Spirits of Hope (sequel) - 22 (end)

pat_pijig on Fri Apr 04, 2008 10:37 pm

--- 22 ---

Reba wouldn't tell Kyra where she was going. It was a good thing she had some of her overnight necessities at Brock's place. She packed whatever she needed and hopped in the car and started to drive to her destination. Her mind wandered back to the day she snapped out of her daydream. Did she do something wrong and screw up everyone's life? Especially to her best friend. Barbra Jean was supposed to have a baby with Tim. He was supposed to be a loving and caring husband. Reba herself was supposed to be with Brock, they were supposed to live a happy life with another baby. If she could turn back time, she would do anything to fix this mess.

It would have been a 10 hour drive with two drivers, but Reba drove herself. Since she didn't have enough sleep the night before, it took her almost 16 hours to drive, taking breaks when required. She needed the answer. She had to clear her mind. Reba was confused and vulnerable. She didn't know what good it would do to return to that place, but she was hoping maybe it was just a nightmare that she could just snap out of when she got there. Someone had beaten her there. He stood looking at the tree; even with his back facing her, she could tell. She could pick him out of the crowd any day.

"Brock..." Reba ran into his arms. They remained in that position for a while: holding each other firmly in front of the tree, underneath that big branch.

"Don't you know there are flights between Fisheye Bottom and Houston?" That was how he beat her to the Island.

"Brock I didn't kiss him, he-" Brock pressed his lips on hers, stopped her mid-sentence.

"I knew honey, I knew." Brock held her firmly. "At first I thought I lost you to him for sure, but when I saw your handprint on his face..." he chuckled. "So I immediately knew that you didn't approve of that kiss. I punched him. I'm so proud of myself that I managed to punch him without damaging your hand print on his cheek."

"Jake said you got hit too." she cupped his face with her hand, trying to see the damage.

"I did, but not that bad, he punched me in defence, but I punched him out of anger. So much for giving you my blessing. I'm taking that back by the way."

"How did you know I'd be here?" Reba wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.

"Just a hunch, you told me that we came back to this island in your vision when you woke you up, so I thought maybe that's where you'd be."

"I don't know what the heck happened Brock, I don't know what I did that screwed up our future. I don't know what I did to Barbra Jean," said Reba with a trembling voice.

"I think you did her a favor." Reba looked up at him a little puzzled. "Kyra went to see Barbra Jean at the hospital after you told her she was pregnant. Kyra told me when she got there Barbra Jean was weeping about not wanting to let Tim leave. But the moment that doctor told her she lost her baby, Kyra said she had never seen Barbra Jean sit up so straight." Brock continued to tell Reba about the details his daughter revealed to him.

"Tim, if you want to leave, you can just leave," told Barbra Jean to her husband after she wiped the last drop of tear from her eyes. Tim was startled.

"Then who'll take care of you, you have a broken leg."

"I'll take care of her," announced Kyra firmly "She may no longer be my step-mom, but she's always my friend." Barbra Jean was overwhelmed by Kyra's statement; she will always have support from her friends.

"I'll call the lawyer as soon as I get home." Barbra Jean made her decision.

Reba listened to what Brock told her and she sighed, she felt bad for her friend, but this could be for the best.

"And it turned out, Tim didn't want the divorce. He asked Barbra Jean to give him another chance. He was really upset that he lost his baby. He really wants a child. Barbra Jean said she will give him another chance, but she needs time." Brock sighed "People grow at the different costs I guess, it cost me a marriage to be less self center, it cost Barbra Jean a pregnancy to stand up for herself, it cost Tim a child to be a better husband."

"It cost me the love of my life to learn to control my temper."

Brock grinned at Reba's comment. "So, can we start over?" Reba nodded, that was what she was hoping for. "Can I still give you this ring or you what the other one?" Brock opened his hand and showed her the ring that he used to propose.

"Nha, I want this ring. It's the ring you proposed to me, I don't care about any other rings, no matter how beautiful they are. This one is the one." Reba picked up the ring from his palm and put it back on her finger where it belonged.

"You sure?" asked Brock with a crooked grin

"I am, it's you that I want, and it's this ring that you personally selected for me. I love it. I don't want any other one," stated Reba firmly. Brock opened his other hand.

"You want me to return this?"

