Reba What If

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This came from my fanfiction account. It's an old story that I'm trying to revive.

From upstairs, Brock Hart could smell breakfast cooking. He smiled as he headed downstairs because he wanted to spend another morning with his wife. Brock walked down into the kitchen where his wife Reba was making breakfast while Cheyenne, Kyra, and Jake were eating. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"How's my Reba?" Brock asked and brushed her hair with his lips. He gently nudged the hair away from her ear and whispered something to her.

"Pretty good... Hey this is the kitchen. Stop it."

"Ew," Cheyenne said as she took her plate over to the sink, "we're trying to eat here." She looked over at her dad and sighed, "I think it is Kyra's week to do laundry." Kyra gave Cheyenne a disgusted look.

"No, Jake is 12, it's about time he learned how to do the laundry." Jake just looked at Kyra.

"Hey, dad's pants, dad's responsibility." Jake responded.

"Right there brother." Kyra high fived Jake and he smiled.

"I think your dad is big enough to do his own laundry." Reba responded, 'but this is not something for you to discuss anyway." Cheyenne ushered Jake and Kyra out of the room, and Reba turned to Brock.

"This is why I like to be careful for what we do when. Not in front of the kids Brock Enroll Hart." Reba said with a smile.

"Why not Reba Nell Hart?" Brock asked in a teasing way.

"Because they weren't around when it happened the first time, and I don't want them to be around this time."

"Okay." Reba kissed him and then there was a knock at the door. He sighed as he broke off the kiss, but Brock walked away from Reba and answered the door. Brock's dental hygienist, Barbara Jean Booker, was standing at the door. She pushed up her glasses.

"Hi Dr. Hart, Mrs. Hart." Barbara Jean said shyly.

"Hello Barbara Jean. What's going on with you?" Reba asked her.

"I wanted to invite you guys to my wedding."

"Who's the lucky groom?" Brock asked.

"Eugene Fisher. He works in our building, Dr. Hart."

"I remember him. He's a good man. I know that you will be good together." Brock said.

"Well here's your invitation." Barbara Jean handed it to Reba and smiled.

"Thank you Barbara Jean."

"You are very welcome, Mrs. Hart. Now I am going to go home and call the wedding coordinator."

"See you later, honey." Reba said. Barbara Jean walked through the back door. Brock walked over to Reba and laughed.

"That poor man. Poor Barbara Jean. I don't know who to feel sorrier for." Brock says as he wrapped his arms around Reba and kissed her.