-- 12 --

Did Brock just say 'I think you should say yes'? Was that right?

"What did you just say?" Reba had to hear it one more time to be sure

"I think you should marry him" Brock confirmed his statement. Maybe BJ was right; sometimes you just have to let yourself get hurt to let the one you love be happy.

"And why's that?" Reba could feel a lump in her throat, she nearly broke down, but she still held on to her last strength

"He loves you, he'll make you happy" Brock answered without looking at her

"What about you?" she asked, trying to hold her tears

"I'm not good enough for you"

"Isn't that so?" she couldn't hang on anymore "I didn't ask if you're good enough for me, I ask if you love me"

"Would that make a difference?" Reba walked to him continuously hitting his chest while bursting in tears. Brock stopped her by holding on to her hands.

"Of course it does you mo-ron, I turned down a proposal from Terri 30 years ago to marry you, and you left me 20 years later. And now I turned down another proposal just to find out that you didn't even want to fight for me? You jerk, you mo-ron, you..." Brock pulled her into a hug.

"Who cares if you're not good enough for me, all I want is for you to love me" Reba cried on his shoulder.

"I do, but I want you to be happy. I want you to be with someone who deserves you, very much"

"But I don't love, Jack. I like him, but I don't love him, like the way I love you, mo-ron" she hit him again "why can't you understand. I just want you to fight for me, I just want to feel loved and protected. Why can't you see I want you to be that person who loves me and is willing to do everything in his power to keep me" Brock hugged her even tighter.

"I love you Reba, from the moment that I knew I held you in my arms all night, I couldn't get rid of the feeing how wonderful we were together. I think I just didn't want to find out that it wasn't BJ I held in my arms. I had a dream that I got to be with you again, it was such a beautiful dream and I didn't want to wake up. When I found out it wasn't a dream, you wouldn't believe how happy I was. I tried to talk to you so many times after we returned, but you avoided me, until the day the divorce papers finally came in, that jerk, I mean Jack came back to your life. You looked happy again, I like to see your smile, but you hardly do it when I am around. So, I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for you. Do you realize how hurtful it was for me to suggest you should marry Jack? It was like a knife stabbing me a million times, but I just don't think I deserve you" Reba put her fingers on his lips to him to stop talking.

"Can you say that again and just stop at how much you love me?"

"I love you Reba, I really do and more than anything in this world, so the answer to your question before was yes, I still have feelings for you and always will have"

He wiped the tears away with his thumb, Reba gave him a smile. "That's all I wanted to hear!" and she pulled him closer for a kiss that she's wanted to happen since he teased her that night. "And for your information, it wasn't Jack that made me happy, it was the bouquet of gladiolus that made me smile" she put her arms around his neck and held on to him tight "And I hardly smile around you because you keep disappointing me by not asking me out! I was waiting for that"

"I thought you didn't want me"

"Why didn't you ask, rather than just assume?"

"You're right, I should have asked" Brock sat on the couch and pulled her down to sit on his lap, he held her tight afraid if he let go, she would disappear. Reba rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed her gently on her forehead. He got her now, and he would never let her go again.

"So you said no to Jack?" Brock needed to confirm. He never thought he could be happier.

"Uh huh" Reba played with his shirt collar.

"I'm going to assume again that if I propose, you'll say yes"

"This time, it's a good assumption" Reba gave him the smile that made him fell in love with her the first time he saw it 30 years ago. "But I still want you to ask"

"Reba, will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive, again?"

"Of course I will!" Still on his lap, she pulled his head down to accept her kiss. "And you better not leave me again 20 years from now".

Brock laughed, "I won't make the same mistake again, now that I got my second chance" He kissed her until they were both short of breath. They had 7 years of kissing to make up.

"So shall we finish off what we started?" he referring to that night, that seemed like a dream.

"I've been waiting to say 'yes' to this question since the last time you asked"

He scooped her up, and carried her toward her bedroom. This time they'll wake up in each other's arms again, but not because he got a wrong key that open a wrong door which lead to a wrong room into a wrong bed, but because it was meant to be. They were meant to be together, and tonight every thing would be just right.

-- The end --

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