Barbra Jean stopped at the window, searching the driveway and street for Brock's truck. "What is taking them so long? They should be back by now." Barbra Jean took a deep breath, walking away from the window. She joined Cheyenne on the couch while Van put away the two movies they'd watched.

"I'm sure everything is okay, Barbra Jean. Mom and Dad are only enjoying their night." Van nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"Yeah, I'm hoping they get it all out of their systems so when Monday rolls around, she might actually do some work." He shook his head, mumbling under his breath as he picked up Elizabeth. He waited, making sure she hadn't woken up, before heading upstairs. Barbra Jean sighed, deciding they were right. She picked up Henry, following Van.

Reba took a deep breath, pulling the blankets higher up her body. "Oh, yes, this has definitely been a perfect night!" Brock laughed, leaning on an elbow to stare at her. Reba turned her head so she could look at him, content and exhaustion washing over her. "We should start coming here more often. I miss watching the movies and stuff."

"Sure. I miss it, too. I know Bradley and Stacey come here every Tuesday night. He says there aren't as many kids here then." Reba nodded her head, sitting up and slipping on her shirt. She stopped when she noticed the ground.

"Uh, Brock," He hummed shortly, letting her know she'd been heard. "I think it's snowing." At her words, he sat up, glancing around them. He was shocked to see small puffs of snow falling to the ground. "Can this night get any better?" He laughed, following her led in getting dressed. "I thought it was chilly out here. I didn't realize it was freezing."

"Well, you were a little busy." He winked at her, sliding out of the truck bed before helping her down. She kissed him before darting off to a clear space. "What are you doing, Reba? We need to get home before the roads get bad." Reba shook her head before sticking her arms out to her side and spinning in circles. She tossed her head back, giggling as snowflakes tickled her nose.

Brock laughed before rushing to join her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling as she rested her arms on his. "May I have this dance?" She smiled, nodding her head. They stepped apart momentarily as they slipped into position for a slow dance. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Reba's smile grew before she took a deep breath. "Yes, I do, but if I ever forget I have a jar full of reminders." He let loose her favorite grin, twirling her before pulling her to his body. "Do you know how much I love you?" He hesitated, slowly nodding his head.

"More than I will ever know." Reba's smile slowly faded, but he could tell by her eyes that she was still happy. She stopped dancing, cupping his cheek before kissing him.

"More than I will ever be able to show to you." She smiled sweetly at him before taking his hand and walking towards the truck. Once they were inside, she scooted as close to him as she could be, wrapping her arms around one of his. "Thank you." She whispered softly, and for the rest of the ride home, they sat in sweet, content happiness.

When they made it home, Barbra Jean was stepping out on the porch when her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Do y'all know how late it is? Do you know what day is it?" Reba sighed, apologizing as she walked past Barbra Jean. Brock tried not to laugh, and held out a box of Barbra Jean's favorite candy. "All right, fine, you're forgiven, but y'all get to bring down all the presents! I'm going to bed." Barbra Jean walked upstairs, leaving Reba and Brock alone.

"So, how do you want to do this? We could bring all the presents down first. Put them over here." Reba motioned to the entry way before continuing. "Then get the eggnog out. You play with the toys and I'll set up the presents." Brock took a deep breath as he noticed her eyelids fighting to stay open. He smirked at her before kissing her forehead.

"How about you get the eggnog, and I'll start bringing down presents? You can set them up while I bring them down. I don't have to play with the toys this year. I've already had my fun." He winked at her, smiling when she nodded her head. "That way we can get to bed sooner. I know you're tired." Reba nodded her head again, wrapping her arms around his body. She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes. Brock smiled, rubbing her back gently.

"Let's get this over with. We still have to get up earlier than the kids so we can dress up as Santa and his elf." Brock took a deep breath, loving that Van had tricked them into the costumes last year. Reba pushed away from Brock, walking towards the kitchen. He quickly darted up the stairs, setting the presents at the top of the stairs before bringing them down to the living room. Two hours later they drifted upstairs, falling asleep as soon as they hit their bed.

A few hours later, Reba groaned as Brock shook her body. "Reba, Honey, we have to get dressed for Christmas. The kids will be awake any minute." She rolled over, yanking the blankets over her head. He sighed, shaking his head. "This is no time to be a naughty elf. Do you want to disappoint Elizabeth and Henry on Christmas? The one day of the year they look forward to the most!" He smirked when the blanket moved from side to side. He held his breath as he slowly grabbed the ends of the blanket.

Reba sat straight up when he pulled the blanket completely off the bed. She glared at him, letting out a deep breath. He smiled as he shook the belly of his costume, causing Reba to laugh. "Stop it! I'm mad at you." She folded her arms over her chest, turning her head slightly.

"What? Why are you mad at me?" Brock asked, holding his arms out at his sides.

"Because you kept me out all night!" He chuckled, trying to crawl on the bed but having to scoot backwards instead. Reba held back her laughter, making sure to keep her eyes off of his.