"Well, since you've already bought it..." Reba was beaming, she threw him a hug. In his palm was another diamond ring. A rose-cut diamond solitaire, the one in her dream, and the one from Terry's store. "You got it for me?"

"Whom else would I buy it for?" Brock kissed her on the side of her head.

"For what occasion? I don't want this ring to replace the other one you know."

"It's not a replacement, it's a gift. For your birthdays, anniversaries, valentines, Christmases, or simply just because I love you." his last sentence earned him a big kiss. "I admit I was so jealous when you said you want Tim, or a romantic guy like him, before you found out his true self. I was upset. But then when I went to see Terry, and he showed me this ring. It dawned on me, that I should be the one to fulfil your dreams, not Tim, not anyone else. You wanted the guy in your dream to be me, then it shall be me. You want me to grow you roses than I shall grow you roses. You want me to sing you a love song then I shall sing you a love song. You wanted to be loved, then I shall love you."

"You 'shall' love me?" Reba's eyes lit up.

"I'm trying to be romantic here, I said something wrong?"

"You made it sound like a chore." Reba pouted.

"Let me try again then, you want to be loved then I shall show you how loved you are. Better?" Reba spread a half-moon smile across her face. "And if you want to be sexy, I shall show you how sexy you are to me."

"Who says I want to be sexy?" Reba perked.

"You did."

"When?"

"I don't remember. But you really said you want to be sexy."

"Nooo" Reba denied, not sure when she said that.

"Alright fine, you won't admit, but I still want to show you how sexy you are to me anyway." Brock planted a tender kiss on her lips sending sparks to every square inch of her skin. "Since we're half way, you want to go to Vegas? Have a pre-honeymoon before the wedding?" suggested Brock with a mischievous grin.

"Drive there again?"

"No, we'll park the car at the airport and fly over. So we'll have more time to spend there." Brock suggested as they started to leave the tree, walking arm in arm along the shore. Reba turned her head back and looked at the tree. The strong wind blew, sending a chill down her spine.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm... I thought someone was watching us." She shook out her thought ignoring the feeling that there were two pairs of eyes seemed to follow them. "Anyway, Vegas Sound likes a good idea. But can we stay here tonight? I haven't slept much and I'm sleepy." Brock chuckled at her comment that was followed by a big yawn. They made their way back to the ferry going to a hotel that they were at the last time there came here, but they'd get a room with one bed this time.

That night, under the glow of the full moon that shone into their hotel room, beside the sounds of happiness between the two lovers, they might have just heard the sound of music made by the wind and the leaves along with the crickets' song.

--- Epilogue ---

Van and Cheyenne threw them the perfect wedding, Jake was the best man, Van gave Reba away, Kyra and Cheyenne were bridesmaids and Barbra Jean was the maid of honor. She gave Reba sexy lingerie as a wedding gift. Brock couldn't wait to see her wear it. Brock wanted her to wear it on their wedding night, Reba seductively said she didn't want to be overdressed for their wedding night. However, she planned to surprise him by wearing it on their honeymoon in Italy, after they came back from a Gondola ride. Brock told Reverend Yummy Pants that Reba was now taken, and kindly asked him to stop hitting on her. Reba smirked, she still didn't believe that Reverend ever hit on her.

When Reba threw her bouquet of flowers, Elizabeth caught it, Van put his eyebrows together looking at every boy suspiciously. Tim tried to win Barbra Jean back by being a better husband. He took care of her when she had a broken leg. He apologized to both Brock and Reba for misbehaving. Barbra Jean could see Tim really wanted them to work out, so she thought WWRD? What would Reba do? Reba gave Brock another chance after he proved to be a better husband; Barbra Jean decided to give Tim another chance as well. Tim did prove to be a better husband. He started by wearing his wedding ring. He was still sweet and romantic to Barbra Jean, and he stopped hitting on everyone else. Even if he did, but now Barbra Jean wasn't afraid to tell him exactly how she really felt. He listened and tried to improve. When Barbra Jean told him that she was pregnant again, tears of joy ran down his cheeks. He wouldn't let her lift a finger without being there for support. Reba was glad that her friend finally found the love she deserved. Her life was turning into everything she ever hoped for, Brock to be back in her arms, her best friend by her side, her kids getting along. And she'd finally got to grow old with the only man she loved.

The spirits got her message, they saw her true love...