I frowned as we pulled out of Steve and Nancy's driveway.
"I miss her…"
"Reba… No."
"Can I just get out and give her one more kiss?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No, Reba." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "No more thinkin about her."
"What should I think about?"
"How amazing our night's gonna be…" He smirked and I forced a smile. Apparently I did bad because his smile faded and he shook his head. "Please be positive tonight…"
"I will!"
"Promise?" I sighed.
"Yes." I said through my teeth. He smiled and patted my knee.
"Thanks. And thanks for wearin the dress I've been buggin you about."
"You just noticed I was wearin it?"
"No, but when I zipped it earlier I had Cheyenne in my arms… Otherwise the zipper would've never went up."
"It's not trashy is it?!"
"No! Not even close… It goes to, well, just a little above the knee… but that's alright! it's the perfect amount of sexy and classy… tight and shows a little cleavage, but not an overload." I chuckled.
"Honey, please say somethin about cars or tools or somethin now…"
"Uh… Gr, manly stuff, wrenches, hammer, engines… uh, gr…" I laughed.
"Are you a man or a grizzly?" He chuckled.
"I don't know, you put me on the spot." I smiled and shook my head as I kicked my shoes off and let out a content sigh. "You really are beautiful, sweetheart." I smiled and grabbed his right hand as he drove. The rest of the car ride was silent. I kinda dozed off every couple minutes since I didn't get a very long nap and Cheyenne didn't sleep well last night… which means I didn't either. I felt the car stop and listened to him shut it off, then he squeezed my hand which he didn't let go of the entire time. "Honey, wake up." he whispered.
"I'm up." I said, smirking.
"Oh…" he got out and hurried to my side to open the door for me while I put on my shoes.
"This only happens on dates, so I'm takin advantage of it." He shrugged.
"Sorry…" I got out and looped my arm through his. "Have I told you how beautiful you look, Mrs. Hart."
"Yes, but you can tell me again, Mr. Hart. How beautiful do I look?" He smirked and kissed the side of my head as we walked up.
"Very." We stopped and he held the door for me. "And that's Dr. Hart to you, thank you very much." I rolled my eyes. "Well, I worked my butt off for that name…"
"I know you did, believe me, I remember where we spent our honeymoon… Two nights in Lubbock on our way to dental school." I shook my head.
"Hello! Do y'all have reservations?" he redheaded seventeenish year old asked. I smiled and nodded.
"Hey, I made it worth it." He replied quietly. I looked at him and glared, then looked back to the girl.
"Hart."
"I did… make it worth it, right?"
"Brock…"
"Just nod… or shake your head."
"Can we discuss this later?"
"Alright, if you could follow me I'll seat you and get your drinks." We followed right behind her as she lead us to our table. "What can I start you off with to drink?" Brock looked at his menu.
"I'm just gonna stick with my water." I said and smiled at her. She went to grab my wine glass that was already set out on the table, but Brock shook his head.
"I'd leave it, just in case." She nodded and pulled her hand away.
"I'm not havin wine." I said through my teeth and she hovered her hand over the glass again.
"You might wanna try it." He replied through teeth as well. She pulled her hand back and chuckled.
"I'll leave it, and you don't have to use it." I sighed, but nodded.
"Merlot?"
"I don't care, Brock." I said, looking at my menu.
"You like merlot, right?"
"I do not care, Brock." I said, more annoyed.
"Alright… Merlot it is then." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, I'll be back in just a second with that." She quickly walked away and I looked up to glare at him.
"What?" He asked, chuckling.
"You drive people crazy, you know that?"
"No, Reba… She was fine. Laughing, actually. I think the only person I drive crazy is you."
"That may be… but I'm the only one that matters, so quit it!"
"Quit what?"
"Bein so gosh darn annoying!"
"Reba, If I'm so 'annoying' why'd you marry me?"
