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A/N: I don't know what made me write this. I don't know what season I'd put it in either. I'm new at this Reba writing thing. I'm her biggest fan (you really have no idea.) , and a huge fan of the show, and this just shouldn't have come out of my brain... Oh well, It did. I hope you like it! And by the way, I unfortunately do not own anything.

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

"Brock? What are you doing here?"

A knock at the door had startled the redheaded Reba enough to come down in her pj's to see what was going on.

"She kicked me out. I think this time it's for good. And I don't have my condo anymore because I let you sell it."

"Find a hotel." Reba sassed.

Door Closed.

Door Opened.

"Alright. Come in." Reba let him pass. "I guess I don't have to show you the couch do I?" Reba drew back as Brock gave her a thank you kiss on the cheek. "Yuck." She muttered. Brock laughed softly and sat on the couch.

"Night, Reba."

"G'night." Reba looked around then went back upstairs to bed.

The kids about had a cow when they heard the whole situation, expecially the fact that their father would be staying until he found an apartment.

The children went off to school, work, wherever they went. Reba couldn't keep track anymore. Their absence left Brock and Reba alone, Reba had never cursed a day off until her and Brock had one on the same day.

"Go to the golf course or something, you're driving me crazy!" Reba said to the man sitting across from her at the counter. He was eating cereal and slurping the milk.

"It's Ladies day."

"Crap" Reba put away the pan she was holding. And exited into the living room.

Lunch rolled around and the Ex-Couple hadn't killed each other. Yet.

"You want somethin' for lunch?"

"Aw, Reba. You don't have to make me something. I can make my own grilled cheese."

"Uh-uh you're not touching my stove. I'll make us some, besides, It sounds good." Reba said, walking to the kitchen.

"Why did I ever leave her?" Brock asked himself aloud. "Oh yea."

"Grilled cheese is done." Reba came in with two plates.

Reba was being nice.

She assessed the two plates and handed Brock a thoroughly burnt sandwich.

"Here."

Not too nice.

Brock smiled sarcastically.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome." Reba grinned, proud of herself, and sat next to her ex-husband on the couch.

Oh how he loved her smile.

She used to smile at him all the time. She had so many smiles. Sarcastic, sympathetic, nice, flirty, and Brock's favorite, the one of pure happiness. He used to get the last couple of smiles a lot. Not anymore.

Reba really hadn't been truly happy much lately. She was lonely, so lonely. She woke up lonely and went to bed lonely. That was the worst part, the empty bed. Just having someone to wake up next to, to say hello to in the morning. She didn't have that anymore.

"Reba," Brock started. "Thanks for taking me in, I really needed your help."

"You always need my help you moron!" Reba laughed.

"You know what I mean."

"Mom! We're hom..." Cheyenne stopped at the sight of her parents laughing together on the couch. "Oh. Well you guys are getting along, I see." She said.

"Unfortunately." Reba muttered.

"Hey!" Brock protested, looking at her.

"What? I didn't say anything." Reba shrugged innocently.

"Sure..."

"Van." Cheyenne whispered, going into the kitchen.

"Huh?" He said, looking up from the sandwich he had just taken a bite of with his mouth full.

"My dad, is in there, flirting with my mother, and she's too naive to notice it!"

"Really. Mr. Hottt is on the prowl!" Van bobbed his head back and forth.

"Ew! Van!" She slapped him, causing him to stop. "That's disgusting!"

"It's true, though. You know, now that he's living here."

"Van!"

"Bow chica..."

"Stop!"

"What are you too fighting about?" Kyra asked as she entered through the back door.

"Nothing."

"Yea, we weren't even fighting." Cheyenne defended.

"Van, I told you once before, if you want to borrow my old ballet tutu, just ask." Kyra teased.

"For Elizabeth!"

"Right."

"Borrow this. Shut up Kyra!" Cheyenne piped in.

"I'm going in the living room." Kyra started out.

"No!" Van whispered.

"Oh let her go. It's not like they're making out in there."

"Who?" Reba was on the other side of the kitchen 'Window'

"The people on TV."

"Van, the TV isn't on." Reba argued.

"Exactly, so how can they be making out if they aren't there." Van protested.

"Okay..." Reba said.