Baby, you're all that I want

When you're lyin' here in my arms

I'm findin' it hard to believe

We're in heaven

"Wow." Thayer breathed out, his chiseled chest heaving a bit as he leaned in to kiss Reba's naked shoulder. Smiling as she felt him run his hands up her bare back and then back down to her hips, she giggled in the crook of his neck, before pushing against his chest to elevate herself enough to lock her eyes with his.

"You were pretty 'wow' yourself." She beamed, before resting her damp forehead on his, their lips mere centimeters apart. Her chest continued to rise and fall as she waited for her heavy breathing to level out, while still making no sudden urgency to roll off of Thayer. Instead, she connected their lips once more in a sweet kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair. Moaning into her kiss, Thayer smiled before reluctantly pulling away.

"If you don't stop I'll never be able to leave this heaven." He snickered, enjoying the feel of her body on top of his own.

"Then don't." She said, smiling a bit before attaching her lips to his jaw, leaving a trail of feather like kisses all the way up to his ear, before nestling her nose right below it.

"Reba." He laughed, letting out a small gasp as he felt her slowly guide her bare foot up the inner part of his thigh.

"Even if I did your children will be home at any moment."

"This compromising and all so lovely position still has to come to an end." He continued, grasping her hands in his own so that they could no longer leave feather like touches all along his chest. Smiling at the man she was currently wrapped up in, Reba leaned down to capture his lips once more.

"I know."

"I just wish there was a way we could have some alone time, that lasted longer than three hours." She said with a small pout before rolling to his side and cuddling up beside him.

"I would say to hell with life and whisk you away this weekend but I have a workshop, how about the next?" He questioned, a small grin forming at the thought, as he fiddled with the strands of her red hair, which still lay strewn all over his now bare chest.

"I'd say it's already a done deal." She smiled, leaning up to kiss him one last time before jumping out of bed and heading for a quick shower, leaving quite the enticing view for her boyfriend in the bed she left behind.

"Hey, Ma!" Cheyenne called out from the bottom of the stairs of her childhood home later that afternoon.

"Cheyenne I thought you and Van were stopping by when Kyra and Jake got back from the football game?" Reba said a little breathlessly as she raced down the stairwell to meet her eldest daughter and grandson.

"Krya had an errand and Dad took Jake for ice cream, his team won." She explained quickly, setting the heavy designer diaper bag that was sitting on her shoulder on the ground beside her feet.

"Hey, can you hold Eli for a sec?" She questioned, already in the process of handing off her four-month-old son to her mom, who was now standing at the bottom of the stairwell in front of her.

"Sure." Reba cooed, happily accepting her sleeping grandson, who she immediately cradled in her arms, rocking slightly as she smiled down at the infant. It had been two months since her four month anniversary with Thayer and more importantly her explosive kiss with Brock. Reba had decided that her relationship with Thayer would continue as if nothing had ever happened, seeming to progress quite rapidly. With Brock, however, she had insisted there be no contact between the two, respecting her wishes he stayed away, even trying to work on his own marriage, which only continued to take a turn for the worse, causing him to move back into his old condo while another round of counseling ensued.

"Where's Thayer ?" Cheyenne questioned curiously as she proceeded to bend down and grab her son's diaper bag once again, fishing for his afternoon bottle in the process.

"Oh, you know, around." Reba tried to reply casually as she focused her attention on the sleeping baby in her arms. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as this early afternoon's events played over in her mind. Why was she thinking about that? Could Cheyenne tell she was blushing? Thayer had run off to his own condo near the fire station to do some laundry and housekeeping since it had probably been nearly two weeks since he'd even seen the inside of the place.

"I swear I've never been so enamored with a child before." She stated softly changing the subject, as she continued to rock Eli from side to side.

"You've never been hammered by a baby before?" Van questioned in confusion, his eyes furrowing together, as he entered the living room behind his wife.

"Enamored Van, like, in love," Reba scoffed in explanation, as she took her attention away from the baby boy in her arms to shake her head at his father.

"It's just mom's smart way of saying I'm no longer the light of her life," Cheyenne added, placing her hand on her chest as if to pretend she was offended.

"Geez Ms. H no need to act like you're smarter than us, we already know my son is the light of this family's life." Van continued, causing his wife to glare in slight annoyance, which went completely unnoticed by him.

"Van I never need to act smart when you're around." Reba snorted watching as her son-in-law just shrugged her comment off, oblivious, and walked over in her direction to fetch the baby from her arms.