"Good question…" I mumbled, looking back at my menu. He stayed quiet and I instantly felt the tension. I glanced up, to see him glaring at me, then quickly went back to looking at the menu. "I was jokin, Brock."
"Nobody's laughin, Reba." He said, annoyed. I sighed.
"Is it gonna be one of those nights, cuz if it is we can just leave now."
"I don't know. You tell me. I'm tryin to have a good time, you're obviously not. Do you wanna go?" I sighed and put the menu down.
"No…"
"Can we have a nice night together, please? It's been a long time and I really need this."
"So do I."
"Was that really a 'good question'?" he asked after a few, silent seconds. I shook my head.
"No, I could think of a few reasons why I married you." I smirked.
"Am I really annoying?"
"Yes." He rolled his eyes and I laughed and slid my foot up his leg.
"Reba…" He whispered.
"What?" I asked, innocently. "I'm just teasin-"
"I know what you're doin…" I laughed and dropped my leg as the waitress came back.
"There you go." She said, setting the whole bottle in front of us. That ain't gonna be cheap… "Do y'all know what you want? I'm Scarlett, by the way, sorry… I'm new at this." I smiled.
"That's alright, darlin. We're just gonna share the chicken alfredo." Brock looked at me. "I'm not all that hungry and I know you like it."
"Well, alright then. Guess we're havin the chicken alfredo…"
"Is that alright?" He nodded.
"That's fine."
"Alright, well that was easy. Your food will be out shortly." she said. I smiled and thanked her, then watched Brock pour a glass and take a drink.
"Mmm… so good." I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm sure it is… it's one of my favorites. And you know that." he smirked and looked at the glass, acting very impressed.
"Is it? I had no clue…" I rolled my eyes. "Well, it's delicious."
"Yeah, I bet." I watched him take another sip and let out an 'ahh'.
"You're missin out…" I reached for his glass.
"Gimme a sip." He pulled the glass away.
"Nope, you have your own glass for a reason."
"Brock, why dirty a glass if I can just try it out of yours?"
"Cuz, it's so good I don't wanna share."
"Brock.."
"Well, once you have a drink I know you'll want your own glass…" I raised my eyebrows, giving him a 'duh' look. "Fine, one sip, but then you have to have a glass if you like it."
"Fine. But one glass does a lot more for me then it does you, so you wont get to drink very much if you'll be drivin…"
"Yeah, cuz one glass, you're drunk."
"No!… I'm just a little tipsy…" He smirked and handed me the glass. I took a small sip… the first sip of alcohol I've had in a year and three months. It tasted weird. Good, but weird.
"So?"
"Hm… I like it-"
"ha! So you have to have a glass." he said, pouring some in my glass.
"It tastes weird…"
"Probably because you haven't had alcohol in so long." I nodded and slid his glass back over to him.
"Reba?" I heard a voice say behind me. I turned and smiled when I saw a familiar man carrying a baby. Brett… Brian… Brad.. Bra- Brandon! Brandon… I nodded to myself, proud that I remembered. He walked up to us and smiled. "I see you're drinkin now which means you can try a drink or two of mine?" I chuckled.
"Well, yeah, I supposed we could work somethin out. Who's this little one?" I asked smiling at his daughter.
"This… Is Emma. Emma Grace."
"Well, hey there, Emma…" She smiled and buried her face in his neck.
"She's tired." he whispered. "And this…" he said motioning to an older couple, not very old, 40's maybe. "Is grandma and grandpa. Or Clark and Jackie, which ever you prefer." I smiled and stood up to shake their hands. "Mom, Dad, this is Reba and her husband…"
"Brock." Brock said, standing as well. They shook both of our hands and smiled.
"She was a customer, but she didn't drink that night because she had a baby not too long ago too. She's a little younger than Emma."
"Oh… well, congratulations." The woman said.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Well, it's time for Emma to go with grandma and grandpa and time for daddy to go to work!"
"You work tonight?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yep, till close."
