Disclaimer: Don't own Reba (or Brock for that matter)


Reba was inside the out one day when she looked outside and saw her ex husband sitting on the porch outside.

"Oh for heaven sakes," she said and walked outside.

"Hey Reba"

"Brock what are you doing here?"

"Sitting?"

"You can do that in your own house"

Reba took note that tears were felling her ex-husband's eyes.

"I missed you and the kids this weekend"

Reba sighed when he said that.

"You didn't miss so much," she told him, "Jake had the flu, Cheyenne and Van did nothing but fight all weekend and Kyra, well if I saw her for three minutes I was lucky"

Seeing him smile for the first time, Reba smiled with him then got serious.

"I'm sorry I was so harsh with you the last time we spoke," she said, "but you didn't get the kids home till 3 o'clock in the morning and I was worried sick"

"I know"

"You have to be more careful. After all, you just had to make a phone call saying you were going to be late"

"I thought you might get upset"

"Brock," Reba whispered, "I know I haven't told you this in a long time but… I love you"

"You do?"

"Of course. I know that we've had some problems and stuff before but I wouldn't change a thing"

"Really?"

"Really"

"So, can you forgive me for what I did?"

Reba sighed.

"I can't say I'm happy that you did it. You were irresponsible dog blame it you didn't think. I was picturing ya'll dead on the street. But yes Brock I forgive you and I love you. Just don't be a monkey's butt again"