AN: This is based off the song "Good As I Was To You" by Lorrie Morgan. I recommend listening to that song while you read. I am going to try to change it around a little and try to put a twist to it as well. I hope you like it. I wrote this on a whim if it sucks you can tell me. Please review. This will be a one-shot, unless yall think it needs more parts.
Reba and Brock Hart have been married for 20 years. Reba has recently found out that Brock cheated on her with Barbra Jean, his dental hygienist. Reba ended up finding out when they went to couples therapy. She told him to leave as soon as she found out about the affair. She couldn't even look at him without wanting to cry.
Currently the Harts are getting ready to go to sleep. Brock had come over to Reba's to have dinner with the kids. Well at least that's what she told herself. But one thing led to another and now she was letting him in her bed once knew nothing was going to happen between them, mainly because she wouldn't let it. Could it be that she couldn't let go of the only man she ever loved? Yes. Or could it be because the kids had asked her ever so nicely to see their father. Also yes.
"Reba, I am so sorry about all this. I know it means nothing when I say that". Brock said as he was laying on his side of the bed next to her. Reba didn't know what to say, she just looked at him and nodded. "Look I know this isn't what you wanted. Hell I'm not even sure it's what I wanted" Brock continued. " Things happen, I guess," Reba replied, still not sure how to reply to that. Was he saying he made a mistake? Did he want her to fight for him? Either way Reba wasn't going to fight for him. He made the choice. Now they would both have to live with it.
As Reba drifted off to sleep she heard a ding from Brock's cellphone. He was holding on to Reba but went to check on it on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. She laid there trying to figure out who that could be. She wasn't stupid by any means and knew it had to be her. The woman he had spent a night with, the woman he had broken his vows for. "Is it her?' Reba questioned, sleepily opening her eyes to see that Brock was still looking at the phone. "Honestly Reba, does it matter?" Brock looked at her in a questioning way. He didn't have the heart to tell her who it was, knowing full well if he did she may not let him stay with her. "I guess it really doesn't. Come to bed please" She pleaded with her husband. Brock went to lay down next to Reba pulling her close to his chest. Her head was laying on his chest giving him a scent of her hair. He always loved that since they were first married she never changed the scent. Always the smell of strawberries and cream. He had grown to love that scent but only on her.
In the middle of the night when she was sure Brock was in a deep sleep Reba scooted out of the bed. She made sure to not wake him so she could be a little sneaky. She first decided to actually use the restroom. After doing so Reba went to Brock's side of the bed and grabbed his phone. She hoped he hadn't changed his password. Before she even knew about Barbra Jean she never would have done this. She was not that kind of woman. She fully trusted Brock, but look where that trust had gotten her. Thankfully for Reba he hadn't changed his password at all. It was still her birthday. She quickly and quietly went to his text messages. She had remembered earlier he had gotten a text. He didn't seem like he really wanted to share with her what the text was or who it was from. She looked at his most recent texts and one jumped out at her. "Look, I know she's upset. At least meet me tomorrow night at that cute little Italian restaurant. Be there by 6pm. I just want to talk to you". The text was from BJ. Reba was furious. She was seeing red. Was she talking about the Italian restaurant her and Brock used to go to for anniversaries? The one that they had shared countless kisses in? Did he really take her to their place? All that time Brock had spent on the phone Reba was expecting him to answer with something long but no. All he said was "I'll see you at 6". Reba looked to Brock to make sure he was still asleep and he was. She scooted back into bed. Brock instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist as he had done countless times before. Reba laid there wide awake thinking what she should do. She decided that she would go to that restaurant also.