"Well, it might just be your lucky night. Tonight's Cheyenne's first sleepover so maybe we could stop in." He grinned.
"Alright! Well, then I guess I will see you later… hopefully." I smirked and nodded, then Brock and I both said bye and sat back down.
"He wants you so bad." Brock said. I looked at him with wide eyes.
"He does not!"
"Does too! He's all… flirty and you're all… flirty."
"Brock." I said with laughter in my voice. "We're not flirting. It's called being nice."
"Well, I'm not allowed to 'be nice' to females!"
"That's because your 'being nice' actually is flirting."
"It is not!"
"Is too!"
"No."
"Brock."
"I'm charming… I have to be to get clients, it's not like I do it to get in bed with women."
"Well, I think you may mislead some women then…" He shrugged.
"Let 'em think whatever."
"So I can let men think I wanna sleep with them?"
"No!" I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to get clients."
"You don't have to get slutty ones!"
"Well, that's no fun…" I kicked him under the table. "Ow!" He whispered.
"Woops." I said into my glass before I took a sip. He shook his head.
"I was jokin, besides, I only have one attractive patient and that's you."
"There's a difference between attractive and slut."
"I really don't think I have any sluts…" I laughed.
"You have that one… I don't know her name, but she is."
"How would you know?"
"Well, she dresses like one!"
"Since when are you so quick to judge, Reba?" I sighed.
"Sorry… I didn't even realize how bad that sounded… but who needs their breasts halfway out in a dental office?!" he raised an eyebrow.
"You've-"
"Ah. Stop." I said, putting my hand up and shaking my head. "That's different, I'm married to the doctor. I'm allowed to take my clothes off there all I want." He grinned.
"I'm not gonna argue with that one."
"I didn't figure you would. Here comes our food." I moved stuff around on the table so she could set the plate between us.
"There ya go. Are you okay for now, do y'all need anything?" I shook my head.
"We're fine. Thanks." She smiled and nodded before walking away. Brock picked up his fork and twisted some noodles onto it before stuffing it in his mouth. "Is it good?" He nodded and kept chewing and I jabbed a piece of chicken onto my fork and ate it.
"Not worth twenty dollars, but it's not bad." I nodded.
"Yeah, I don't think I wanna come back here again."
"No?" I shrugged.
"I doubt it. It's overpriced." He smiled.
"Thank God…" I smirked and shook my head. We ate silently for a few minutes before I sighed and bit my lip, questioning whether or not to bring it up…
"I wonder how she's doin…"
"Reba, don't."
"I know… But…" I sighed again and he reached over and grabbed my hand.
"I know, honey. You've been really good about it, don't ruin it."
"Don't you wonder what she's doin?"
"Of course I do but I don't let it bother me. I just assume she's doin what she normally does at this time with us." he looked at his watch. "Right now we'd just be gettin done with dinner, and gettin comfortable to either watch TV or go lay in bed until Cheyenne is asleep or almost asleep." I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Thank you." I said quietly. He smiled back and let go of my hand. I didn't eat anymore so I waited for Brock to be done which didn't take long, and finished my glass of wine. The waitress came back a few minutes after Brock stopped eating and gave us a box and our bill. Brock laid down the cash on the table along with a tip and we quickly left. Brock put the bottle of wine in the back as I got in and sighed.
"Alright, where to? Home or that one place with your.. Buddy." I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care, it's up to you. I promised him I'd come in and try a drink soon…"
"So we'll go there."
"Only if you want to."
"I don't care what we do."
"Well, we might as well since I don't get out at all." He nodded and pulled out of the parking lot.
"I don't know where I'm goin, so give me directions."
"You don't remember?" he shook his head.
"No, Steve wrote it all down for me when I came and got you. I have no clue where to even start." I nodded and started giving him directions that looked right to me. "Are you sure we're goin the right way?"
"Left right here!" I said. He slammed on the brakes and shook his head while I chuckled.
"Why do you do that?"
