Author: Noa-Pearl PM
But I remember us riding in my brother's car, her body tanned and wet down at the reservoir. At night on them banks I'd lie awake and pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take. Now those memories come back to haunt me... - Brock's POV.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,424 - Reviews: 10 - Updated: 11-26-12 - Published: 06-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8183374
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Note: Hi folks! It's been long since I've written anything for Reba, but, well, I've been reading a lot of Reba fanfiction lately and decided to give it a shot again! It's a one-shot and I'm using a Bruce Springsteen song that's called 'The River', most beautiful song in the world. If you've never heard it, I recommend you search it on YouTube, the best version is a live version that's called 'Bruce Springsteen – The River (With Intro)', something like that. Absolutely incredible. I'm drifting off haha, but the song's just amazing. Hope you like this, it's nothing too long or complicated, but I just felt like sharing. X.
I come from down in the valley,
where mister when you're young.
They bring you up to do like your daddy done.
Me and Mary we met in high school,
when she was just seventeen.
We'd drive out of this valley down to where the fields were green.
I watched the sleeping woman on the couch, knowing she'd be pissed as hell if she would wake up and find me here, in a chair, just watching her. I just couldn't help myself though. She looked peaceful when she slept. Her worries seemed to disappear, all small lines in her face seemed to fade and everything seemed absolutely perfect. She herself was even more perfect.
It's been almost six years since our divorce and I still regret it every day. Leaving Reba wasn't about making the best decision; it was about making the right decision. At the time, leaving her seemed best. Or at least that was what I've been telling myself for the last few years. Barbra Jean was a sweetheart, she was. But she wasn't supposed to be my wife. Surprisingly, we both agreed on that these days. Which was actually the reason I'd come to Reba's house in the first place; to tell her my marriage was over.
It wouldn't get me Reba back again. I've been quite sure she's been done with me for years. But looking at her like this made all those thoughts fade. It made me think about when we met. She was seventeen, fresh out of high school. Nothing like any other girls I'd known.
We'd go down to the river
and into the river we'd dive.
Oh down to the river we'd ride.
Things had been perfect from that very first meeting on. She'd yell at me for being a moron, I'd smile, and we would laugh. Things were perfect. When she got pregnant with Cheyenne, we were quite shocked. Yes, we'd been together for a while. But wasn't being in love with your very first boyfriend or girlfriend and live happily ever after something that only happened in the movies?
It scared me. It wasn't that I didn't want to be with her forever. I'd always been perfectly happy with that as a future. But it scared me. I was afraid we were too young, that things were going too fast. But her smile, her laugh, her everything would always bring me back to believing.
Then I got Mary pregnant,
and man that was all she wrote.
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat.
We went down to the courthouse,
and the judge put it all to rest.
No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle,
no flowers no, wedding dress.
That night we went down to the river,
and into the river we'd dive.
Oh down to the river we'd ride.
She was still sleeping. Thank God for that. Her waking up would ruin every possible thing for me at this point. If she caught me, she'd be chasing me until I was back in my own condo again. Looking at her sleeping was so much more appealing. Her shirt had been creeping up during her nap, showing some gorgeous, milky, freckled skin of her belly. A belly that had been carrying three of my children.
Kyra came a couple of years after Cheyenne. We knew right after she was born she was so very different from Cheyenne. Kyra was definitely more like her mom. We'd fallen into a routine slowly. A routine that seemed to get more boring every single day. A routine that seemed to cause us to drift further and further away from each other.
When Reba was pregnant again, I thought things would get better again. And when I found out we were having a little boy, I was ecstatic. But after Jake was born, I could tell things hadn't changed for the better. I've always wondered where exactly we'd stopped communicating. When we started caring more about the plants in our front yard looking good than our marriage.
I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company.
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy.
Now all them things that seemed so important,
well mister they vanished right into the air.
Now I just act like I don't remember,
Mary acts like she don't care.
Things were awful by then. Absolutely horrifying. And instead of talking to her, Barbra Jean came by. A beautiful, slightly ditsy, but sweet blonde, who was willing to give me everything I thought I was missing back at home. The affair started before I could even think about it. Barbra Jean got pregnant faster than I could've imagined too.
It was obvious Reba was tired of our fights. Tired of the tears she was letting down at moments she thought I wasn't paying attention. I wish I'd been there and wiped them all away. I hadn't. Instead, I just ran off to Barbra Jean again, deciding slowly that marrying her would be for the better. Cheyenne, Kyra and Jake weren't helped with fighting parents either.
The moment I said yes to Barbra Jean though, I regretted. Reba was still around the corner and I was surprised when I realized the two women were actually fond of each other. God, I was so proud of Reba. So proud that she tried everything to save our family, even becoming friends with the woman that was partly the cause of her family falling apart. I take all the blame though. I should've never, never ran off in the first place. Time passed, Henry was born, and for a moment, I thought everything was perfect.
That was whenever Reba was around though. I loved stealing glances at her, I still do. I loved her yelling at me for whatever I did. At least I knew I was on her mind then. She'd never left mine. When Barbra Jean and I started going to therapy for the first time, I knew our marriage was doomed. I didn't love her the way she deserved to be loved. The woman I loved, was the woman living a few houses away from me. The woman I could never forget. I've never been able to forget the way her skin felt under my hands, the way her breath made my lips tingle before she kissed them. How we'd fit perfectly fine whenever we made love.
But I remember us riding in my brother's car,
her body tanned and wet down at the reservoir.
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
and pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take.
Now those memories come back to haunt me,
they haunt me like a curse.
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true,
or is it something worse?
I wanted to touch her so bad. She was so beautiful. I slowly scooted over closer to her, lightly touching her cheek, praying she wouldn't wake up. Still as silky smooth as it always was. Instinctively, I moved closer, my lips touching her forehead.
That kiss made her stir though. She stared moving as I slowly backed away, having a feeling she'd been waking up. She most definitely did open her eyes, unfortunately for me, my face was only a few inches away. I was afraid she'd be totally freaking out the moment her eyelids opened, but she didn't. She stared at me, a small smile gracing her lips as she said: "I thought I smelled your cologne," before yawning.
She was so cute. Probably to sleepy to realize I shouldn't be in here in the first place. I backed away, watching her stretch and expose even more skin as she said: "So, to what do I owe his visit?"
"I'm surprised you're not yelling."
She just looked at me, her eyes resting on mine, waiting for me to speak. Her look gave me shivers though. She was incredible. I liked my lips before I said: "Yeah, I have to tell you something. Something serious."
Reba immediately got up, a worried look on her face, as I started to explain her how my second marriage had come to an end. I talked, she listened. I suppose I should've been filled with grief about another failed marriage. I wasn't. The only thing I was grieving for was the loss of the most beautiful woman on earth. A woman I'd lost as my wife years ago. A woman that was still my best friend, but I wished was so much more.
That sends me down to the river,
though I know the river is dry.
That sends me down to the river tonight.
Down to the river,
my baby and I.
oh down to the river we ride.