AN- First of all, I am so sorry it took so long to get this up. School is almost over for me, so hopefully you won't have to wait so long for the next chapter. This is the sequel to Hello Life. I would like to dedicate this to anyone who read or reviewed Hello Life. This is obviously not Brucas, but I think you'll like it okay anyways. Thank you, and please read and review!

Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill. And I'll likely forget this for every other chapter, but I probably won't own it then either. But as soon as I do, I'll let you know.

Chapter One-

Autism. The word hit like a brick, immediately filling her eyes with tears. She sat silently, barely listening to what the doctor was saying. Specialist, deficiency, risk. Every word she heard broke her heart a little more. Eventually the doctor was finished, and Brooke quickly grabbed the hands of her three year old twins.

"What's wrong Mommy?" Celia asked as they walked to the car.

"Nothing baby," Brooke murmured, "Let's go to Grandma's alright? Aunt Haley will be there." Celia jumped up and down excitedly, she loved Haley.

"Keith! We're gonna go see Grandma and Aunt Haley!" she informed her brother eagerly. Keith's eyes remained intently focused on the spinning wheel of the truck in his hands.

"Alright, up ya go," Brooke said lifting Keith into his car seat, then doing the same with Celia. She closed the back door of her car and slid into the front seat. She grabbed her sunglasses out of the cup holder, and slid the glasses over her eyes. Satisfied no one could see her eyes through them she began to let the tears welling in her eyes slowly roll down her face. She was scared. Scared for her children. She had pledged to herself and to Celia that HCM medication would never be neglected, Lucas' memory and Celia's life as incentive. Now she had to pledge to Keith, not simply a medication each morning, but supplements, appointments, and an endless supply of patience. The car approached the café and Brooke easily slid her car between two others on the side of the street.

"We're here!" Celia shrieked. Brooke unbuckled her kids, and lifted them to the ground. Keith raised his arms, asking to be held. Brooke obliged, lifting her beautiful son onto her hip, kissing the top of his head.

"Aunt Haley!" Celia squealed, barreling into her aunt's arms.

"Hey Celia!" Haley responded, hugging Celia. "Beth's in the kitchen with Karen making cookies, I know they'd be glad to have you." Celia grinned widely, showing off her dimples, and ran into the kitchen to join her cousin and grandma.

"Not too fast," Brooke said, walking into the café, following Celia.

"Celia, Brooke, Keith, so good to see you!" Karen welcomed warmly. Keith reveled at the sight of his grandma and aunt, frantically flapping his arms.

"Hey Karen," Brooke said, hugging the women who had become like a mother to her. Brooke set Keith down on his feet.

"How was the doctor?" Karen asked.

"It was okay. I don't really want to talk about it in front of the kids," Brooke said, blinking back tears.

"Okay," Karen said softly, tucking a stray hair behind Brooke's ear. Brooke nodded thanks to Karen, heading back to the dining area where Haley was waiting for her.

"How'd it go?" Haley asked, as Brooke settled herself into the booth, knowing by the look on Brooke's face that the news wasn't good.

"Autism," Brooke stated, finally letting the tears flow freely.

"Oh, Brooke," Haley breathed, slipping out of her seat and into Brooke's, pulling her friend into a hug.

"Bedtime," Brooke said, walking into the den where her children were sitting on the couch in their long johns watching Silly Songs with Larry. Celia obliged, climbing off the couch, and heading towards the twin's room. Keith stayed put.

"Come on Keith," Brooke pleaded, knowing what was coming. Keith stared, enthralled with the moving colors and music on the screen.

"Bedtime. Time to turn the TV off," Brooke said, flipping off the TV, pulling Keith on her hip. Keith blinked a few times, and started to scream.

"Oh no," Brooke whimpered, exhausted. It was already eight, and she'd been crying all day. She took Keith to the couch, pulling him onto her lap.

"Calm down, baby," she begged, rocking slowly back and forth.

"No, no, no!" Keith screamed, wiggling himself free from Brooke's grasp, starting to run towards the bathroom, locking himself in.

"Keith, baby, bedtime," Brooke called through the door. She was answered by screams. She sighed, wiping back tears. Every night. It broke her heart that her baby couldn't even go to bed. She walked into the twin's room to find Celia on her bed, clutching her pink monkey.

"Hey baby," Brooke said, settling down on Celia's bed.

"Hey Mommy," Celia said, resting her head on her mommy's lap. "Tell me about Daddy," Celia requested. Brooke smiled. Every night they did this. Celia would ask a question about Lucas, and Brooke would answer.

"What do you want to know?" Brooke asked, stroking her daughter's soft brown hair.

"What was his favorite color?" Celia asked.

"Blue," Brooke answered. Celia smiled,

"Blue is pretty."

"Yeah, it is," Brooke smiled back.

"Time for prayers," Celia said. Brooke nodded. Celia climbed into Brooke's lap, closed her eyes, and clasped her tiny hands.

"Dear God, thank you for everything. Be with my Daddy, and Keith. Amen," Celia prayed. Brooke felt tears well in her eyes as she heard her little girl pray for her brother, screaming in the room across the hall.

"That was a very sweet prayer, Celia."

"Thank you," Celia said. "Good night Mommy, I love you."

"I love you too baby." Brooke flicked off the light, and closed the door. She walked across the hall, reached up to the top of the molding, fingering for the door key. She unlocked the door, lifted a sleeping Keith off the floor, and took him to the master bedroom, placing him on the right side of the bed, and covering him. Brooke slid off her jeans, unclasped her bra, and pulled her shirt over her head. She tugged a nightgown over her slender body, brushed her teeth, and slid in bed beside Keith. She kissed his hair, then quietly whispered a prayer that had so recently come from her daughter's lips, "Dear God, thank you for everything. Be with Lucas, and Keith. Amen."