"It's okay," said Reba. "Take your time." She patted Henry on the shoulder.
Henry had no idea what to do. If he told Reba the truth, it could rip Jake's family apart, as if it weren't already getting that way. But if he didn't tell the truth and Jake found out the hard way, it could be even worse, since Barbra Jean was his mother. Jake may never trust him again, and Henry couldn't lose him.
"I-I don't... know..." Henry finally choked out.
Reba stared at him. He wasn't a very convincing boy.
What was she doing? She was asking her son's boyfriend if his father had gone to be with his boyfriend's mother. How could she do that? It could wreck everything. What Jake and Henry had was obviously special, and it was turning into something really serious. Plus, she was the mother, the adult figure here. She couldn't drag a teenage boy into the mess. She would just have to figure it out on her own.
She smiled. "It's okay, Henry. Thank you for trying."
Henry sighed with relief that she wasn't going to make him answer her. "You're welcome, Mrs. Hart?"
Reba grinned. "Go on up with Jake. I need to think some stuff over." She ruffled his hair.
Henry shot up and darted upstairs.
Reba gritted her teeth. "MRS. Hart! That will change veryyyyyyy soon." She stood up, fists clenched, and stomped into the kitchen.
Barbra Jean and Brock sat on the couch. BJ tickled his nose. "You are so cute, you know that?"
Brock smiled. "No, you're cuter."
"No, you are."
"No, you are."
"No, you are."
And suddenly it was a hot makeout session.
Reba grabbed her car keys. "This is just... ugh!" She snatched her purse up from the kitchen counter and stormed over to the door, slamming it shut on her way out.
BJ pushed Brock back onto the couch and took her shirt off. She leaned back down and their lips met again. Brock giggled. BJ leaned away and looked in his eyes. "I'm so excited..." she said softly. "I can't wait until we're married."
Brock nodded nervously. He really didn't want to think about that right now. "Uh... yeah, me neither." He chuckled.
BJ smiled and they started kissing again.
Reba got in her car and furiously turned the ignition. She was going to get to the bottom of this right now. She slammed her foot down on the gas and left the driveway, headed to the Booker household.
Barbra Jean stood up; her pants were off now. She laughed and reached out her hand for Brock to grab. He grabbed it, and she slowly, sensually led him toward the upstairs.
Reba's teeth stayed gritted all the way down the street. She had never been so mad in her life. You could take away everything, but you couldn't take the man who promised eternity with her. And he wasn't going to get away to go play doctor with some big blonde tooth tart.
Suddenly, she slammed down on the brakes as she remembered something very vital to what she was doing.
She had no clue where the Bookers lived.
Reba rolled her eyes. "Well, duh." She felt like an idiot now. Sighing in annoyance, she turned the car around and headed home.
A/N: I'm really sorry it took me so long to update! I've been busy with school and friendships and relationships and just omg. I'm gonna try to update more! Later! 3