Meant To Be

The Best Things Are Unexpected

It was a cold winter evening and Reba had just got home from a long and tireing day at work. She had on a black leather jacket to keep her warm but it didn't seem to work that well. So she walked in the front door, hung up her jacket, and went straight to the kitchen for some coffee hoping it would warm her up. Reba had been very stressed out lately but she didn't know why. Maybe it was because of Cheyenne and Van constantly needing help with everything even though they had their own house, or Jake about to start high school or even krya about to start college. Reba had a lot on her mind and just needed to take a nap. So she laid down on the couch and as soon as she laid down, Brock came barging through the door. "Brock, you can't just come barging through my door like that. If you didn't realize it, you dont live here anymore." Reba told him trying to keep calm even though she felt her temper start to grow. "I swear you act like that crazy wife of yours more and more everyday." Reba said. Brock just rolled his eyes. "Why are you here anyway?" She asked him. "I need your help." He said sitting by her on the couch. "Whatever it is, no." She told him standing up off the couch to walk into the kitchen. Brock followed her. "Please reba." Brock said begging her. "Why should I help you?" Reba said. "Because your too nice not to." He said with a half grin. Reba kind of smiled too. She couldn't help it. "Okay fine." She said sitting on one of the barstools. Brock stood on the other side of the counter in front the sink. "So what is it?" She asked. "Will you convince Barbara Jean that I'm not having an affair?" He said kind of scared to hear her reaction. "What?" She said. "Why does she think your having an affair?" Reba looked at Brock straight in his eyes. "I don't know! She never trusts me anymore." Brock told her. "Smart girl." Reba said. Brock gave her a glare. "Brock, for the millionth time, I'm not getting in the middle of your marriage. I have helped you two way too many times before and I'm not gonna do it again. That is something the both of you need to work on TOGETHER. You can't come running to me everytime when you need help." Reba explained to Brock. "But she will not listen to me no matter how many times I tell her." Brock said with a sad look on his face. Reba just looked at him for a few seconds. "Why do you always come to me anyways?" She asked him in a very quiet voice. "Because you always know what to tell me and nobody knows me better than you do reba." He said in the same soft tone reba was speaking in. "Brock, you have Barbara Jean now, you need to talk about this with her. I am done with this conversation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go lay back down on the couch." She got up and began to walk into the living room. But before she could walk another step, Brock rushed behind her and turned her to face him. Reba had no idea what to do. She was completely frozen. They just looked at each other. Eye to eye, face to face. No one said a word. About 20 seconds went by, which felt like an hour, and brock broke the silence between them. "Reba do you really want to know why I always come to you?" Reba knew if she said yes or no, he would still tell her. So she didn't say anything. She just kept looking at him. She acted like it was a rhetorical question and kept quiet. "Because Reba," A couple seconds went by and brock thought about if what he was about to say was a good thing to do or not. But he knew either way that wasn't going to stop him. "...I still love you." Those four words made Reba feel like the whole world just stopped for a few seconds. She was completely shocked that he just said that. What was he thinking? He is a married man! All these things ran through reba's head. "Brock, you still love me?" she said kind of looking down. Brock gently took her chin and lifted her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Who said I ever stopped?" Brock said. Reba had tears starting to form into her blue eyes. "Brock, you can't just walk into my house and tell me you love me! This is crazy!" Reba said starting to get a little frustated. "But Reba, I can't deny something that's true. And I know how much you admire the truth." He said trying to get her to call down. How dare he try to do that. One thing about Brock was he knew every little thing about Reba. How to get her to calm down, how to make her mad, how to make her laugh, EVERYTHING.
Reba was lost for words, she couldn't think of anything else to say except one thing. If they were telling the truth, she might as well go ahead and say it. She walked up to where she was standing before in front of him and grabbed one of his hands and firmly held it. "What if I told you that I still love you too." She said. Did she really just tell her ex-husband that she still loves him too? "I think that would make me feel very happy." Brock said smiling. He was 100 % shocked that she just said she loved him too. Brock took her hand that was holding his and kissed the front of her hand softly. "I will see you tomorrow." Brock said. And with that, he walked out of the kitchen door and was gone. Reba could not even begin to believe what had just happened. She definitely needed to lay down now. She had a long day coming up tomorrow. She had no idea what was going to happen in the future but for now, she just needed to rest.