"Well, because I wasn't really sure, but it looked right, so…"
"Looks right?" I nodded. "Do you have any idea where we're goin?"
"Yes, Brock."
"Okay, Reba." he said in a mocking tone. "This road is takin us nowhere…"
"Just wait, it will."
"More cornfields?"
"No, just wait." We drove for five more minutes before Brock sighed and pulled over.
"You got us lost." he stated.
"No! I think we're almost there-"
"Reba, we're lost. I'm just gonna turn around and go back home, okay?"
"Brock, we're almost there, I know we are." he sighed and shook his head.
"I'm turnin around." he put the car in drive but before we moved I hopped out.
"Okay, you go ahead, I'll call you when I get there." I smiled and waved before I started walking.
"Are you insane?!"
"Yes." I said, still walking. He started driving the car next to me. "Thought you were goin home."
"I planned on it before my crazy wife jumped out of the car. Get in, lets go home."
"I'm determined to find this damn bar… I know it's around here. I know I'm right."
"That's what this is about?"
"Yes. I'll be fine, go home."
"You're gonna get murdered in one of these cornfields… It happens." I laughed and shook my head.
"I'm not gonna get murdered."
"You never know, Reba! Someone could be watchin you right now, just waitin for me to drive away." I rolled my eyes. "Or coyotes."
"They're more afraid of us then we are of them."
"Until you come across a crazy one who feasts on pretty redheads."
"If I get in do you promise to drive another five minutes before turning around?"
"Sure… wasting gas… awesome." I stopped walking and he stopped the car then I opened the car door and just as I lifted my leg to get in he started driving.
"Brock!" I heard him chuckle.
"Okay, okay..." I walked up to the car again and opened the door that wasn't all the way shut. I lifted my leg and once again, and he drove forward a little.
"Seriously?"
"Okay, I'll quit." I huffed and, once again, walked up to the car door. I had a tight grip on the car and the door so that when he started moving I could hop in. And that's exactly what I did, then I slammed the door and gave him a dirty look. He kept chuckling. "Sorry, it was so tempting…"
"Yeah, I'll remember that."
"It was hot, though. You were like… well, I don't know, but it was hot." I rolled my eyes.
"Yep, the charm in you is comin out…" he laughed and kissed my cheek. "Drive."
"Five minutes, that's it."
"Fine." We drove for about five and a half minutes and sure enough there it was. "Told you." I said, smirking.
"Yeah, Reba's right, everyone… shocker." I nodded.
"I like the way you use your sarcasm…" He pulled into the parking lot and we both got out at the same time. He held the door for me as I walked in and I smiled and waved to Brandon. Brock and I went and sat at two empty stools at the end of the bar and waited for Brandon to finish serving someone else. Once he was finished he came down to us.
"You actually came. Gotta say, I'm shocked."
"Think I lie?" I asked.
"No, I just figured you'd wanna get home." I shrugged. "Well, what do you want? We have anything and everything."
"Uh…"
"Oh! Redheaded slut." I felt my eyes get big and saw Brock giving him a confused look.
"What did you just say?" Brock asked and Brandon chuckled.
"It's a shot… pretty popular actually." I laughed and shook my head.
"No thank you… Are you good at Nuts and Berries?" I asked.
"Uh, duh." I smirked.
"Well, alright." I looked at Brock.
"Just whiskey…"
"No." he looked at me confused. "You have to drive, no hard liquor." He sighed.
"Just a coke then." He nodded and got Brocks coke first, then I watched him make my drink.
"Just this one then we have to go." I told Brandon.
"What? It's only nine!"
"I know, but we got up early. It's gonna be nice to actually get some sleep…"
"Guess I better make this strong then…" I chuckled and shook my head and saw Brock shaking his head too.
"No need." Brock mumbled. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
"I've already had wine, plus this-"
"Oh, so you're a lightweight?"
"No! why does everyone keep sayin that?" Brandon smirked.
