Reba awoke the next day, exceptionally aware of the strong arm around her waist. Reba slowly got up, being sure not to wake Brock, and slipped into the shower. The hot water felt good on her neck. She just stood there for a while enjoying the massaging motion of the water. She stood there relaxing with her eyes clothes, thinking about Brock.
After a while Reba felt two arms go around her stomach, and someone brush up against her back. Reba set her arms on the ones around her, and leaned her head back onto the shoulder behind her, all without opening her eyes. She knew who it was and she was happy he was there. "Good morning or should I say afternoon," he softly spoke into her ear.
"Mmmm…" she got out. She was not a morning person, but as far as mornings go this has been a pretty good one.
"You know what today is?" he waited a while, "It's Friday. We're moving Cheyenne and Van out today. You called off work right." Reba nodded and sighed.
"I'm not ready for them to move out."
"I know. Seems like just yesterday we thought this day would never come." Things got silent as they both took time to think about old times…
"To the left. No, back to the right. No I changed my mind. I like it on the left." Reba sat on the bottom stair as she directed Brock in moving the couch to the perfect spot. Just then a little Kyra came running into the house.
"Mama!" she said with hot tears pouring down her face, "Cheyenne stole Marshmallow!!" her mom whipped the tears from her daughter's face and yelled for Cheyenne to come inside their newly bought home. So far it was fairly empty with a lot of boxes taking up some of the space. Things were moving rather slowly due to Reba's condition. She was 8 months pregnant and her doctor told her that she had to leave all of the moving to the movers. She was not supposed to lift anything heavier then a gallon of milk and it was driving Reba crazy!
"Yes?" Cheyenne walked in looking innocent. Reba put her hand out, meaning that Cheyenne had a few seconds to put Kyra's teddy bear in her hand or she was going to have to get up and handle things in a different way, and no one wanted that. Cheyenne reluctantly placed the worn out, old, dirty, white bear into Reba's hand and walked back out of the room.
"Thank you, mama!" Kyra jumped up and gave her mother a huge hug.
"Uh huh," Reba hugged her daughter back and kissed her hair. Kyra ran out of the room and back outside to try to get her sister's attention, yet again, just as always. Reba waddled to her feet and walked over by Brock. "Let me help you with that."
"No," Brock told her just like he had so many other times when she had asked the same question. Reba pouted.
"Oh common! I can't do anything!" she said as she flopped down onto the couch and pouted.
Brock took a deep breath in, and then sat down next to Reba who now had a few tears running down her face. He hated to see her cry. It always broke his heart to see tears running down that beautiful face. Then again, the hormone imbalance didn't help the situation any. "Honey, you're pregnant. You are doing a lot of work right now and it's going to make a bigger difference in the future then moving a lousy couch." He stroked her read hair and Reba leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I know…but I hate just sitting here. It's driving me insane!"
"Well, hmmm…" he thought about what she could do. He looked around the house, "Well you can make me a sandwich, and then you could start cleaning the upstairs before I move things up there—just no climbing to reach high places." She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Finally she had something to keep her busy for a little while. Brock was always there when she needed him. Reba made Brock a sandwich and then inevitably became tired and fell asleep on the couch before she could get around to all of the other chores she wanted to get done. Brock chuckled as he walked past a sleeping Reba, and he covered her up with a blanket.
Reba lost track of time and realized that she had to finish her shower and get Brock back downstairs before the kids suspected anything. The last thing the kids needed right now was news that their divorced parents are back together, and not just that, but they didn't know how long this was going to last and if things did fall apart they didn't want the kids to get hurt again.
Just when Reba was walking out of her room after getting ready, Cheyenne was carrying a box down the stairs. "Hey honey! Let me help you with that," she said as she ran over and grabbed the other end of the box.
"Thanks. We have the U-haul outside."
"Ok, hey, do you know where your father is?" she asked as she made her way out the door and towards the truck.
"He left to go pick up some pizza with Van for lunch. What did he and Barbra Jean get into a fight about?" she curiously asked her mother as they set the box down in the back of the truck.
Reba shrugged, "Oh I'm not completely sure. By the time I got there they were yelling and she just kicked him out," she lied.
"Well then what was she yelling about in the kitchen?" she challenged her mother. She knew she was lying and she wanted to get it out of her. They started walking back towards the house.
It took Reba a moment to think about what she was going to say. She wished that she and Brock had talked about what they were telling the kids in advance. "Nothing really, just something about a rumor Barbra Jean heard at church," even that lie sounded bad to Reba.
"Uh huh," Cheyenne stopped at the front door and turned to face her mother, "What's going on mom? Barbra Jean wouldn't get this mad about a rumor. I'm not completely sure about this…but…is something going on between you and dad?" Reba made an annoyed face at her, "Well, there are some signs there that would lead me to this. First off, you and dad are getting alone oddly well these days. And secondly, on any other occasion dad wouldn't be staying the night here. You would have made him stay in a cheap motel." Cheyenne took a minute to stare into her mother's eyes. Reba looked down.
"Who else thinks that?"
"Just Van and I know. We've had some time to think…it's just a guess, but the way your acting is making me believe that we guessed right…"
Reba couldn't look at Cheyenne. She was too afraid of that she would have to say about this. Just in time, Van and Brock showed up behind them, "Hey! Pizza is here!" Brock greeted them. Reba gave him a smile, and then they all walked into the kitchen to eat.
"Hey Brock, can I talk to you for a second?" Reba asked him with a desperate look on her face while nodding her head in the direction of the living room.
"Yeah," he followed her out of the kitchen, "What is it?"
"They figured us out. I don't know how they did it, but they are good." Reba stood up on the tips of her toes to look over Brock's shoulder into the kitchen making sure no one was listening to her.
"Well…If they figured it out I guess now is as good as a time as ever to tell the family."
"Are you sure their ready for that? Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Of course I'm ready. I don't think that I've ever been so sure in my life besides the day that I married you 23 years ago."
"But what if the kids get hurt?" Reba asked with a crack in her voice.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, what if you get bored with me and leave. I don't know if they could take that again." A tear rolled down Reba's cheek. Brock realized that she was talking about herself.
"Well you can tell the kids that I'm never leaving their mothers side. You can tell them that I promise, for the rest of forever, that I will be nothing but faithful. You can tell them that I'm going to spend the rest of my life taking care of her and loving her." Brock took her face in his hand and whipped away the hot tears. "I love you Reba and I'm never going to hurt you again." Reba gave him a smile of relief and hugged him. "Now let's get back in there and show those kids a thing or two about love." Brock put his hand around Reba's shoulder and Reba put her hand around his waist and they walked back into the kitchen…