Chapter 23: If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right
Time: Fall 2008
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Previously- "Just stay on your side of the bed and I'll stay on mine."
"Okay, but I'm not responsible for what happens if you don't stay on your side of the bed."
"Ha, ha, Brock, very funny. Just go to sleep." She turned her back to Brock, so Brock wouldn't see her smile at his remark."
Brock was lying down in silence beside her, staring at her. He spent a restless night beside her. He was pleasantly surprised when Reba turned in her sleep, wrapping her arm around him. She put her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, nuzzling his cheek against her hair.
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Reba knocked on the basement door and walked down tentatively. Brock was sitting in his chair, reading the paper.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi. What brings you downstairs?" he asked.
"I needed to talk to you. It's important. It's about Kyra."
Brock put his newspaper down and looked at her. "Go ahead. You've got my full attention."
"I want to talk about Kyra's show tonight. We're gonna have to work on being civil. She doesn't need us to fight in front of her tonight. I don't want to embarrass her."
Brock looked offended. "Do you really think that I'd do that? I want a relationship with her. I don't want to alienate her. I've obviously alienated enough people in this house so far."
"I think that you've got a chance to work on relationships with everyone in this house. That is, if you want to." Reba raised her eyebrows at him.
"I think that you and I are just gonna have to get along tonight for the sake of our daughter, period." Brock folded his arms in front of him.
Reba sighed. "Well, I'm glad that we're on the same page about that. Cheyenne told me that Kyra is really excited about you hearing her sing tonight. It means a lot to her. Music is important to her. It's a good sign that she wants to share that with you."
"Our lives have certainly changed a lot over the past few months."
She nodded. "Yeah, it's been unexpected. I'm willing to work on things. How about we talk later tonight and sort some things out?"
"I'd like that. I'll see you later then."
"Sure. I'm just gonna go..." she stopped and turned around to walk upstairs. She didn't want to say too much right now.
After she was gone, he looked at the empty space where she stood before. "What I wanted to say to you was I love you always, and I always have, and I always will." His eyes filled with tears. Emotion was heavy in his voice. His mind ran over ideas in wooing his wife.
Later that evening, Reba walked down the stairs, dressed up to attend Kyra's show. Brock stood in the living room.
His eyes gazed over her. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you. I think that it would mean a lot to our daughter if we showed up together. How about I drive us there? Shall we?" He offered her his arm.
Reba smiled, linking arms with him. They walked out of the house that way with Maggie, Elizabeth, and Cheyenne watching from upstairs.
When they arrived at the club, Brock took her hand. They walked in, holding hands to Kyra's delight. Reba didn't pull her hand away. Barbra Jean walked into the club on Jack's arm. Reba flinched, turning her gaze to Brock.
Brock put a finger under her chin and pulled her eyes towards his. "Hey, don't you worry about a thing. That guy is nuts. Anyone would be for letting you get away."
Reba pulled away from him. "Thanks. I have to go powder my nose." She headed towards the ladies' room.
Barbra Jean rushed over to Brock. "Is this exciting?"
"Yeah, I can't wait to hear Kyra sing," he replied.
"No, not that. You're out with Reba and things look like they're going well." She grinned at him.
He gestured with his hand. "It's on and off. I hope that things turn out better as the night continues."
"So, you're out with the good doctor in public? Interesting. I have a feeling that this will work out for me. Why not, since I am here with Reba and Reba's boyfriend is here with you."
"Reba is here with her husband and that's all that matters, right? You better be civil to my date." Barbra Jean had her hands on her hips.
"Easy there. He's no longer dating my wife. I'll smile and shake the man's hand. I promise." Brock was grinning like a fool. "I'm giddy with excitement. I see good things in my future."
"Just so you know, I worked with Cheyenne. There is a beautiful dinner for two being set up at your house as we speak. I cooked and she's keeping it warm in the oven. Feel free to say thank you."
"Thank you, Barbra Jean. You've been very helpful to me. I appreciate it. I don't think I would've made this far with help from you and the kids."
"I just want to see you and Reba happy together."
