The Weekend

Chapter Sixteen

Reba giggled and leaned her head back further into the pillow behind her. Her skin tingled underneath his lips as he slowly traced them down her torso. Her giggle, however, was replaced with a gasp as she felt him continue his trail passed her belly button, his head disappearing underneath the dark grey sheets.

"Brock..." She breathed his name when she felt him connect with her. Her entire body buckled under his lips and she arched her back in response. Something about this felt extremely personal and exotic all at once. She hadn't prepared for this, she'd never really felt anything quite like it before.

Brock didn't say a word, he only continued to do what he'd been longing to do for over twenty years.

Reba dug one hand into his hair and used the other to grip the sheets beside her. Her heart was about to beat clean out of her chest.

"Reba? Reeeeeeeba? REBA?"

Reba's eyes fluttered open to the sound of Barbara Jean calling her name from behind her bathroom door. She was still in the bath? She'd clearly fallen asleep, she thought as she felt the flush from her dream still evident on her cheeks. She was supposed to be feeling guilty, not having sex dreams whilst in the bathtub. She lifted the hand that was gripping her thigh and held it in front of her face. She was turning into a prune, just how long had she been in here?

"REBA!?"

She closed her eyes and prayed for the lord to take her right then and there. Why was the woman repeatedly shouting her name? She did not have the energy to deal with this, especially after having a dream about said woman's husband between her thighs.

"Barbara Jean, would you knock it off!" She shouted and stood from the lukewarm water, reaching for the towel that hung on the wall next to her.

"Can I come in?"

Reba wrapped the towel around her slender frame and scoffed at the blonde's words. "No, you can't come in, you buffoon, I'm necked."

"Hurry up then! I need to talk to you and Brock."

Reba froze and her heart sunk into her stomach. Did she know? What could she possibly need to talk to the two of them about other than the events of the weekend?

"I'll be down in a minute." She managed to croak out as she braced her body against the bathroom counter. Did Brock tell her? Did Kyra figure it out? What had happened between the time she had gotten into the bathtub and now? Her nerves were starting their climb up her chest and she knew something wasn't right.

She waited until she was sure that Barbara Jean was no longer in her bed room before she exited the bathroom. She quickly crossed the room and locked the door before Barbara Jean could burst in once again.

"Everything is fine. It is probably nothing. One of her beanie babies probably just got into a fight with another and she's here to tell you all about it." Reba desperately tried to calm herself down. If she walked downstairs this close to a panic attack, everyone would know something was up.

She dried herself off and threw on the pajamas she had been wearing before. She placed a hand on her chest and closed her eyes before inhaling deeply and exhaling. Well, now was as good a time as ever.

Reba descended the stairs to see Brock sitting on the couch next to Barbara Jean, no one else in sight. Brock's eyes immediately locked with hers and she could see that he, too, was freaking out.

So, he hadn't told her.

"Oh, hey, Reba, 'bout time you got your butt downstairs." The blonde stood up from the couch and gently nudged Reba's arm.

"Hey... What's all this about?" She looked to Barbara Jean who had a goofy grin on her face, not the look of a scorned ex-friend. She shifted her gaze to Brock who was nervously wringing his hands in his lap.

"Sit down, we need to talk." She sat in the chair at the end of the coffee table and motioned for Reba to take a seat next to Brock. Reba swallowed hard, her throat dry from all of the possibilities running through her mind. Once seated, she ran her sweaty palms over her ratty plaid PJ bottoms. Silence surrounded them and she hoped Barbara Jean would speak soon, she could feel the verbal diarrhea forming in her chest. Who knows what she'd spill if this silence never ended.

Barbara Jean eyed the two of them, they were both clearly freaking out and it took everything inside of her not to giggle out loud. She needed to do this while she had their full attention, giggling would only wreck that.

"Did y'all have a good weekend? Together? I bet being alone in that motel room brought back a lot of memories?"

Brock choked on air and Reba turned her head towards him, giving him the meanest glare she could muster. It felt like the two of them were teenagers being questioned by their parents.

"Was it hot where you guys were? It was hot in Lubbock." Barbara Jean spoke nonchalantly, enjoying this a little too much. It was becoming more and more apparent that she knew, but how? Reba's stomach churned at the thought and she felt Brock move closer to her and put his hand on the small of her back.

"Just get this over with, Barbara Jean." He said impatiently, he had no time for his wife's games. If she knew, she knew and he would deal with it. He was going to tell her anyway.

"Alrighty then, I know what happened on the weekend between you two." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and watched as they both reacted to what she had just said.

"Listen, Barbara Jean..." Reba was about to speak, but was cut off when the blonde interjected.