Reba Hart woke up at her usual time that morning. She wasn't surprised that Brock wasn't in bed with her as he usually got up before her to get to work on time. She had to admit she did miss waking up to him. She sighed thinking how she would have to get used to not waking up to him at all from now on. She got out of bed and went downstairs to make breakfast for her kids. "Hey Ma" Cheyanne greeted when Reba walked into the room. "Morning honey," Reba replied. "So I saw Dad leaving from your room last night. I thought yall were over" Cheyanne said concerned. "Cheyanne, that is really none of your business. But if you must know, your dad and I had to discuss some things." Reba said, looking away from her daughter. She knew what her daughter was thinking. Even though that didn't happen last night she knew her daughter had her own thoughts. 'Oh that's what we're calling it now" Cheyanne said sarcastically. Reba just shook her head knowing there was no way her daughter would believe her anyway. "Ma, all I'm saying is don't give dad false hope that you want this to work out with him." Cheyanne told her mother. Reba knew her daughter meant well but for some reason she got all defensive about it. " Trust me honey, I know what I'm doing. Like I said we had to discuss things. Nothing happened, and I can't believe you would think anything could happen." Reba was kind of annoyed with her daughter for even thinking that way. Cheyanne just nodded and walked out of the kitchen. Reba was going to tell her to watch Jake tonight but figured she would tell her later on, closer to 6pm.
Brock decided to stop by Reba's after work. He wasn't sure what they were going to do because they really didn't talk much about the situation at hand. She had told him to leave yet let him spend the night with her. Of course nothing happened but to him it still felt like they were together. After all, they hadn't started the divorce proceedings or even talked about what she had wanted at all. "Reba" Brock yelled as he opened the front door. She must be in her room because when he walked into the living room she was nowhere to be seen. Brock proceeded to go upstairs to his old room he shared with his wife. He knocked on the door. He didn't know why since he was just in there less than 24 hours prior. Reba didn't answer the door but Brock went in the room anyway. He thought she may be taking a nap or even cleaning. Brock looked all around their room and Reba was not in it. He looked at the bathroom door and saw that the door was slightly ajar. He lightly knocked on that door as well. Reba was still his wife but with recent events he wasn't sure what she would still allow from him. He thought Reba didn't hear the small knock so he walked into the bathroom as well. He was shocked to see Reba in the big garden tub with bubbles up to her chest listening to something. He didn't know what but her headphones were on. She looked startled trying to cover what she could with the bubbles. Hoping just this once they wouldn't fail her. "Brock, do you ever knock? Reba said, taking out her earbud, making sure it didn't fall into the water."I actually did knock twice. I guess you didn't hear me. What are you doing anyway?" Brock wondered, walking to the bathtub and kneeling down beside it. " What do you think I am doing? And I didn't hear you because I was listening to this" Reba said, pointing to her IPOD. She was well prepared to try to forget about him and their situation. She had a tray across the tub with her book, glass of wine and now her headphones. "You never take a bath this early. Are you alright?" Brock asked with a concerned look on his face. He remembered she used to take a bath closer to the time she went to bed. She liked to be relaxed so that she would fall asleep easily. "Brock I am fine. No need to worry about me anymore" Reba said with an annoyed tone. She tried to shoo him out of the bathroom but he was having none of it. Brock proceeded to take the loofah that he knew she was going to be using and dip it into the water before trying to massage her back with it. Reba stayed still afraid of what he may see if she moved at all. Brock sensed that he went too far and stopped his action. "I can see you don't want me here. So I am going to go. If you want to talk or anything just call." Brock said sadly. He didn't think she would pull away from him already. But honestly he wasn't sure why he was surprised she had. Reba nodded and watched as he left the bathroom and then what she assumed was her house. She knew that he was going to go see Barbra Jean. She was going to see both of them. Hence why she needed this bath early.
It was 5:55pm and Reba had just pulled into the restaurant's parking had mentioned to Cheyanne that she was going out. To her surprise Cheyanne did not question it. She looked around the parking lot to see if she saw his car. She spotted it not too far from her own. She wondered if she should move it because she didn't want him to see her but decided against it. Reba honestly wasn't expecting to be here long. She just wanted to confront both of them, say her piece and walk away. Reba wasn't even sure what that piece was though. She knew she didn't want to fight for Brock. If Barbra Jean wanted him then she guessed she would let him go.