"I need things to go perfectly. I want to knock her socks off."
Barbra Jean put her hand on his shoulder. "It will as long as you remember how things are supposed to go. You're supposed to be romantic, the perfect guy. Think about what you say before you say it and remember not to be so intense with her."
Jack Morgan walked up to the pair. "Do I have any reason to worry about you two?"
"Cute, Morgan, really cute. Everything is good here. She's been telling me about helping Cheyenne with a problem," Brock explained.
"You mean like the dinner we spent most of the afternoon cooking? Yeah, I know about that. I've cooked for Reba before. I know what she likes. Don't worry. I'm not standing in your way. No matter what Reba says, it means something if she's gone to bed with you. That's not something to be taken lightly for her. She doesn't do that easily. You're the only one. I can admit defeat gracefully. I just want her to be happy," Jack responded.
"Then we're on the same page because that's all I want," Brock declared.
"We'd better scatter. Reba can smell conspiracy a mile away. She doesn't like it when I interfere," Barbra Jean interjected.
Barbra Jean excused herself to go to the bathroom. She found it hard to ignore the effect of pregnancy on her bladder. Jack went to the bar to get a drink. Brock stood in the same spot, waiting on his wife.
Reba walked up to the bar to order a couple of drinks for her and Brock when she found herself face-to-face with Dr. Hunky himself. "Hi. What are you doing here?"
"Kyra invited Barbra Jean and Barbra Jean invited me. So, here we are. I see that you came here with Brock. How is that going?" he responded.
Reba shrugged. "It is what it is. I take things day by day. Brock and I are here to support our daughter."
"And yet, you had sex with the guy. That's not something you do casually."
"Don't shrink me. I know that I played a part in how our relationship ended."
Jack tilted her chin up. "It's okay. He's your husband. He's been through h—l. It's normal for you to welcome him back and try again.
"That's very gracious of you, Jack. I wish you the best with Barbra Jean. Excuse me." Reba hurried back to where Brock was standing. She handed him a drink.
"Thanks, honey." He greeted her return with a warm smile. He noticed that Reba's face had fallen. Her eyes had lost their glow. "What's wrong?"
"Barbra Jean is here with Jack as her date. I can't bear to look at them. When I do, I just want to smash their faces in," Reba explained softly.
Brock put his arm around her waist, drawing her close for a brief hug. "Oh, honey, it's okay. I'm here for you. Let's just enjoy the night. We're here for our daughter. Enjoy your drink and the music. Don't think about anything else. Let's raise a toast to new beginnings and starting over." He raised the glass in his free hand.
Reba raised her glass and clinked it with Brock. "I'll drink to that. I'm definitely ready for a new chapter in my life."
Just then, Kyra got on stage. She dedicated a song to her parents. Her band started performing. Brock was amazed by his daughter's talent. Reba beamed as a proud mom. Reba moved closer to the stage to hear Kyra sing. Kyra's talent took her breath away, too. She stood with her hands crossed together against her chest. Brock walked to where Reba was standing, putting his arms around her again. She looked over at him. They shared a smile and she leaned into him.
When Kyra got off stage, they rushed over to congratulate her. Brock swooped in for a big hug for their daughter. Reba praised her. After that, Kyra rushed over to talk to Barbra Jean, who was overwhelmed with excitement and emotion in her usual way. That's when everyone noticed Kyra's ex-boyfriend, Scott, walked over to Kyra. He congratulated her. She instantly kissed him to the shock of her parents. Brock made some noise, clearing his throat.
Kyra broke off the kiss and turned around to see Brock, Reba, and Barbra Jean looked at her with stern parental concern. "Hey, guys. Guess what? Scott and I are dating again."
Brock looked at Kyra, trying to remember that she was now a grown woman, not the eleven year old that he remembered. "You're my little girl. If you're happy, then I'm happy."
Reba watched the exchange and echoed the sentiment. "Same here." She reached over to hug her daughter while Brock shook Scott's hand. When that was over, Barbra Jean moved in to give Kyra one of her bone-crushing hugs.
Brock leaned into to talk to Reba softly. "Let's give our daughter some space. Come on. Let's get back to the house. I've got a surprise for you."