"Cuz you are… It just means you don't drink much, and you're small so…"
"Yeah, I know. It also means I can't handle my drinks…" He scrunched his lips and looked up before nodding.
"Yeah, it does."
"But I can!" Brandon looked at Brock.
"It depends… You can down some whiskey, wine gets to you pretty quickly, beer… eh, four beers and I stop you when we're out, tequila, well, lets just say I love when you drink it," he smirked and I felt my cheeks gets hot. I closed my eyes and shook my head while Brandon chuckled. "Which reminds me, we gotta whole bottle of that. I'm gonna have to thank Lori Ann… Uh, lets see…Brandy doesn't mix well with your temper and it don't take much at all for you to get mad at me about somethin… You're not a big rum fan, not a big vodka fan… I don't know, just depends… Can ya tell I've been drinkin with her for seven years?"
"You're twenty-eight?!" He asked me, shocked. I tucked my lips in and slowly shook my head.
"Twenty-five." Brock said. I looked at Brandon, guiltily and he laughed.
"How old are you?" He asked Brock as he slid my drink towards me.
"I'm twenty-seven." I tried my drink through the purple straw.
"So…?" I nodded.
"It's good. You were right."
"Just good?!"
"Amazing! Best I've ever had!… Better?" He smiled.
"Much." I looked over to some new people coming through the door. "One second." He said, then walked over to where they sat and started making their drinks.
"See? He's just nice…" I said to Brock. He shrugged and watched him.
"Yeah, I guess…" I put my hand on his knee.
"I know you want to go home." he turned and looked at me with a fake confused look on his face.
"What?" I smirked.
"That's why I said just this then we have to go."
"Honey, if you want to stay we can. I really don't mind. I'm enjoyin myself." I smiled and leaned over to him.
"Liar." I said before kissing him softly and smiling.
"Reba?"
"Hm?" he sighed and shrugged. "What's wrong?" He grabbed my shoulders and slid his hands down my arms.
"I'm just… I don't know, I've just been feelin very… blessed lately." I raised my eyebrows, shocked, but I smiled. He wasn't very religious, I'd drag him to church with me when I go, but that's it. "This is gonna sound stupid, but I actually gave him a thanks a few nights ago… When we were layin in bed and you and Cheyenne fell asleep and you two were all cuddled up. I just watched you guys and it made me realize that I have so much to be thankful for. I'm not lucky, I truly am just blessed. I had everything I'll ever need five inches away from me. I never prayed… I never asked him for it, I rarely ever talked to him, but he gave me everything that every guy would ever want… Don't know what the hell I did for him to give me it," I smirked and shook my head. "But I had to thank him." I smiled and swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Yeah, we are pretty great, aren't we?" I laughed. "You're an amazing guy, Brock, you really are. I wish you'd see that."
"No, that's you. How do you stay with me?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Well, we're both not very easy people to be with but we manage." He nodded.
"Yeah, I guess we slide by alright" We both smiled and leaned in to a kiss. "Could you hurry with that drink?" I laughed and pecked his lips again. "Get it to go." I smirked.
"I would if it wasn't illegal, sweetheart."
"Well, we already have an opened bottle of wine, what's one more alcoholic beverage gonna do?"
"Surprisingly it'd make a difference, and they wont let me leave with it."
"C'mon… sweet talk your boyfriend or somethin…"
"Brock…"
"I'm jokin… seriously, chug. This is the longest you've ever been in that dress."
"Yeah, and I kinda like it, thank you very much."
"Well, I kinda like you, so…" I scuffed and took a drink. "Keep goin…"
"Would you knock it off?" he grabbed the glass and took a big gulp.
"Your turn"
"I'll order another one." I threatened.
"Only if it's tequila."
"Ha ha…" I rolled my eyes and took another small drink. Brock took it again and most of it was gone. "Really?"
"Sorry… That's good though. Gay, but good." I finished it off and flagged down Brandon.
"That was kinda fast." He said, looking at the empty glass.
