Road Trip To The Destiny Chapter 19 End, a reba fanfic

Road Trip To The Destiny - 19

Brock still held Reba tightly. He planned to surprise her when he proposed, but she surprised him first. He just noted that he hadn't given her the ring yet.

"So, how do you want me to propose, in a hot air balloon, writing a message in the sky, or fireworks?"

"The reason why I drop that 'Yes, Dear' card in there is to keep you from the hassle from planning those elaborate stunts. As long as you're down on one knee, I don't care when or where and I don't care how. All I care is to say 'yes' when you do." Reba kissed him after her remark. Brock got down on one knee and properly ask 'Reba Nell Hart, will you marry me again?' And of course, she said 'yes' and he slipped the beautiful diamond ring on her finger. When he stood up, she threw him a hug and kisses.

Reba spread the wonderful news to her family. She called her father to tell him that she and Brock were getting married again. He gave them his blessing, and gave one on her mother's behalf.

"Barbra Jean, are you okay with this?" Reba worried about her best friend.

"Reba, why wouldn't I be? He belongs to you and he always will be." Said Barbra Jean with trembling voice. "He's destined to be with you. You know, when you're destined to be somewhere, no matter which road you take, it'd get you there. He was lost. He was sidetracked, but now he found his way back home. I'm truly happy for you two. You've got my blessing." Reba pulled Barbra Jean into a hug. "Will you let me be your maid of honor?"

"I would be honored to have you as my maid of honor."

Reba insisted on having the smallest wedding possible. She didn't want anything elaborate. She wanted her family, her best friend, and the little formal traditional wedding in Oklahoma. Her mom was told that they were renewing their vows.

"Are you sure you don't want any reception?" Brock questioned. He placed his hand on her waist; Reba was cleaning the table behind the sofa. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm sure. I just want us to renew our vows. That's all I want. We'll save money that we'll spend on the reception to go to our honeymoon." Reba winked.

"I wonder where you want to go on our second honeymoon." Brock pecked her lips.

"Is Italy an option? Or are we going to Iowa again?" Brock pecked her lips again and walked over to his briefcase. He pulled out a document.

"It said here a trip for two to Italy." That was all it took for Reba to leap into his arms. He wasn't prepared so they both fell on the floor. They laughed after they verified that nothing had broken. Still lying on top of him on the floor, Reba kissed her fiancé lovingly.

"Kyra, are you moving out soon? Can I go with you?" Jake remarked, shaking his head. Reba tried to get up; Jake helped pull her up by her hand.

"Sorry Jake. We just-"

"No explanation needed." Jake cut her off making his way to his room.

"So, you two couldn't even wait till your honeymoon?" Kyra quipped. She picked up the piece of paper her dad dropped on the floor. She handed it back to them. "Italy? You're making mom's life long dream come true. Very nice of you dad."

"Your mom, she deserved it." Brock smiled into Reba's eyes that started to tear.

"Before, you pounce on him again mom, allow me to leave the room first." And with that Kyra too went to her room, leaving her parents alone again.

"Where were we?" Brock led her hand to the couch. "Oh yeah, in the middle of making out." Reba pressed her finger on his lips before they touched hers.

"We were in the middle of planning the wedding." Brock pouted. Reba caved to his puppy dog eyes, as always. "Alright, one kiss, and we're back to planning the wedding."

The wedding was planned at the church they got married in twenty-seven years ago. They chose their anniversary to get married again. Cheyenne was all excited to see the place her parents got married before. Barbra Jean was invited. At first, Reba couldn't ask her to be maid of honor because she thought about back when Brock was getting married to Barbra Jean, Reba couldn't even bare to stay at the wedding to listen to their vows. However she invited her as a friend. And Barbra Jean was the one who insisted she would be honored if Reba let her be maid of honor.

"Are you excited to get married in three days?" Asked Brock to Reba after they finished their picnic alone by the pond not too far for her parent's house.

"As excited as I was twenty seven years ago. You?"