"Oh, Honey," He rested his head on her shoulder, releasing his best puppy dog eyes. "I love you!" Reba glanced at him before rolling her eyes and scooting away from him. Brock fell over, becoming stuck on his back. "Now, come on, I brought you the first cup of coffee!" She stared at him from the side of the bed, giggling when he couldn't get back to his feet. "Can I get a little help?" She shrugged her shoulders, glancing down at her clothes.

"Sorry, I'm not a nice elf, remember?" Reba stuck her tongue out at him before grabbing her costume. She paused for a moment, glancing between Brock and the costume. "Although," Brock knew what she was thinking, and tried even harder to get back to his feet.

"Reba, you have to be nice when you don't have the costume on! I'm Santa and what I say goes." She laughed as she watched him squirm, and slowly slipped out of her clothes.

"I'm a naughty elf…since when do I listen to Santa?" She leaned onto the bed, bending down to kiss his lips. "That's for the coffee." She smiled at him before standing back up and grabbing the coffee. She took a sip before putting on her costume.

"The only reason I didn't pull you on the bed with me is because I'm afraid you won't get back up. The kids can't have Santa without his elf. It would ruin everything!" Reba laughed, walking to the other side of the bed. Brock held his hands out for her glad when she helped him to his feet.

"Are you sure it's the kids you're worried about?" He nodded his head, unsure what she meant. She passed her coffee cup to him. "Well, it seems to me that you're really energetic right now…Either it's the coffee you've already had or you're ready to open presents." Reba smirked when shock washed over Brock. "How'd I know?" He nodded his head, checking his breath. "I tasted the coffee when I kissed you." She winked at him, starting to walk away.

"Ha, show's how much you know! I brushed my teeth before waking you up." Reba sat down at her vanity, brushing her hair and setting out her makeup.

"You took a drink of mine before you sat it down…" She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, and smiled when he narrowed his eyes. "Honey, you always take a drink of my coffee. You've done it since we first got together." He let out a deep breath, accepting his defeat. Reba passed Brock his beard, asking him to sit down. "You need rosy cheeks." Brock sighed, putting on his beard as he sat down.

Forty minutes later, they stood in the kitchen, listening as the family stumbled down the stairs. Reba smiled as Elizabeth and Henry screamed with excitement over the mountain of gifts. Brock called out to her, waiting for her to look at him.

"Does this outfit make me look fat?" Reba glared at him, shaking her head. He shrugged his shoulders, putting on his hat as she snapped his beard into place. "Thank you." He followed her into the living room, laughing loudly as the small children ran into his legs. Van shook his head with a smile as he watched his in-laws.

After the family opened their presents, ate breakfast, and separated to get a closer look at their gifts, Brock snuck upstairs, pulling off his beard and hat. He took a deep breath as he walked into his bedroom. He quickly made the bed, picked up the dirty clothes, and stopped at the window. He glanced over his shoulder before reaching for the top of the window. He carefully took down the mistletoe, moving it to the bedroom door. He groaned when his costume made it hard to move quickly.

"Dad, are you ready?" Cheyenne asked as she stood in the hallway. He glanced at her, taking a deep breath.

"Uh," He looked around the bedroom, darting to the window to fix the curtain. Cheyenne followed him, looking next to her when Kyra joined them. "I think so…what do you think? Does it look okay? I don't want it to be messy or anything." Cheyenne smiled sweetly at her father, already knowing how nervous he was.

"It looks great, Dad." Cheyenne quickly agreed with her sister before holding out the paper bag in her hand.

"But a few candles and rose pedals never hurt." Brock grinned appreciatively as he took the bag from her. Kyra rolled her eyes, commenting her disapproval.

"Cheyenne, she's not going to notice the roses or candles. Besides, if he does that, Mom will instantly be suspicious. She might even guess what he's going to do." Brock's grin dropped from his face as he listened to his daughters argue back and forth. He swallowed the lump in his throat, panic rising inside of him.

"Okay, girls!" He held his hands up, prompting them to be quiet. "Let's compromise. I'll use the roses and candles later. Besides, I don't think your mother wants to miss out on today with you kids. I'll be lucky to even get her up here alone." Cheyenne frowned, but knew her father was right. Kyra smirked, watching as her father hid the bag under his side of the bed. "Now, let's hurry up before she starts looking for us." Cheyenne and Kyra joined their father in the middle of the room, each one doing their part.

A few minutes later, Cheyenne and Kyra were walking downstairs in search of their mother. They smiled when they saw her bent over, picking up discarded wrapping paper. While Kyra moved to the couch Cheyenne walked to her mother's side. "Hey, mom, have you seen Dad?" Reba stood up, glancing around the room. She shook her head, dropping the trash bag at her feet. "Oh, okay, he said he was going to help Henry with his remote control car." Cheyenne glanced at Kyra, who was turning around to join to conversation.

"Oh, I think he's upstairs." She paused for a moment, pulling out a piece of paper. "He told me to give this to you, Mom. I almost forgot." Reba sighed, staring between her daughters. She quietly took the paper from Kyra, noticing as they both slipped from the room.

"Santa needs to see you in his office. Somebody's been naughty." She smirked, shaking her head as she headed for the stairs. When she made it to the top, she took a deep breath and called out for Brock. She walked to their bedroom door, stopping when she saw a sign reading Santa's Office. She pushed opened the door, finding him standing in the middle of the room wearing half his costume and a big bow tied to his head.

