Disclaimer: I DO NOT own One Tree Hill, I just like using their characters. = )
PPOV
It's been about a month since Brooke and I got together and everything happened with Felix. Unfortunately he didn't leave the country like I had wanted, but he is keeping his distance which is smart on his part. Right now I'm trying to put together the perfect date for our one month anniversary next week and it's not going very well at the moment.
"Baby," Brooke whined again for about the tenth time, "Tell me what you're planning please?" she adds in a pout and flutters her lashes. I almost break. Almost.
"Look B. Davis I already told you it's going to be a surprise," she opens her mouth to beg some more before I cut her off with a quick and firm, "No."
"Fine then, be that way," she pouts.
That's the reason why I'm getting nowhere in the date plans. That and the fact that Brooke's been sick for the past week, and I'm to focused on making sure she's ok. As if on cue Brooke jumps up and rushes to my bathroom. Seconds later I hear her getting sick into my toilet. I get up quickly and go to hold her hair back.
"Babe? Will you please go to the doctor?" I ask her again. She hates doctors, but I will get her to one soon even if it kills me, which it just might cause Brooke really hates doctors.
"I've already made an appointment for tomorrow after school," she tells me weakly. My eyes widen and my mouth fall open a little bit in shock.
"Did I just hear you right? Did you just say you're going to a doctor? Man babe you must be feeling worse then I thought."
She just rolls her eyes and tries to stand. I catch on to what she's doing and help her immediately. I go back into my room and lay down as she begins to wash up, and my thoughts begin to wonder.
I really hope she's ok. She's been pretty tired lately and she's been throwing up a couple times a day. The funny thing though is she seems perfectly fine a few minutes later. She's also been eating more then usual...NO WAY! There's no way in hell that she could be pregnant. She can't be, but she can be. The time frame fits, the symptoms fit, and Brooke must realize this to because she willingly made a doctors appointment. Oh my God my girlfriends pregnant. What am I going to do?
"Hey Blondie are you ok? You've been staring off into space for a few minutes now," Brooke asks me with concern lacing her voice.
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine I was just thinking," I tell her semi-truthfully. If I was being honest I'd tell her that I was freaking out hardcore on the inside. "Hey, I'm going with you to your appointment tomorrow right?"
"Um...well I guess you can but I didn't really think you'd want to go," she answered hesitantly.
We lay there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts for about 10 minutes before I broke it again.
"Brooke?" I called quietly to the girl beside me.
"Yeah?" she answered just as quietly. It was like if we talked normally something would break, we just didn't know what that something was.
"I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly please," I tell her, still quietly.
I hear her swallow hard before she finally answers, "Ok, ask away." Even though she tried to sound nonchalant I heard the underlying fear.
"Are you pregnant?"
BPOV
And there it is, the million dollar question. I was really hoping she wouldn't ask me that, but it's stupid to hope that. I mean she's my girlfreind AND bestfriend so of course she's going to be able to put two and two together. I heave a sigh before looking up and trying to meet Peyton's gaze in the dakness of her bedroom.
"I don't know," I whisper out even quieter then we were originally talking. I have to choke back sobs while I wait for her to respond. To my surprise she just wraps me in a tight embrace and kisses my forehead. I finally come unglued and let out all of the fear and stress and sadness that I've been carrying around all week. As I start to calm down Peyton pulls away and sits up.
After turning on her beside lamp she catches my eyes and begins to speak. "Look Brooke, I hope you know that if you are pregnant that I'm going to be here for you," at my look of surprise she shakes her head and continues, "I love you. I've loved you for far to long to just up and abandon you in your time of need and you should know this," at hearing this I bow my head in shame and she put's her finger under my chin to make me meet her eyes again. "I'm going to be here for you no matter what. I love you and if you are going to have a baby I'll help you raise it and love it as if it were my own, because it came from you."
I'm crying again by the end of her speech but this time it's in happiness. She wraps her arms around me again and just lets me cry. I have to make sure this is what she wants though, because I don't want her to feel like she's obligated to take care of us.
"Are you completely sure about this Peyton?" I manage to choke out in between sobs.
"Of course I am Brooke. Don't worry I promise to always be here for you. I'll never leave you unless I'm forced to."
"Thank you," I whisper into the crook of her neck before placing a gentle kiss there.
Soon after we finally go to sleep and I have the best nights sleep I've had in a week.