Reba had been for the past ten minutes removing the dishes from the dish washer that she had ask Cheyenne to do. She should have known better than to ask her. She should have known Cheyenne wouldn't have done it. She took the last big stack of plates and with a little struggle she put the plates into their rightful place. She didn't hear the back door open. She practically jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Brock standing behind her. "Don't do that! What if I had a big stack of plates in my hands?"
He smiled. "Well, you didn't, from what I could see."
Reba rolled her eyes. "Is there something you need?" she asked shutting the dishwasher door.
"Yeah there is..." He trailed off and Reba turned to him again.
She looked a little frustrated. "What is it Brock? What do you want?"
"You." he mumbled.
She eyes went wide. She wasn't sure if she heard right. "What did you just say?"
He lifted his head and smiled. "I said you. Reba I came over here to tell you I still love you."
Reba was shocked, excited, and confused all at the same time. "What...Brock you can't just..."
He stepped closer to her and Reba stepped back only to be stopped by the counter. This wasn't good. "Reba, since Barbara Jean and I filed for divorce I can't stop thinking about you. I love you Reba. I tried to make it work with BJ but I just couldn't because I knew, we both knew that I still love you."
Reba was getting angry. "Wait...you can't just..."
He cut her off by bringing her into a passionate kiss. Reba couldn't do anything but respond. She had been hoping for something like this for a while now. He pressed his body close to her and she could feel his whole outline. Her hands went up his back and around his shoulders. She couldn't help but noticed how much working out was well, working for him. She could feel his muscles through his shirt and she liked that. Reba took notice of his hands roaming around her body. She moaned in pleasure as his hands went under her blouse. Breaking apart a moment, their breathing was heavy and right now Reba was happy everyone was out of the house. Brock smiled a picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Bringing her back into a heated kiss he carried her to livingroom stopping and pressing Reba up against the wall. He stopped kissing her and she gave a frustrated moan. "I don't think I can make it to the bedroom Reba." he said in a deep tone.
"Couch." she managed to get out as she brought him back into a kiss. He began to carry her again and then stopped only to lay her on the couch. He brought himself on top of her and began to unbotton her blouse. Slowly exploring each part of her, not wanting to miss a moment of this by rushing anything. Reba, however was getting frustrated and practically ripped off his shirt. Buttons flew and Brock was a little shocked at her aggressiveness. Hell, Reba was shocked at her actions. She was going for his pants when...
Reba shot up from her bed. What the hell was that? She hadn't had a dream like that in a long time. Even when she was married to Brock she never dreamed about them. She didn't need to. She calmed herself down and tried to go back to sleep.
The next morning Reba was yawning all through breakfast and kept trying to keep herself awake. After she awoke from her dream she had a hard time getting back to sleep. Everytime she would close her eyes she would see them together. She shuddered to herself at the thought. It was her daughter that brought her out of her little daydream.
"Mom, you ok?"
Reba nodded. "Just tired honey. Didn't sleep very well last night."
"How come?" she asked sitting next to her at the table.
Reba shook her head. "You don't wanna know."
Cheyenne smiled. "Now I have to know. It kills me when someone says that I don't wanna know or that I can't know. It just makes me want to know more."
"It was just a dream I had, is all."
"Oh a nightmare." Cheyenne nodded.
Reba snorted a little. "Yeah, you can call it that."
"What other kind of dream could it..." Cheyenne's draw dropped and then she smiled. "Mom. You had a sex dream didn't you."
Reba eyes went wide. "What makes you say that?"
"Because now that I think about it I don't think a regular old nightmare would scare you into not sleeping. You had a sex dream. Who was it about?" Cheyenne leaned closer to her mom with a smile on her face.
Reba laughed. "Cheyenne trust me you don't want to know who."
"Was it the butcher with the lasey eye?"
Reba rolled her eyes. "No."
"Well, who was it." Just then Van walked in through the kitchen. Reba shook her head. She didn't want Van to know. She motioned towards Van and tried to tell Cheyenne she didn't want him to know but Cheyenne took it as the dream was about Van. Cheyenne's mouth gaped open. "Mom! You had a sex dream about Van?"
Van's head snapped up. "Wha...?"
Reba shook her head. "Cheyenne..."
Van chuckled sat down next to Reba. He then scooted his chair over a little. "Now. Mrs. H, I realize how sexy I am but really...I'm your son in law." He said laughing.
Just then Barbara Jean walked in through the back door. "Hey all! What's up?"
Before Reba could stop her Cheyenne blurted out, "Mom had a sex dream about Van."
Barbara Jean shoved Van out of his seat and and stared at Reba. "Spill."
Reba sighed. She knew they weren't going to listen to her. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured another cup of coffee. "It wasn't..."
The backdoor burst open again and Brock walked through it. Reba tensed up when she saw him. She bit her lip as her knees began to grow weak as she remembered how her dream was. How real it felt. "Hey everyone." he said as he sat in Reba's old seat.
Barbara Jean couldn't contain herself. "Reba had a sex dream about Van."
Reba threw her hands up in frustration. She turned to see Brock trying not to laugh. "It's not funny. This is all your fault Cheyenne. You shouldn't haven't mentioned anything."
Cheyenne walked over to the sink and put her cup and plate in there. "Mom, I'm sorry but I do have to ask you something." Reba turned to her and Reba got exactly what she expected from her daughter. "Do I have to worry about you jumping my husbends bones? Can I trust you two at work?" Everyone burst out laughing.
That was it. Reba couldn't take it anymore. "I didn't dream about Van! It was about Brock!" She immediately regretted saying that and her hand flew to her mouth and everyone stopped laughing.
End of Chapter