not that there's anything wrong with it now, but, yes…" I nodded. "But don't do anything you don't wanna do…" I smiled. "I know there are some things that, y'know…" I chuckled again and nodded.
"I know."
"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable… You're not… y'know…" I laughed.
"It was my idea. And no, it wont be… extreme. But, maybe somethin new… Somethin different." He smirked. "I read this article and-."
"You did? My Reba? Read… sex articles."
"Yes, don't embarrass me, it was in your waitin room!"
"When did you read it?"
"Last week sometime, I don't know." He smiled. "What? Why're you smilin like that?"
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I just grew a pair…" I paused and chuckled. "Because I hurt your pair." I laughed at my own 'joke' and he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm not lettin you get away with that."
"Wanna tickle me?" I laughed and he glared at me. "C'mon… I'll let ya, really." He rolled his eyes and got up.
"I'm leavin you…" I laughed again.
"Be sure to take your ugly recliner when you go!"