Reba was dressed in a white cocktail looking dress. It had a sweetheart neckline that showed a generous amount of her cleavage. The dress sat just above her knees. Her hair was a bit wavy but nothing too major. She had worn minimal makeup. Enough to make her look like the sun had kissed her. She was still wearing her wedding ring. For some strange reason she couldn't take it off. Not yet anyway. Reba walked into the restaurant. The one where her husband had taken them on their first, fifth, and tenth wedding anniversary. The one where she told him she was pregnant with 2 of their now grown children. The hostess had asked her if she had a reservation. Reba just walked right by her and didn't reply. She didn't want to be rude but she also didn't want them to leave without her saying what she wanted to. "Reba," Brock said, shocked to see her there. Reba just stood there looking at him and Barbra Jean at their table. "Good as I was to you? Is this the thanks I get? Were all the years we shared so easy to forget? Does this mean that you've won? Are you finally having fun? Is she your dream come true? Oh she sure looks good but she won't ever be good as I was to you" Reba yelled, staring right into Brock's eyes hoping that she could see the answer. She gestured to Barbra Jean who stood in shock. She wasn't expecting Reba to show up at all. She just wanted to talk to Brock.
Everyone in the restaurant stopped their own chatter. The whole place went quite trying to figure out what in the world was going on. The waitress asked Reba if she wanted her to bring another chair. "No, I was just leaving," Reba said. Brock stood up trying to say something but no words were coming out. He didn't know what to say to anything Reba had just said to him but he finally mustered up something. "Reba, I'm so sorry I never meant to hurt you honey. I was hoping we could work this out." Brock said but instantly knew that there was no talking to her right now. She was was even more hurt hearing him call her honey, as if nothing had happened. He could tell she wanted to cry but wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. Reba then looked at Barbra Jean and calmly said "Honey, you can have him. I don't want him anymore" and then took her ring off her finger and placed it on the table next to Brock. She then ran out of the restaurant, leaving Brock and Barbra Jean dumbfounded by what just occurred.
Reba ran to her car and unlocked it, probably the quickest she ever had. She couldn't believe she did that. Yet it felt so good. Leaving them in the restaurant. Embarrassing both of them. She felt like she embarrassed herself a little bit. That thought quickly left because she knew everyone in that restaurant felt bad for her and not Brock or Barbra Jean. She laughed a bit thinking about all those people now staring at both of them, knowing what they had done. She just told them all.
"What the hell was that Brock? You have your wife come to the same restaurant?" Barbra Jean scolded. She was as red as a tomato with embarrassment. How could he do that to her? "Listen I know you wont believe me but i don't know how she knew we would be here. I never told her" Brock exclaimed. He was just as surprised as Barbra Jean. Reba had said nothing to him earlier when he was at her house. It was starting to come to him now though. This was why she had taken a bath so early. She wanted to come and say this and then just go home and go to sleep. It all made sense now. "Brock seriously? You had to have told her. How else would she know? Oh my goodness" Barbra Jean stood up and gave Brock a look of surprise. "You have taken her here before. She knows because this was y'alls place. Brock how could you?" Barbra Jean was upset. How could he take her to the same place where he and his wife had shared so many memories. "Barbra Jean wait" Brock tried to get out of this one. Before he could say anything else Barbra Jean walked out of the restaurant as well. Leaving Brock to pick up the tab. He put his head in his hands. What on earth was he going to do now?
Reba drove down the road in tears. She couldn't believe he didn't come running after her. He just stayed there in the restaurant with her. Even if she did want to fight for him he didn't want her anymore. He made that very clear. It really was over. She sobbed, hitting the steering wheel in anger. How could she be so stupid. So stupid to think he would actually change his mind and come after didn't want to go afraid Brock would be there or worse one of her kids. She didn't need the questions right now. Reba decided to go to the park. Somewhere to clear her head and think. She needed to think about what she really wanted. Did she mean it when she told Barbra Jean she could have Brock? Was she really letting this go? Was she wanting to throw away what they had? What was she saying, she knew this wasn't her that was throwing it all away. He did this to her. He made the choice for her.
Barbra Jean didn't know where she was going. She was so upset and hurt. If he could do this to his wife what made her think he couldn't do this to her later down the road? She didn't think Reba would actually ever confront her like that and definitely not in a public place. Barbra Jean walked down to the park. She was never one for silence but she felt like maybe this would do her some good. She really needed to think this through. Was she really okay with breaking up this marriage? She didn't want to but in lieu of recent events she thought it would be best. She wasn't sure if Reba had known. She didn't think she did. Otherwise Brock wouldn't have been able to be with her the previous night. Barbra Jean went to the swings. She figured that would be the best place to think of her current dilemma. She began to move her legs back and forth just to gain some speed. This was exactly what she needed. As the wind was moving her back and forth she spotted someone she didn't think she ever would again. It was the red hair that gave her away. Barbra Jean could spot her miles away. It was Reba sitting on a bench staring at the open field.