"No, Reba, just listen to me for a second, okay? I see the way you two look at each other, I've seen it almost every day for the last seven years. I know when Brock was unhappy it was because he wasn't with you, I know. It wasn't lost on me. Geez, Reba, I've caught him starin' at you like you're a piece of meat on more than one occasion. I don't know how you never noticed. He got me pregnant so he married me because he thought that was the right thing to do, but he never stopped lovin' you. I can see that in the way he is with you, in the way he talks about you when you're not around. And I know you try and tell yourself that you don't love him, but I know you do. You always have."

"Barbara Jean, I don't understand." What exactly was his wife saying? Where was this coming from? She'd said nothing to him throughout the years.

"You two love each other and you're both too damn stubborn to admit that, so I decided to help." A smirk crossed the blonde's lips and Reba felt like she was trapped in a daydream. What in the heck was happening?

"You what?"

"Yeah, I knew Brock wouldn't get through that drive all in one night and there's only one motel on the way to Lubbock. It wasn't that hard. Mrs. Shannon? The sweet 'ol lady who owns the motel? We go way back, she was happy to help, she even offered to slash y'alls tires for me. She was brilliant." Barbara Jean recounted the story a little too happily for Reba's comfort.

"You planned this?" Brock felt confused and betrayed and really didn't know what to think at the moment.

"Well, yeah. I knew the pair of you couldn't be in a motel room alone for four days without somethin' happening. I figured you'd either fall back into your old ways or one of you would end up murdered. I'm so glad it was the latter."

"You mean to tell me you planned all of this?" Reba's voice became louder as she spoke and she stood from the couch and stared at the blonde in disbelief. "Out of all of the boneheaded things you've done... He's your husband."

"Well, not technically anymore."

Reba stepped back and looked at Barbara Jean as if she had two heads. "What?"

"Remember that permission slip you signed the other day?" Brock nodded slowly and waited for her to continue. "Yeah, those were divorce papers."

"What?" He shouted and stood alongside Reba.

"You fell for it, too. Didn't you think it was a little weird you had to sign more than once?" Barbara Jean smirked and Brock just stood there dumbfounded. This was without a doubt the weirdest thing his crazy wife, now ex-wife, had ever done. "You guys were my puppets."

Both Reba and Brock sat back down on the sofa and tried to digest this in the silence. They'd been feeling guilty this whole time when it was really her doing? She had someone slash their tires? Good god, she was crazier than they had both realized.

"Okay, let's just go with this insanity for a moment. Aren't you mad at us? We betrayed you." Reba's voice was quiet, she was worried about her friend. Sure, she had planned this but that didn't change the fact that cheated with her best friend's husband.

"Not really, under any other circumstances I know neither of you would ever have acted on your feelings. The only reason you did this weekend was because of me. Think of it as my blessing. You two are my best friends in this whole wide world and the only reason you split up was because of me. I want you both to be happy, this is my way of fixing everything I've broken."

"But what'll happen with you?" Reba was touched by the gesture, despite how crazy it was. She still couldn't believe it.

"Oh, I've been seein' someone. His names Nathan, I met him at that dental conference I went to a few months ago. This one's not married, Reba. He's who I'm supposed to be with." She smiled, proudly. She knew it was a lot for them to take in, but they'd get used to it.

"Well, I guess I'm happy for you, Barbara Jean."

Brock remained quiet, he didn't know quite what to say. One second he was married and in love with his ex-wife, and now he was single with two ex-wives.

"Thank you. Now, I'm going to leave you two alone to discuss all of this."

Once Barbara Jean had exited the house, Reba turned to Brock who had yet to say anything. "How about that?" She joked nervously. She felt relieved and used all at once. Barbara Jean just outsmarted the two of them and she never thought she'd see that day.

"Brock?"

"She tricked me into signing divorce papers, Reba." He continued to stare at the wall in front of him, running a hand through his hair. If his wife had been normal, she would've gutted both of them not planned an elaborate weekend to get them back together. But then again, he'd always known she wasn't quite normal.

"Yeah, she did that." What was running through his mind? Was this not what he wanted now that he had it? Had he intended to be all talk and no game?

"Well, then. I guess I'm going to need a place to stay." He turned to her with a smile on his face. All of the questions invading Reba's mind vanished when she registered what he had just asked.

"Huh, it just so happens that I have a place right here next to me, if you want it." She returned his grin and stared back into his eyes.

"Honey, that's all I've ever wanted."

He brought his hand up to her cheek and dug his fingertips into her hair, his thumb resting in front of her ear. His lips gently touched hers and Reba could feel the difference in their kiss. It felt... better. They had a lot to still figure out, but this was good enough for now. They were both finally where they needed to be for the first time in seven years, all thanks to the weekend.

The End.

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