"Does that include that talk we're supposed to have?"
Brock linked arms with hers. "Definitely."
Reba was surprised when they entered the house. The dining room table was set for two. It was decorated with a centerpiece of roses. The atmosphere was set by the candlelight and soft music playing in the background.
"What's all this?" she inquired, gesturing with her hand.
"You said that you wanted to eat and talk. This way, we won't be interrupted," he explained.
Reba rolled her eyes at him. "Sure. Okay, we do have a lot to talk about."
Brock held a chair out for her while Reba sat down skeptically. He went into the kitchen, pulling a ring box out of his pocket. He looked at it for a moment before closing it to put back in suit pocket. He brought the soup to serve and poured Reba a glass of wine before he sat down at the seat facing hers.
Reba put the glass of wine to her lips and sampled a sip. "Interesting choice."
Brock looked into her eyes. "It was the wine we served at our wedding."
"Thank you for arranging this. It's lovely." She flashed him a smile.
Brock swallowed hard. "All of a sudden, I don't know what to say."
"Maybe I should go first."
"No, what I have to say can't wait. I know that I've hurt you in the past. I was foolish and selfish. I know that you never pictured yourself with me in the beginning, but I'm glad that you did. We make each other better."
His speech was interrupted by Cheyenne, who rushed in. "Excuse me; I've got to serve the main course. Otherwise, it'll get cold. Don't worry. I didn't cook." She brought the rest of the food to the table.
"Thank you, honey. I'll take it from here. Goodnight." Brock guided her back towards the stairs.
"Goodnight, honey. Thank you. This looks wonderful. Thank you for going to so much trouble to arrange this."
"It's no trouble at all. Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad. Have fun." Cheyenne waved and rushed back upstairs giggling.
Brock sat back down. "I helped plan some of this, too."
Reba patted his hand reassuringly. "This was sweet. The last time that I sat down to a meal like this was when Jack proposed to me."
Brock spit out some of the wine he was drinking. He coughing and sputtered, unbuttoning his shirt collar for air.
"Are you okay, Brock?"
Brock attempted to brush it off. "I'm fine. Please don't get up. Some of the wine went down the wrong pipe. That's all. So, Jack proposed?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"About a year ago. I said no, and we broke up. We had an on and off thing that happened a lot. Let's get back to where we were before we were interrupted." Reba smiled at him again.
"Let's toast to our talented daughter. She was wonderful on that stage tonight."
Reba clinked glasses with Brock again. "I've always been really proud of her. She's been involved in music for about four years now."
"Or longer, depending how you look at it. I remember when she used to play the clarinet in the school band. She gets her talent from you."
"Thanks. I'm glad that we were both there for Kyra tonight."
"Yeah, I think that our support means more to her than anyone else's. So, what's up with that Scott kid?"
"Kyra started dating him when she was fourteen."
Brock's eyes bugged out.
Reba put her hand over his. "Don't worry. It didn't last long. He's a nice boy and I think that she's more than capable of making the right decision."
"So, she's been hung up on this guy for a long time. That sounds like someone I know."
"Hey! If you're referring to me and Mike, you should know that he's a good guy, too. Everyone makes mistakes. Mike was good to me."
"Oh yeah, he's a prince. That's why you ended up crying in my arms and we ended up making love in your barn."
"Like you're some kind of saint. You stole your best friend's girl. You're not much better."
"You're right. After everything I did to win your heart, I carelessly threw it away like a fool. I just forgot that for a while and I'm sorry. Despite everything, I think that it's important to the kids to see us together."
"The kids do look happy. I think that they're surprised that we haven't already started hurling insults at each other."
"Or attacking each other. Although, there is a much better way to attack each other."
Reba laughed, and then changed the subject. "It's cute how nervous you were tonight. I had to hold your hand to calm you down."
He flashed her a smile. "You're the only person in the world who could ever calm me down."
"Like old times."
"They don't need to be old times."
"Brock, hold on. This has been so great-."
"I've been trying to figure out a way to say this. I don't have to. We both know what's going on here."
