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I can't believe this is the last chapter of "Undeniable Chemistry." It seems like it was only yesterday when I uploaded the first chapter. long sigh Lol! Okay, you guys know the drill. Have fun and enjoy the final chapter.
Chapter Ten: Unspoken Fantasy
(Several months later…)
The wedding was beautiful. It was possibly even more beautiful than the last time they got married. Even though Brock and Reba knew they were divorced and would be getting remarried, they saw the ceremony as renewing their vows. In a way they were. They were renewing their love and commitment to each other and their family. It was small wedding, just some close family and friends. Reba didn't want a big wedding. The church was filled with fully blossomed red and pink roses. Cheyenne was Reba's maid of honor and Van was Brock's best man. Kyra and Lori Ann were bridesmaids; Jake and Mike (Terry's brother) were the groomsmen; Henry was the ring bearer and Elizabeth was the flower girl.
The wedding was over now. The flight to Hawaii was too. Brock and Reba decided to bring the kids along for their honeymoon as their first official family vacation as a family again. Kyra decided to share a room with Elizabeth, Jake shared his room with Henry, and Van and Cheyenne had their own room with baby Ethan. They were probably all out in their bathing suits on the beach now, the redhead thought to herself.
"Hey," Brock snapped Reba back to reality as he came up behind her on the balcony, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her neck for a brief moment. "What are you thinking about?"
Reba smiled and leaned into her husband's embrace. "I was just thinking about the kids. They're probably swimming and all having fun by now."
"As soon as we told 'em to scram, I bet they dumped their stuff in their hotel rooms, got their suits on, and ran to the beach like chickens with their heads cut off."
Reba laughed. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking too. I'm sure they're havin' a blast and don't care when they have to come back."
"Well, who says they have to?" Brock asked her with a grin on his face while he led her back into their hotel suite. "Because then I would have you all to myself."
Reba eyed him and tried to hide her blushing. "Brock, the kids have to come back. This is their vacation too."
"I know that, but it's our honeymoon and I want to be with you for every minute of it, sweetheart."
"Every minute, huh? And what do you plan on doing with me for every minute while we're here in Hawaii?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that. I have a whole list of things for us to do."
Reba rolled her eyes playfully. "And how many of those things take place outside of this hotel room?"
Brock grinned at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking about. "That's for me to know and for you to find out."
He let go of her hands, walked across the room and turned on the radio on top of the TV unit. By some stroke of luck, a good song that they both had recognized had come on. It's was Celine Dion's classic love song called "Have You Ever Been in Love." Brock turned around quietly, looked straight at Reba, reached out his hand and said, "May I have this dance, Mrs. Hart?"
Reba gave him a sweet smile, extended her own hand out to grab his and replied back, "You may."
She placed one hand on his shoulder and the other his hand while he put his other free hand on her waist. They slowly danced to the music and listened to the lyrics softly being spoken.
Have you ever been in love
You could touch the moonlight
When your heart is shooting stars
You're holding heaven in your arms
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever walked on air, ever
Felt like you were dreamin'
When you never thought it could
But it really feels that good
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever been in love
You could touch the moonlight
When your heart is shooting stars
You're holding heaven in your arms
Have you ever been in love?
The time I spent waiting for something
That was heaven sent
When you find it don't let go
I know...
Have you ever said a prayer
And found that it was answered
All my hope has been restored
I ain't looking anymore
Have you ever been...
Some place that you ain't leavin'
Somewhere you gonna stay
When you finally found the meanin'
Have you ever felt this way?
The time I spent waiting for something
That was heaven sent
When you find it don't let go
I know...
Have you ever been in love
You could touch the moonlight
You can even reach the stars
Doesn't matter near or far
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever been in love?
So in love
The happily remarried couple got lost in each other's arms and in the music. It was like they were the only people on earth…even if it was just for a brief moment. It wasn't just love, it was magic. Their love, their chemistry, their connection…it could never be tracked by radar or satellite. It could never be cracked by a shooting arrow. And it could never be lost because it was there to stay forever.
As they continued dancing to the music, Brock asked her, "Do you know how lucky I am, Reba? I'm married to the most wonderful woman in the world—."