"This counts as my third wedding, the first one I was in nerves, racking with all the 'what ifs' such as, what if she doesn't show up, what if I couldn't say my vows, what if I couldn't move my feet when I have to walk you down the aisle. My legs were shaken, especially when I saw you in your wedding dress walking up to me." He smiled and pulled her close to his body. "The second one was like 'let's get this over with.' Sounds kind of mean doesn't it?" Brock sighed "All I knew it wasn't the same. I remembered that day. I was supposed to be looking at Barbra Jean, but couldn't tear my eyes off you. For one you looked so funny, and two, when you had to take off your jeans and leave the church, man those beautiful legs sure can run!" Reba laughed bashfully. She remembered feeling so embarrassed that she was there when she wasn't supposed to. And before they said their vows, she decided to lose her jeans rather than stand there listening to something that could shatter her heart in pieces. "I almost couldn't say my vow, and almost slipped out your name. Then when Barbra Jean said 'I do Magoo', it brought me back to reality that I was marrying Barbra Jean, not you. 'Stop thinking of the redhead you mo-ron!'" Brock said mocking Reba's accent. "And this is the third time. Third time's a charm. And I'm back to nervous about all the 'what ifs'."

"Like what if you got cold feet?"

"That would never happen." Brock ensured with a smile before pulled her into a romantic kiss. There's no way he would ever let her go again. He loved her, he loved her too much to repeat the stupid mistake. He was lucky enough she gave him a second chance; he would never do anything to jeopardize this chance he was given.

Standing in front of a three-way mirror in a room getting ready for her wedding, Reba sighed. She stared at her reflections and reminisced back 27 years ago when she was about to marry the love of her life. She wasn't sure what the future held for her. However, today, although she would be married to Brock again but now she knew, no matter what happened along the rough road ahead, they will always have each other. JV knocked at the door before he entered. He smiled at his only daughter.

"You're still as beautiful as you were twenty seven years ago." He complimented. He wished her all the best on behalf on himself and his wife. Reba thanked him with a smile. In the church, Elizabeth started walking down the aisle gracefully sprinkling flower pedals along the way. Followed by Henry carrying a little white satin pillow. Brock stood at the end of the aisle waiting for his beautiful Bride. He didn't even noticed Kyra and Cheyenne made their way in.

"If I didn't know Brock well enough, I could have swore, that boy is his son." Helene whispered to her caretaker, Liza, pointing at Jake. Liza was later told about what exactly going on between Reba and Brock, at first she couldn't believe that the two of them were divorced for so long since they seemed to be loving each other so the last time they were here for Christmas. Although Reba didn't show her emotions, but Liza could see the love in her eyes. Nevertheless, Brock never hid his feelings toward his ex. She smiled at Helene who continued to whisper. "And that girl over there, she reminds me of Reba when she was about sixteen." Liza grinned, of course, that girl was Kyra. Helene then stared at Cheyenne, trying to remember that she recognized her from somewhere, she wasn't sure now if Brock had a younger sister. Brock looked over Barbra Jean's shoulder who was gliding down the aisle as maid of honor. He was still looking and waiting for the one that captured his heart for close to thirty years. Barbra Jean remembered when she was walking toward him as his bride, but his eyes weren't at her. She should have known since then that she could never be the lady he always had his eyes on.

The tune changed to 'Here comes the bride' as everybody rose on their feet. JV turned around the corner and there she was, the love of his life. The woman that could hold him captivated. Their eyes locked on each other once more and they knew, they were home.

Well, here we are again;
I guess it must be fate.
We've tried it on our own,
But deep inside we've known
We'd be back to set things straight.

I still remember when
Your kiss was so brand new.
Every memory repeats,
Every step I take retreats,
Every journey always brings me back to you.

After All the stops and starts,
We keep coming back to these two hearts,
Two angels who've been rescued from the fall.
After All that we've been through,
It all comes down to me and you.
I guess it's meant to be,
Forever you and me, After All.

When love is truly right
(This time it's truly right.)
It lives from year to year.
It changes as it goes,
Oh, and on the way it grows,
But it never disappears,

Always just beyond my touch,
You know I needed you so much.
After All, what else is livin' for?

Forever in each other's arms, that were where they destined to be, that was where they belonged.

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Song "After All" by Cher and Peter Cetera

A/N Sorry for the long wait, I hope this last chapter is worth waiting. All reviews are gladly appreciated :-)