"What?" she asked softly.
"We belong together. We should get back together."
"Don't say things like that, okay?" Reba responded nervously, getting up from the table.
Brock followed her. "Why not? We'd already be back together, if the Bookers hadn't interfered. We were happy before I was taken. I know I screwed before-"
"That's for sure."
"You're here, and you're here with me because we are connected. I'm not just talking about our children, even though we have four amazing children together. I know that you've felt that connection ever since that first night together in the barn. Who would've thought that we'd grow up and have something so special in our lives? Cheyenne was just the beginning. Look at Maggie."
"We are not those people anymore."
"Maggie and Kyra look just like you."
"Would you stop?"
"You want me to stop talking?"
"Yes, please stop talking."
He swooped in and kissed her before she could say anything else. At first, she clung to him desperately, wrapping her arms around him.
She ended up letting go of him and pushed him away. "You shouldn't have done that." Her voice was raw with emotion.
"Why not, honey? Okay, I'm sorry." He thought for a moment before he continued. "You know what? I'm not sorry. Please, honey, please. Let's talk about this some more." He put his hands on her waist.
Reba had her hands on the sides of her face. Tears dripped down her cheeks. "We're not together. I just broke up with another man. I'm just getting over that."
"I wanted this to be like old times. I wanted this to be perfect for you."
"I appreciate that, but the timing is off."
"That's what you said to me after we woke up the next morning in the barn."
"We've had a lot of old times, Brock. Most of them are bad. We hurt each other very badly."
"You're the only person that I feel okay with."
"You're making more into all of this."
"You care about me, even though you say that you don't. You keep talking about bad times. All I remember are good times, fifteen years of good times."
"What? What is it? Did you know that you're the only right thing that I've done in my life."
"I can't stand it when you're being this sentimental."
"Well, that's too bad because I'm gonna keep going." Brock got down on one knee. He pulled out the ring box from his pocket.
"What...What are you doing?"
"I should have done this a long time ago. I spent all those years locked away from you." He sighed. "Reba, I love you. Marry me again." He opened the box and showed her the ring. "It's a new ring to symbolize a new beginning, a new commitment to each other. I don't want to be separated or divorced from you. I want to share my life with you."
Reba took in huge gulps of air and combed her fingers through her hair. "Oh, Brock, get up. Oh my Lord!" She walked past him.
He stood up. "You're right. This is a little rushed. I know that you just broke up with someone else, but we're legally married. I want us to be married for real. Please put me out of all of my misery. Please say yes.
Reba shook her head. "I can't."
Brock took a hold of her hands in his. "I can do better. I'll take you someplace really romantic, maybe Hawaii again. I should've asked you to marry me in Hawaii because that's where we reconciled and created our baby."
"You can take me anywhere, but the answer is still gonna be the same."
"We need a fresh start. Do you wanna move? We can pick up and move somewhere without all the bad memories."
"I can't do that. Our lives are here. I just don't know about a fresh start, especially if you want us to leave our home."
"With Jack out of the picture, there's nothing in our way."
"I can't commit to you while I still have feelings for Jack."
"That's easy enough for you to get over. He's gotten over you. He's with Barbra Jean now."
"We were together for two years. That's not something to just get over, even if he's with Barbra Jean. I certainly didn't just get over you when you were with Barbra Jean."
"I never got over you either. Doesn't that say something? We love each other. I'm the guy that you should be marrying."
"I thought that you understood. You seemed to at the bar. I thought that you understood where my feelings were right now. I know that this is hard. I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were planning this. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I'm the one. I'm the father of your four children. I'm the guy you fell in love with all those years ago. I know that you only married me because you were pregnant and scared..."
"Hey! I cannot believe that you're bringing that up."
"But I think that we built something from that. I would live and die for you, Reba."
"Stop being so dramatic."
"I've wanted you back for months. I want you back, Reba. I believed that you wanted to reconnect. You've gone along with everything so far, all the touching and this dinner. You let me kiss you."
"Wait a second. I didn't let you do anything. You kissed me. I didn't kiss you and I didn't ask for it."
