Brock glanced at Reba as he drove them home. Her eye lids were heavy, and she blinked them non-stop. He sped the car up as they reached her street.
"Brock..." Reba stopped talking. She had no clue what she was going to say. His name just came out. She felt him looking at her as he slowed the car down.
"Uh...Jake did real good in his play today." She said the first thing that came to mind. "Really? He told me his girlfriend was Juliet. I'm assuming he was Romeo from all the lines I heard him rehearse." Reba shook her head.
"Yea, Robbie was in it, too. They did a really good job. It had me crying at the end." Reba laughed a little. Brock smiled at her as he put the car in park. They weren't quite at Reba's house, but he wanted to talk to her.
"You always cry at Romeo and Juliet type things." Brock grabbed Reba's hand. He gave it a light squeaze, getting her full attention. "I love you with all my heart and soul." She smiled at him. Brock loved her face at that moment. Eyes dying to close, and her mouth barely showing any form of a smile. Even her hair seemed to give up and fall freely to her shoulders. Reba turned her head to the window, allowing Brock to regain focus on his destination. She was tired, and he knew talking could wait for later. He started the car again, not stopping until they were fully in the driveway.
"Wait right there." Reba shook her head. He ran from his side of the car to her side.
"Alri-" Reba was sound asleep. He loved watching her sleep, and was glad he'd get another chance to do so. Brock slowly picked her up, carring her to the house. He stopped at the door. Jake had left a note saying he was at Robbie's house for the night. Brock laughed as he swung the door open. He carefully walked inside making sure not to hit Reba with the door in any way.
He gently layed her on her bed. As soon as he let her go, she rolled over, her back facing him. He kissed her cheek before walking to the door. He stopped for a second. She'd wake up scared, thinking he left her again. Brock walked back to her.
"I'll be downstairs, sweet heart." He whispered it softly in her ear, and waited for some type of response. When he didn't get one, he gently shook her.
"Wha..?" She wasn't completely awake, but he knew she would still hear him.
"I'll be downstairs, sweet heart." She shook her head before falling back to sleep. Brock kissed her cheek again before leaving to sleep on the couch. Reba jerks awake to a sitting position. She wipes her face as she looks at the clock. It was twelve thrity. Reba got up from her bed. Brock wasn't in the room, and she had to find him. She remembered he said he was going somewhere, but couldn't remember where. She slowly left her room, and walked to each of the kids' room. They were all empty. She sighed before walking downstairs. Where was he when she needed him?
Brock slowly woke up as he heard the stairs creek. Some one was walking around the house. Reba was alseep upstairs; he had to protect her. Brock jumped off the couch about the time Reba stepped of the last step. They both screamed at the sight of the other person. Brock ran to Reba, who had her hand on her chest.
"Don't do that! You could of given me a heart attack!" She smacked his chest as he started to chuckle.
"What?" He pulled her into a hug which she gladly accepted. He hadn't left her, but given her space. He wasn't pushing for anything. He just wanted her to be happy. Reba smiled at those thoughts. He wasn't going to leave her ever again. He truly wanted and needed her. "So, why were you coming down here?" Reba looked up at Brock, still in his arms.
"I was looking for you." He smiled at that. It was the first time in a long time that she said that without some type of yelling following it. He pulled her closer to him.
"Why were you looking for me?"
"I had a nightmare." She shudder as the nightmare replayed itself. She was locked in a room without a window. It was a small room, pitch black. Every where she looked Brock would be there, and every time she went to him he would walk away. He'd leave her in the room with a laugh, and everytime he left, the room would get smaller and darker. It wasn't something that normally would scare her, but tonight it terrified her. She pulled him closer.
"Reba, if you pull me any closer, we might as well be one person." He laughed softly, but she didn't let go at all. He tried to pull her to arms length, but she only clung on tighter.
"Reba, Honey, I'm not leaving, but I do need to breathe." She let go only to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Brock knew she was scared now. He walked with her to the couch.
"Honey, it's ok. I'm not going anywhere. Tell me why your so scared." Reba laughed a little. She got that scared over a dream, but then again the dream held all her worst fears.
"It's not that bad."
"I still want to hear what it was." Brock rubbed her back as she layed her head on his chest. She told him about the room. She even told him the rest of it. The part where snakes were crawling all over her and the part where she was falling from a high place. Her hands trembled a little as she told him. It shouldn't of scared her that much, but it had. Brock pulled her onto his lap and rocked her until she was sound asleep again. He remembered having to do that with Cheyenne, Kyra, and Jake. Then he'd spend the night sleeping next to them in their room.
Brock carried Reba into the kitchen. He knew she'd want something sweet. She always did after a nightmare. It was her way of getting back to sleep; she'd claimed the sugar took her mind off whatever had scared her. He looked in the refridgerator. There was a small piece of cheesecake with whip cream already on top. Brock grabbed it the best he could with Reba still in his arms. He then walked to her bedroom, the plate resting on her stomach.
Brock layed on his old side of the bed. Reba was sound asleep on her side, still in his arms. He loved being in this exact spot. No one ever fit so perfect in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and smiled when she moved closer to his body. This is what he wanted and needed. He rubbed Reba's arm as he lost himself in thoughts.
Reba slowly woke up to Brock's hand rubbing her arm. It was starting to tickle her. She giggled a little before sitting up, but not realizing how close to the edge she was. Brock jerked to a sitting position as Reba's body fell from his sight. He looked over the edge of the bed, where she layed looking up at him.
"Oh, my gosh! Honey, are you ok?" Brock practically dove off the same side of the bed, softly landing on Reba. She only laughed.
"Reba, did you hit your head? Do I need to take you to the doctor?" She loved how he was panicking over something so small as falling off the bed. She lightly placed a finger on his mouth, shutting off all further questions.
"I'm fine, Honey. I just fell off the bed. It's your fault, you know." Reba wrapped her arms around his neck, still laying under Brock on the floor.
"How? What did I do?" He looked completely confused. She giggled again before giving him a sweet kiss.
"You tickled me." Brock thought for a moment. It finally hit him.
"Oh, really, and that caused you to fall off the bed?" She shook her head with a wide smile. He lowered his head to kiss her. He'd take the blame, if it meant she'd smile and laugh.
"Alright, I'll take the credit." Her smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of confusion. He laughed before smothering her with kisses. Reba realized they hadn't actually talked, yet, about becoming a couple again, but did they really need to? They loved each other, and the kids knew. The way they left the bar, she'd be surprised if they didn't think something had happened. She looked at Brock when he stopped with the kisses.
"Something bothering you, Reba?" He did know her best. No one ever knew what she was feeling or could read her thoughts so well. She shook her head with a small smile. "Nope, not anymore. I love you." Brock stared at her in complete shock. She said it. She loved him, and no longer wanted to hide it. He smiled from ear to ear before picking Reba up. He gently layed her on the bed, ready to show her what he felt. Reba was ready for this. She was finally giving into her heart's wants and demands. Reba met Brock half way as they leaned in for a passionate kiss. This was her happily ever after.
AN: well, that's the end. what ya'll think? HeeHee