"—for the second time," she cut in with a grin on her face.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her even closer to him. When the song finally ended, Brock quietly walked over and turned off the radio. He turned back around and saw Reba staring at him. She walked over to him and gave him a gentle kiss, but he quickly took control of the kiss. His lips sought hers with fiery passion, wrapping his arms around her back. Reba was a little surprised by his actions, but matched soon it was just as much desire. Without realizing it, the newlyweds made their way over to the king-size bed. Brock broke the kiss after his legs touched the foot of it, took one look at the silky bedspread and sheets, and lust immediately filled his thoughts.
"Slow, Brock…" Reba said to him breathlessly, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. "I want to take this slow."
He simply nodded, grabbed her shoulders gently, guided her to the bed, and made her sit on it. Once she hit the mattress, Brock kissed her and kissed her. Each kiss got more and more desperate, more and more passionate, more and more filled with desire. Reba ran her fingertips over Brock's chest, he groaned in response, and she slowly undid each button on his Hawaiian t-shirt with a sexy smile on her face. After they were all undone, she took it off with his help and pulled him into another heated kiss. He grabbed the soft material of her blouse with his hands and pulled over her head, breaking the kiss long enough just to do that.
Brock's hands explored her top half of her body for a few moments, memorizing every curve she had. "God, I want you," he said huskily as his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and lust. He quickly unzipped her jeans and undid the button. With Reba's help, the sandy blond slid the jeans off of her body and discarded them with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Brock drank in the appearance of her beauty, the only pieces of clothing she had left on her body was her matching white bra and panties.
Reba snapped him back into reality when he suddenly felt her fingers undoing the button and zipper of his pants. Brock ripped his pants off in a flash and threw them on the floor. She scooted over to the head of the bed and he got on it beside her. Brock darted for her lips, kissing her like there would be no tomorrow. His hands grabbed her by the hips and he grinded them against his own. Reba wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The blond broke the kiss, buried his face in her neck, and kissed her there hungrily. She moaned in response, pleasing Brock even more. Reba was one of the strongest women he knew, and seeing her become weak at his touch was such a turn-on. All he wanted was to make her moan, make her scream out in pleasure, make her his alone.
Their bodies soon fell onto the bed, and Brock's kisses were beginning to trail further down her neck and chest, sending electric shockwaves through Reba's whole body. "Oh, God!" she cried out in pleasure. "Brock!"
His right hand moved up her thigh, sending shivers through her whole body, and Reba brought his head up to hers. She kissed him hard and dug her fingernails into his hair, pulling him as close to her as possible. The redhead continued to tremble at his touch, every place he explored with his hands set fires off underneath her skin.
Brock's lips pulled away from hers and looked straight into her blue eyes. He softly stroked her hair and smiled gently at her. He whispered, "You are so beautiful, Reba. I love you so much."
She gave him a small kiss on the lips and replied back, "I love you too, Brock."
Then they kissed and let their love consume them with aching desires and passion…
(A couple of hours later…)
Brock and Reba walked hand-in-hand down to the beach to be with their children for the rest of the day. They were dressed in their bathing suits and Reba carried a large, cloth beach bag filled with sunscreen lotion, sunglasses, two beach towels, and a couple bottles of water. The blond gave his wife a kiss on the cheek and started kissing her neck, but she playfully pushed him away. "Brock, we're going to meet the kids! The last thing that they want to see is us making out. Besides, there will be plenty of time for that later."
"Then I can hardly wait for later," Brock grinned and gave her one last kiss on the lips before they spotted Van, Kyra, Jake, Henry, and Elizabeth building a sandcastle down by the water with several plastic buckets and shovels, while Cheyenne was sitting down on a chair watching them with Ethan sleeping in her arms.
"About time you guys got down here," Cheyenne said to her parents as soon as saw them walking up.
"Well hello to you too," Reba replied back to her daughter as she sat down on Jake's blue beach towel with her beach bag and grabbed a bottle of water out of it .
"Cheyenne, they're adults and don't need our permission to be alone," Van told his wife and then whispered to her, "Plus, we both know what they were doing—bow chicka bow-bow!"
"Van!" she yelled at him with a smile and tried to hold back a giggle. "Those are my parents you're talking about! Gross!"
Brock joined Reba on Jake's towel and asked his children, "So what have you guys been doing down on the beach since we all got here?"
"We've played in the water, blew some bubbles with the kids, flew a kite, and now everybody's building a sandcastle. Isn't that right, Elizabeth?" Cheyenne said in a childish tone to her daughter who smiled and laughed happily in response.
Reba looked up at her husband, looking at him in the eyes, gave him a warm smile, and he softly kissed her before they felt sand being thrown at them from out of nowhere. "Hey!" Reba and Brock snapped, and then got up to find the kids all running around, laughing and grabbing buckets to collect more sand.