"Merry Christmas, Babe." He smiled at her, hoping to hide his nerves. Reba folded her arms as she stepped into the room.

"This is how you're ending all the gifts? I've already got you. I did so much better." Brock laughed sarcastically, pointing towards the bow on his head.

"Just unwrap your present…starting with the bow." He took a deep breath when she walked towards him. Suddenly his nerves were back, and he hoped she wouldn't notice. Reba stared at him for a moment, hesitating before reaching for the bow. She gently tugged on the end of the ribbon, and her eyes opened wide when an object fell to the floor, bouncing off her bare foot. They were quiet for a moment, both their hearts beating fast.

"Was that what I think it was?" She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling heavily. Brock shrugged his shoulders, finding it difficult to keep the smile off his face.

"I don't know. Let's see." He slowly dropped to one knee, picking up the ring and holding it up for her to see. "Is this what you were thinking?" He smiled at the tears in her eyes and the watery smile on her lips. "Reba, will you marry me…again?" She chuckled, nodding her head quickly. She held her hand out, letting him slide the ring into place. As he stood up, she admired the sparkle against her skin.

"I love you." She kissed him before pecking his lips a few times. "I take back what I said. You definitely did better." Brock laughed, pulling her closer to him for another kiss. "So, uh, how long do I have to keep kissing you before I get to tell the family?" He laughed again, shaking his head as he let her go. Reba turned around quickly, yelling for Barbra Jean.

Brock quickly caught her before she could run away. "Change clothes first, Reba. You don't want to ruin the costumes for the kids." She took a deep breath, glancing around her room before grabbing his robe and putting it on as she ran for the door again. Once again, Brock stopped Reba, standing with her in the doorway.

"What?" He smirked as he pointed above them, and when she noticed the mistletoe, she smiled at him. She pulled him to her, running her fingers through his hair as she passionately kissed him. "Can I go now?" Brock laughed at her before nodding his head. He shook his head as he watched her disappear before taking off his Santa suit and putting on a pair of sweat pants. He followed her shortly afterwards.

"BARBRA JEAN! CHEYENNE!" Reba slid into the kitchen where she found Barbra Jean and John sitting at the table with cups of coffee and a pile of toys in need of batteries. "LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!" Barbra Jean stood up, screaming with Reba as they jumped up and down. She held her hand, looking at the ring. "He actually did it!" Brock walked into the room, smiling at them. "He didn't go cheap!"

Brock pursed his lips together at her comment, shaking his head before moving to the coffee pot. John glanced at him, chuckling when Cheyenne walked inside from the back yard. They started squealing again, excitement washing over them. "John!" He jumped at Barbra Jean's voice, giving her his full attention. "Move the toys off the table! I have a wedding to plan!" John shook his head, picking up his coffee mug and moving to Brock's side as the women cleared the table.

"Good thing you proposed first. I'll get an idea of how crazy it'll be when I do it." Brock laughed, watching Reba intently. He loved how happy she was at this moment. She glanced at him, a permanent smile on her face. When Barbra Jean yelled for John again, Reba slipped away from the table. She walked to his side, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You have made me very, very happy, Brock." He smiled at her, saying he was glad. "Prepare yourself because Barbra Jean and Cheyenne aren't going to like what I say next." She kissed him, slowly pulling away. "You know what I was thinking." Reba waited until the blondes were looking at her before continuing. "I don't want a big fancy wedding, and I've waited long enough. How about a New Year's wedding?" Brock was shocked, but quickly cleared his face. He stepped up behind Reba, saying he liked the idea. Barbra Jean and Cheyenne continued to stare at them in disbelief. John glanced between the other people in the room, waiting for fighting to begin.

"Okay," Barbra Jean sang it slowly, standing up and moving to the island across from her. Cheyenne joined her, an eyebrow raised. "If that's what you really want…even though I don't think it's the best way to go about this…then we don't have a lot of time." Cheyenne nodded her head, beginning to list questions that needed answers. Brock rubbed Reba's lower back as she answered each of Cheyenne's questions.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Reba turned slightly, looking at Brock. She smiled sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Uh, maybe a couple months." He raised his eyebrows, staring at her. "All right! When I knew this was going to make it this time….after our first fight…when you didn't leave. I wanted to get married right at that moment so, I started planning it out. I wanted to be completely ready when you finally asked." Brock smiled, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Barbra Jean and Cheyenne stared at them with goofy smiles on their faces.

"Well, Barbra Jean, looks like we have everything we need. Starting tomorrow we get it all together." Barbra Jean nodded her head, moving back to the table to write down what Reba wanted and what they would need to accomplish her wedding. Telling Brock she loved him, Reba smiled as she held her left hand out, staring at her ring. Brock kissed the side of her head, saying that he loved her too.

A/N: Sorry about the wait! I do have some things that could make up for it though! First, I plan on adding one more chapter for the wedding. Second, if y'all are interested, I'll write another story about the year between Reba's Christmas and Brock's Christmas. Thanks for reading! I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) Happy Holidays.