"Yep," Reba replied and started humming. She was totally oblivious to the tone in Cheyenne's voice.
"Oh…I see." Cheyenne said slamming her glass onto the table.
Reba turned around from the island and headed to the table. She pulled out a chair and sat down with a sigh. "Okay, what is it Cheyenne? I thought you said you were fine with this."
"Well I thought I was but I just can't help it! I mean it's just so soon after dad and Barbra Jean separated and I mean you were so sad when dad left you! You were finally just getting happy again and what if it doesn't work out? I don't want to see you all depressed again."
"First of all your father and Barbra Jean are divorced, secondly, I AM happy now. Really happy! Your father and I have both changed. I believe that if we will be able to talk and work out any of our problems. Honey, I love your father but if you aren't comfortable with this I guess I can tell him that I can't be with him."
"Thank you mom, I really appreciate that." Cheyenne smiled and grabbed her mom's hand.
Reba gave a smile back in response and turned her attention to Elizabeth.
"Hey little one are you excited for school to be starting again right away?"
"Yeah! I get to see all my friends again!"
Reba got up from the table and kissed her granddaughter on the top of the head before grabbing the phone.
She started to punch in Brock's number when Cheyenne started talking again.
"Mom wait, don't call dad."
"Cheyenne I have to let him know,"
"No mom, maybe I was wrong. You have seemed pretty happy since you two have been back together. I'm just scared of you getting hurt again but if this is what you want then go for it. I can't stand in the way."
"Cheyenne if you are not comfortable with this then I will tell him that." She said, her finger hovering over the 'talk' button.
"No mom, I'm sorry. This could be a really good thing for both of you. I'll just have to accept it."
"Are you sure dear?"
Reba pushed end and hung the phone back up. Happy that Cheyenne had changed her mind she decided to go upstairs and clean up.
She made her way to her washroom and ran herself a bubble bath. While she sank into her tub she let the events of the past day float through her mind. Images of her and Brock flashed through her mind, one right after another. The night at the condo, dancing in the kitchen, how he carried her shoes home and gave his shoes to her to wear. He was so sweet. Reba couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy.
After she crawled out of the tub she threw on some jeans and a long sleeve shirt and made her way back downstairs. As soon as she sat on the couch Elizabeth came and snuggled up to her. Reba stroked her hair as they watched some T.V.
Cheyenne and Van had still been looking at houses, trying to find the perfect one. This means when Cheyenne isn't at work or playing with Lizzy, she was going through flyers and the newspaper looking for a house. Reba knew that she would miss her little granddaughter terribly when they moved, but it would be nice not to be feeding those three mouths and have to put up with Cheyenne changing her mind. She was giving Reba whiplash from changing her mind so much.
Elizabeth got up from the couch and skipped to the kitchen to get herself a drink. Reba took this as her cue to get up and start going through the paperwork she needed to get done. With a sigh she pulled herself from the couch and made her way to the little room where she stored all her files.
It seemed like she had been working on the papers for hours when Brock came walking through the door. He walked up behind her and started massaging her shoulders. Reba leaned back with a sigh, happy Brock came by and she could take a break.
"Honey, you're really tense."
Reba chuckled before responding. "Yeah the bills tend to do that to me."
"Ahh, good ol' bills."
"I'm never going to get all these paid! There are just too many! I don't have enough money for this and feeding everybody and making sure they all have the things they need!" Reba said exasperated.
"Dear do you need to help you out? I can pitch in a little bit."
"No Brock I couldn't do that. I'll figure something out."
"Are you sure? It's no problem to me."
Cheyenne who was sitting at the island with her head in the newspaper looked up. "Dad didn't you just buy-"
She was cut off by her father holding a finger to his lips. "Shh Cheyenne,"
Reba looked at him with a quizzical expression. "What did you just buy?"
"Nothing…" He said looking away from her.
"That's great Brock keeping things from me already!" She said pushing herself away from the table and turning to head to the living room.
"No honey, it's a surprise. You will find out soon enough."
"Brock, I hate surprised. You know that." She said continuing to the living room.
Brock quickly caught up to her and grabbed her arm spinning her to face him. She wouldn't meet his eyes. Brock cradled her face in his hands and spoke softly. "Just trust me darling. You will love this surprise; we just have to wait until you have a few days off before I can show you it."
She slowly brought her eyes to his. He had sparked her interest. "Why do we have to wait?" she said trying not to let him see how curious she was.
"Because it's a ways away from here, but trust me you will love it."
"Okay," she said as her mouth betrayed her and a small smiled appeared on her lips.
"So… are you free next weekend?"
"I am," she smiled up at him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Great. I'll take you to the surprise then."
"Sounds good." She said leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"I should probably get back to the condo though. I think Henry is calling tonight."
"Alright. Tell him I say hi, and call me afterward."
"Of course dear," He said pulling her close and giving her a kiss before heading out the door.
Later that night after he had called Reba, Brock lay in bed thinking about the next weekend. He had to make sure everything was perfect. He would head up before the weekend to set up.
He could feel the butterflies dancing in his stomach. He wasn't usually nervous but he actually felt terrified for this weekend. He had to make sure it went without any problems. Hopefully Reba would be happy with his surprise.
He turned the little white box with its blue ribbon over in his hands before turning over and putting it in the drawer of his bedside stand. He shut out the lights and drifted into sleep.