Brock still sat at the restaurant. He was dumbfounded. This night had gone worse than he ever imagined. He still didn't know how Reba found out where he would be and when. Honestly that was the least of his concerns at the moment. He still wasn't sure what to do. Does he go after the only woman he's ever loved or the one he had spent a night with. He decided it was best to talk to his wife first. Maybe he could save this. Maybe she would allow him back in.
Barbra Jean wanted to run away. She wanted to leave the park and pretend she never saw Reba but for some reason she couldn't. She got off the swing and walked up to her. Like nothing happened. Like Reba didn't just embarrass her at the restaurant in front of all those people. "I am assuming he didn't tell you," Barbra Jean said. She didn't whisper it but wasn't sure if Reba heard her as she didn't look her way. "Tell me what?" Reba said coldly. Finally looking at the women who came to talk to her. "I am pregnant, and it's Brock's," Barbra Jean blurted out. Reba looked away. Of course she was. Reba could feel the tears falling down. She felt like her world had come crashing down once more. She would have forgiven Brock for cheating on her. They could have gone to therapy. They could have fixed this but not now. Not anymore. She wiped her tears away and nodded at Barbra Jean. What was she supposed to say to her now? Her husband failed to mention that information to her. All Reba could do is walk away from her. She said nothing else and walked to her car. "Look Reba" Barbra Jean went after her. "I am so sorry. I thought he would tell you. I didn't want you to find out this way." Barbra Jean stated. Brock was supposed to tell her at therapy but she guessed he left that part out after she told him to leave. She was hoping Reba would say something to her. Anything to tell her she wasn't mad at her just the situation but Reba didn't. Once again she just kept walking with tears falling. She went to her car and drove off. It was time to leave. She had had enough of tonight.
Brock pulled up to Reba's house. He didn't see her car in the driveway. He had beat her home. He wasn't sure if that was the best thing. Now he would have to talk to his children as to why he was there and not their mother. "Hey Dad, where's Mom?" Cheyanne said as soon as he walked into the living room. So it begins, he thought. "I'm not sure honey, I was hoping she would be home by now" He told his daughter. He was pretty glad she didn't ask any more questions. "Honey, I am going to go up to your Mom's room. Grab some things" Brock said running up the stairs to the room that used to be his.
Reba arrived home and instantly regretted it. She saw his truck parked in her driveway. This was her chance to run but it was no use. He was allowed there because of the kids. But she was there also. She didn't want to be around him right now. Especially since Barbra Jean told her the news. The news he should've been the one to tell her. "Ma, you're finally home. Dad's upstairs if you are looking for him". Cheyanne said. Reba wasn't looking for him but nodded at her daughter and made her way up the stairs anyway. She went to her room and saw that the door was ajar a bit. She knocked but then felt stupid. This was her room, why was she knocking? She saw Brock move to the door and open it. "Reba," he said, stepping aside so she could get in the room. He shut the door behind them. This was it they were finally going to talk like they should have done the night looked up at him. He could see the hurt in her blue eyes. It was very evident in her eyes that she had been crying. "She's pregnant Brock" Reba blurted out. "Why didn't you tell me?" She said her voice was shaky. She knew she was going to cry and she knew he was going to try to comfort her. "Honey, I was going to tell you I swear. Please don't cry" Brock said, stepping towards her and trying to wipe the tears from her eyes. " Don't touch me!" Reba yelled, backing away from him. "I never want you to touch me again. I trusted you Brock. I loved you so much and this is how you repay me? I thought I could forgive you and we go back to the way things were. Not anymore. She's pregnant and you have to be with her. I hope she's everything that I couldn't be." Reba screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks like a river. Brock was going to console her but remembered she had said not to touch her. He didn't want to risk her being anymore angry. He proceeded to grab some clothes. He knew he couldn't change her mind. She was hurt and he couldn't blame her. Reba just sat on the bed crying. Grieving over a marriage that now was broken. A marriage she had cherished for 20 years. This was it, it was finally over.