"You know." Cheyenne sang, a little mischievous grin forming on her face as she watched her husband take their son over by where she was still standing.

"Kyra said that Thayer spent two whole weeks here; consecutively," Cheyenne added with a click of her tongue as she folded her arms, still obviously not done with meddling in her mother's love life.

"And Kyra lied." Reba squeaked with a shrug as she avoided her daughter and Van's questioning stares.

"It was thirteen days, as far as I'm concerned you need fourteen to make two weeks." She added quickly, hoping her daughter wouldn't take the conversation any further.

"Mom!" She exclaimed, moving closer to Reba so that she was nearly in front of her once again.

"Cheyenne!" Reba tried to mock, suddenly remembering why she enjoyed the fact that her eldest daughter had finally decided to move out and into a house of her own.

"You weren't at Jake's game today, isn't that number fourteen?" Cheyenne questioned, insinuating that it wasn't a work related project that had kept her from attending her only son's football game earlier that afternoon.

"Cheyenne they're dating, they're allowed to spend time together, leave Ms. H alone," Van interjected from behind his mother-in-law and wife.

"Thank you, Van." Reba nodded in surprise. It was rare but sometimes Van surprised her and came to her rescue every now and again when her daughter felt the need to meddle in her life.

"Besides if they want to cat around, that's their business." He added, immediately causing Reba to throw her head back and groan.

"And I spoke too soon." She muttered as Cheyenne squealed a bit, jumping up and down while latching on to her mother's arm.

"I knew you weren't that dedicated of a realtor, so was he actually here earlier?" She questioned, her face suddenly as humanly close to Reba's as she could possibly get. Pushing lightly on her daughter's shoulder, Reba distanced herself from Cheyenne.

"All I'm gonna say is, I'm happy."

"Very very happy." She added with a small grin, only making Cheyenne squeal even louder.

"Hey honey, how was Student Council duty?" Reba asked with a small laugh, later that evening, as she watched her middle daughter slump through the front door, sling her bag on the coat rack beside the entryway, and flop down on the love seat in front of her.

"Tell me again God, why me?" She cried aloud, dramatically looking up at the ceiling, causing Reba to giggle before setting her mug of tea down on the coffee table in front of her, her book forgotten about on the cousin beside her.

"That bad?"

"Worse." Kyra snarled, looking over at her mother for the first time since she'd entered the home.

"Well if it's any consolation your lying is still top notch, Cheyenne only knows that you were 'running an errand'," Reba reported, pursing her lips a bit as she crossed her arms, all of her attention on Kyra.

"It's not."

"I wish Mrs. Hodge could have just given me detention like a normal Principle," Kyra grumbled towards her sympathetic mother, who nodded in agreement.

"Luckily I'm not the only one who has to suffer, all council members have to have their parents chaperone the Prom," Kyra confessed quickly, an 'I'm an angel" smile gracing her face as Reba just stared at her in shock.

"Wait what?"

"Well I mean look at it this way mom, you said you wanted me to go to Prom and now you even get to be apart of it!" She continued fake cheering at the end in hopes of keeping her mother from blowing up on her.

"Kyra." Reba gritted, grabbing her head with her hand in frustration.

"Please, mom."

"I can't pass the class if you don't show up." She added, her voice merely above a whisper. Sighing in reluctance, Reba rose from the couch, Kyra mimicking her mother as she too, stood up. Walking over to her daughter, placing a hand on each side of her face, and leaning in to kiss her forehead lightly, Reba sighed again.

"Krama really is a little witch, but I promise I'll be there." She said, causing Kyra to smile back in relief. Pulling away from her daughter she watched as she rounded the couch and slowly walked in the direction of the kitchen.

"When is Prom again?" Reba quickly remembered to ask.

"Next weekend, that won't be a problem will it?" Kyra answered, tugging at the long blue silk sleeves of her blouse. Choking a bit, Reba grimaced lightly. Her weekend with Thayer, spent chaperoning a Prom? Oh, the joy.

"Not at all."

"Don't worry about it." She reassured sincerely, watching as her daughter nodded in content, heading further in the direction of the kitchen before quickly turning back around, having just remembered something.

"Oh and don't worry about breaking the news to Dad, I already told him he'd be forced to chaperone with you, he took it surprisingly well." She added, before finally disappearing around the kitchen corner for good.