"Yeah, because I can handle my drinks." I glanced at Brock who was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "And because he chugged it all, but it was very good. Thank you." he smiled.
"I'm glad y'all liked it."
"How much do I owe you?"
"Nothin! I told you it was on us." I looked at him in disapproval.
"Well, I can at least tip you." I laid down five bucks and he shook his head.
"I'm not takin it."
"Well then I guess a stranger gets it. Thank you!" I said, then quickly walked away before he could argue.
"Have a good night, guys." He said as we walked away.
"Happy?" I asked Brock once we were outside.
"Yes. Now we just have to find our way back…"
"I know where to go. Listen to me this time… I'm never wrong." He opened his mouth to speak but I put my hand up. "Nope, always right, get in." He smirked and shook his head then got in.
"So… Tell me more about this 'article'." I filled my cheeks with air and slowly let it out, then laughed nervously.
"Well…" I paused and shook my head. "I read somethin about… toys or somethin… But that's out!" He tucked his lips in, trying not to laugh and nodded. "I don't have any… don't want any."
"You've got everything you need." He said, smirking.
"Yeah. Uh…" I tried thinking of something else to say quickly. "Oh, I don't know… Handcuffs and foreplay…" I said with a shaky voice. I really wasn't looking forward to this… I didn't have a problem with our sex life. I was just doing this for him. "Bunch of… stuff." Weird stuff.
"Honey?"
"Hm?" He smiled.
"You're uncomfortable."
"No, I'm not!" He gave me an unconvinced look. "Really…" I tried.
"Who do you think you're foolin?" I opened my mouth but shut it again. Nobody, I was clearly fooling nobody… "I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna do anything. I love everything just the way it is."
"No, you don't. If you did you wouldn't have been so excited about this idea."
"I'm a man, sweetheart. Any guy would get excited when they hear the words 'handcuffs' and 'foreplay' come out of their wife's mouth, but it's not just about me. And I'm not gonna do it knowing you don't want to."
"But I-"
"No."
"Brock." He shook his head. I chuckled.
"Maybe if you give me enough of that tequila I'll do it without a problem." He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'll get right on that." He said, sarcastically. I shrugged.
"Just a suggestion." Even though I was joking.
"Please understand that you make me happy, handcuffs or no handcuffs. You've satisfied me the past 7 years, I think you can do it another 70." I smiled, then laughed.
"I don't think our bodies work that way when we're that old." He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Oh, they'll work. We're finding a way to make them work. By then there'll be a pill for everything… they'll work." I chuckled and shook my head. "Do you ever think of us when we're old and wrinkly?" I smirked and nodded.
"Yeah…"
"When we buy the house we're gonna live in forever we'll have to make sure it has a porch or somethin that we can put our rockin chairs on."
"You really think we're gonna do that?" I asked.
"Yeah! We're gonna be that ideal couple everyone looks up to. We wont end up like my parents, and I never, ever, want those words to come out of our kids' mouths." I smiled and looked at him.
"I know… I promised you that about four years ago. And I don't break promises."
"I know you don't. Thank God…"
"You on the other hand…"
"I know, but that's one promise I will never break." (LOL. Sometimes I mentally punch him in the face.)
"Even without handcuffs?" I asked, smirking. He smiled and nodded.
"Especially without handcuffs."
I'm reaaalllyyy nervous to post the next chapter... Oh man... Lets just say, i may have blushed a little... okay, alot. I really want to be good at writing sex scenes, but I get too embarrassed and I end up chickening out. I dont know... Try to just go with it. I rated this M because I thought maybe I would be able to do it, and I'm trying to get better, but I dont think I am... Just know that I do try and I'm sorry I suck. Lol. I also feel like I'm super boring... I'm really open to suggestions, if anybody has any ideas or advise dont be afraid to message me. I'd love to hear it. Okay... Hope you like it. Hope it's not boring. Hope I dont suck too bad. Please review, they keep me goin!