Reba What If

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"So are we going to Barbara Jean's wedding?" Reba asked. She walked over to him and she rested her hand in the crook of his arm. "We have to go." He looked up at her.

"Are you kidding? We work together, and I can't stand Eugene. I would rather die than go celebrate anything for him. Why did you even hire her for my dental assistant when you left?" Brock asked and rubbed his forehead.

"Well I just didn't want you having someone in the office that would make you look at her luciously, and if I got some big blonde nut, you wouldn't want to be with her and you would come home to me." Reba said to him. He looked down at her and nodded.

"You did very well in that task. I can't believe that even Eugene would want to marry somebody like that. I think he's crazy."

"He loves her Brock! You shouldn't judge him for that."

"But what happens if they move into the house next door that's for sale?" Brock questioned. Reba looked out the window of their back door.

"What if they do, what's it going to do to you?" Reba asked. Brock just gave her a disgusted look.

"It will do everything to me. She is crazy, Reba. You don't see the side of her that I see at work." Brock said shaking his head.

"Sure, Brock, sure." Reba said with a laugh. "Maybe a little bubbly, maybe too much for her own good, but I wouldn't say crazy."

"Well if you don't believe me why don't you come back to work? Jake is big enough that he doesn't need a baby sitter. He especially doesn't need his mother around constantly. If you came into the office you'd see it. Even just for a day."

"I don't know-"  She said and Brock smiled.

"See, it's because you KNOW she's nuts and you don't want to have to deal with it." He kissed her. "Come on, come back and work in the office, just for a little while?" Brock wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"I don't know Brock. I mean working for you again? I don't think I could work for family again." Reba said sliding out of Brock's arms, and walked over to the table. She sat down and sighed. Reba rested her elbows on the table and laid her head on her hands.

"Re-ba. I need you to come back to the office. You will keep me sane." Brock said with a smile.

"I don't think so." Reba said as she stood up and walked back over towards him, "I think you mean that I will help you through the day. I am not going to repeat the bathroom incident from 13 years ago."

"What happened?" Brock asked with a surprised look on his face. Reba picked up the kitchen towel that was hanging on the edge of the stove.

"You remember. Don't play that innocent card with me." Reba said as she smacked Brock across the chest with a towel, and turned around on her heels.

"I don't know what you are talking about. But if you would like to explain it to me over a glass of white wine, and a candle lit setting, I'll be upstairs." Brock said as he runs out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Reba took a bottle of pills off the counter.

"Well I guess my antacids could wait another 5 minutes." Reba sighed, put the bottle back on the shelf and went upstairs, to see Brock already undressed and ready for the next stage.

"Brock, just a minute, what if one of the kids come in?" Reba asked him.

"No problem Reba." Brock said as he jumped up and locked the door, "Come on Reba. Nobody is going to walk in." Brock said gently rubbing his hand down her arm. "I'm not going to force you into anything." She looked at him.

"You think you're forcing me?" Reba asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"I want it and you don't; so it feels like I'm forcing you." Brock stated.

"I'll show you how much you're forcing me." Reba turned around and kisseed Brock on the cheek. "Brock, Jake's bedroom is right next door to ours. Don't scare him." Reba said.

"It's not going to scare him Reba; he's heard all this before." Brock said kissing her shoulder.

"No, I don't know. I'm just worried that one of the kids are going to need something. I mean what would we do if one of them knocked on the door? We can't just ignore them." Reba said with a sigh. Brock sighed because she sighed and finally just sat there.

"If you don't want to right now Reba, we don't have to." Brock said. Reba got that famous beautiful white smile on her face.

"Well, I guess if you are just going to do what I want to do, then I will let you have your way." Reba laid on the bed and Brock laid beside her.

"Do you remember the last time we-?" Brock asked.

"Do you want me to tell you the truth?" Reba asked. sitting up.

"Of course I do." Brock said.

"No, I don't. It's been so long ago. I couldn't tell you the last time. But if you would like to refresh me since I am sure you have it written down, since you say it's so few and far between." Reba said sarcastically. Brock blushed at what Reba said.

"Well." Brock said slowly..

"What well?" Reba asked and then she sighed. "You didn't! I was being sarcastic!"

"I did put it on the calendar but not for that reason. The last time we did was on the anniversary of the first time we did. 23 years ago." Brock sayid.

"Are you being serious? You remember that? I didn't even realize." Reba said with this look of regret on her face. Brock put his arms around her.

"This is why I love you. You care so much about the little things, so that you care even more about the bigger things in our life." Brock said. Just then, Reba blushed.

"You know I don't like flattery." She said.

"You deserve it." Brock said, as he kissed her soft, gentle lips; there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Reba asked trying not to sound out of breath.

"What are you doing in there?" Jake asked from behind the door.

"Nothing Jake, what do you need son?" Brock asked him.

"I'm hungry for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but mom doesn't let me make it by myself." Jake said. Brock sighed as Reba got off the bed, and put on a pair of socks, a sweater, and a pair of jeans.

" I will be back as quickly as I can." Reba said as she kissed his head.

"Okay." Brock said with another sigh.

"For right now, go on into the bathroom." Reba said.

"Why?" Brock asked.

"Because you aren't wearing anything. If you want to explain this to Jake, then you can stay. But if you would rather not, then get in the bathroom!" Reba said and Brock walked over and went into the bathroom. Reba opened the door and followed Jake downstairs to make his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.