"You kissed me back."
"Oh, please. That was just a reflex."
"We kissed because you love me, because you really do want to be married to me."
"You love me. Just say it, Reba. Go ahead. Even better, I dare you to say that you don't love me. Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me."
"Now, we're getting somewhere. Say it, Reba. Just three little words."
"Fine! I love you. And I did feel something when we kissed and we will always be a part of each other because of our wonderful kids, okay?"
"We do have four wonderful children, but there's more to us than that and you know it."
"I know that, too. You're under my skin. You always have been. You're in my head. You're in my heart."
"Great. Then we have no problem."
"But there is a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"I can't be with you like this, Brock."
"Okay, why not?"
"Because we do and say things to hurt each other. We fight constantly. Even now, we've been fighting so much that Maggie almost ran away. We fight over stupid things like the toaster and whose car fits in the garage."
"How about I make a cubby for the toaster. We can put it on a rack and pull it out when we need it and push it back in when we're done. Or, I can buy one of those toaster covers. That way I won't get burned when I put the toaster back after we've used it. And you can have the garage. I don't need to park my car in the garage. See we've fixed that."
"When we fight, it hurts. It damages me emotionally because you know how to push my buttons. When you left, it shattered me. I can't go through that again. I've gone through it three times now. I can't take a chance like that again. I've gone through too many relationships that have ended the same way."
"I'll admit the first time was my fault. The second time you know that I was taken against my will. The third time was Alex, not me. I understand that you had our baby and you thought that I betrayed you again, but that wasn't me. Honey, I'm here, fighting for us."
"Can you guarantee that you'll never hurt me again?"
"I can't do that because life doesn't come with guarantees, Reba. You didn't ask for a guarantee the first time around. You had faith in me. We built a life together with our children. That's what I want. I want us to have faith in each other. No one is perfect, not you and not me. All we have is faith that we can help each other to be better people together."
"Where does that leave us?"
"How about we take the chance to find out who we really are?"
"I won't survive another fallout. You've been searching since your midlife crisis."
"It doesn't have to be alone. That's not what I'm searching for now. I always thought that we'd end up together, even when things were at their worst." Tears fell down his cheeks. He covered his face in his hands, trying to regain his composure.
Reba started crying, too. "I believed that, too. I loved you so much, Brock. You left me for another woman. Do you think that was easy for me? When you came back, I was willing to overlook anything that ever happened between us."
"Why can't you do that now? I don't understand."
"It's been eight years, Brock. And I've been through nine horrific years. Once things like this have been done to you too many times, it's hard to just get over it and erase it. It may have started with you, but it didn't end with you. And if I let you in and you hurt me, it might just kill me. Look at Jack. How can he say that he loved me and turn to Barbra Jean so easily? Just like you and Alex. I'm reliving everything I went through before. It's not easy. I realized that at the club tonight. I really thought that you understood where I was coming from. I should go."
"Go? Where are you going? Let's talk about this."
"I'm tired, Brock. I don't want to fight about this anymore. I've been more than clear about my feelings and what I need. I need you to respect that."
"But you love me?"
"Yes, Brock, I love you. But right now, this is the only choice that I can make. Goodnight."
"Wait!" He put his hand on her arm to stop her from leaving. His lips captured hers hungrily with desperation. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "When you go to bed tonight, I don't want you to think about tears and fighting. I want you to think about that kiss. I love you, Reba."
Reba sighed. "Goodnight, Brock."
"Just wait a second. You haven't had dinner yet. Just take a plate of food up to your room with you. You can eat a little bit before you go to bed. You don't look well."
"I'm not. My blood pressure is really rising."
He scooped her up into his arms and began to walk up the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't have you passing out and falling down the stairs. Once you're safely in your room, I'll bring you a plate of food. Then you can go to sleep after that. I'll always be here for you, honey, even when you push me away."
Reba yawned and gave up on arguing with him. Brock tucked her into bed, brought her a plate of food, and turned on the TV so she could relax before going to sleep. As he'd hoped, that last kiss was the last thing that she thought of before she went to sleep.
To be continued...
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