"If you guys can't stand the heat, then stay out of the hot tub," Kyra said and began throwing more sand at her parents until Brock started chasing after her with a grin.
"Oh, we can handle it," Reba told her daughter with a confident tone of voice as she grabbed a pink plastic bucket filled with sand and smiled at the boys. "The real question is whether you guys can." Then she charged after Jake with the bucket and threw the sand on him.
"Ugh! Mom! No fair!"
"Hey, all's fair in love and war, Jake. You wanna mess with me, then you're gonna get a fight back. So what are you gonna do about it?"
"This!" Jake kicked sand back at his mother with his sandal and ran away.
Reba quickly wiped the sand off of herself and saw Brock still going at it with Kyra while Van had "war" with Elizabeth and Henry. She looked around at all of her loved ones and smiled softly. Her unspoken fantasy had actually come true. Brock was back, Van and Cheyenne were living on their own with their two children, Kyra was moving along with her music, and Jake was no longer stuck in the middle of living with chaos. Everything with perfect—or as close as it could get. Reba had her family back together again and everyone was alright. Just like it should be….
(Later on that evening…)
Brock and Reba walked along the beach near the shoreline while they watched the sun slowly setting for the evening. The kids all went out to eat and the married couple was once again alone. Brock had his arm wrapped around Reba's shoulder and held her close.
"It's been a long time since we've watched the sun go down at the beach together, huh?" Brock asked with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, it has. Do you remember the first time we walked on the beach together?"
"Do I? I think about that day all the time. It's one of my favorite memories of us, especially because I recreated that day on Valentine's Day during our first year together being married."
Reba smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I remember. That was one of the sweetest, most romantic things you ever did for me."
"You know, every Valentine's Day after that one I felt was big disappointment," Brock confessed to her, remembering the time he told Van that.
"What? Why do you say that?"
"Because I could never top that surprise and I always thought you deserved more, but I couldn't give it to you."
Reba suddenly stopped walked, took his hands in hers and looked him in the eyes. "Honey, every Valentine's Day I spent with you was special and a surprise. Whether we went out for a romantic dinner or just stayed home and watched movies with the kids. As long as I had you, I was happy. That's all I ever wanted for Valentine's Day and it's still true. But why are we talking about Valentine's Day when it's like six months from now?"
Brock laughed. "Yeah, good point."
"Is there something else you're trying to tell me?"
"I don't know…maybe…" his words trailed off and then Reba looked at him harder so he'd tell her what bothered him. "I guess…I'm just afraid."
"Afraid of what?" she questioned him.
"I'm still afraid that you deserve better than me—and you do."
Reba rolled her eyes, feeling like they had been having this conversation forever now. "Brock, listen to me. I can see why it scares you. You weren't exactly a perfect husband the first time around. Yes, you cheated on me, you lied to me, and you left me and the kids—."
"Thanks for making me feeling better about all of this," he told his wife sarcastically and received a small smack on the head for interrupting her.
"But that doesn't that I've stopped loving you and that doesn't mean you don't deserve my love. I mean, I married you again; doesn't that count here for something? And you have been a wonderful father to our children. I couldn't have asked for more than that when we were divorced. You were there for the kids when they needed you and we had a pretty honest relationship with each other. Heck, you had more of an honest relationship with me than you did with Barbara Jean for half the time and we weren't even married anymore."
"And we still do," Brock told her, stopping her there. "I will always be honest with you and I will never hurt you again."
Reba smiled and gave him a kiss. "Then that's all I need."
Brock kissed her cheek and said, "I love you."
"Well you better!" Reba laughed and started chasing him all around the beach. "'Cause I don't marry a man and divorce him after twenty years of marriage only to remarry him seven years later without knowing he loves me."
Brock stopped running around and caught Reba in his arms when she caught up with him. "You don't, huh? That's good to know because I am never letting you go again."
The redhead pointed at him with a smile on her face and said, "I'm gonna hold you to that promise."
Brock kissed the top of her head and replied back, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
It's an unspoken fantasy for everybody who watches this show that they wonder if Brock and Reba will ever get back together – Matt Berry, executive producer from Reba.
Yes! It's finally done! Thanks so much for reading my story. I hope the ending was worth the wait. I'll post my new story soon as I can. Keep your eyes open for it. I'll have it up in a few weeks.
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