So, a person reviewed this and said they wished it was a story. I currently am working on two stories, but figured I'd still have enough time for this too. And, I really love Brucas children, so I'm going to continue on with this storyline. I try to update daily, but it may take longer for this one. Ideas/Suggestions for the plot are always welcomed!

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I don't own One Tree Hill or any of the characters that appear on the show.

3/9/08: Small correction in the chapter. My new Beta, Brucas2006, pointed it out to me, so I corrected it.


As Brooke stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom, she thought of how she had changed in the past four years. She wondered how different her old high school friends' lives were. God knew that her life was completely different. When she was a little kid, her and Peyton would sit together planning out the rest of their lives. They would be best friends forever. Growing up to marrying rich, handsome men. They would live next door to each other and their kids would be best friends. Their days would be spent shopping together and reminiscing. The two even planned that Peyton's first kid would be a boy, and Brooke's a girl. The two would be best friends and fall madly in love, eventually marrying, and officially making Brooke and Peyton relatives. Brooke let out a tiny chuckle; they were so naïve then. Ten years ago they were a close as sisters, sharing every single secret. Ten years ago they giggled as the boys trying to impress them. Ten years ago they promised that they would never let a boy come between them. That promise held true until one young man spun both girls' worlds upside down. That guy was Lucas Scott.

Brooke thought back to how she saw her life when she was a kid. Well, she surely hadn't lived it out like she planned. Her and Peyton no longer talked. In fact, they hadn't talked in four years. She hadn't married a rich, attractive man. Hell, she hadn't even dated the last four years! She would sell her soul to the devil before having to live next to that cheating skank. Brooke no longer had the time to shop all day. She worked ungodly hours, and then came home and worked some more. And, their kids surely wouldn't be best friends and wind up married. At, least Brooke hoped not. She no longer wanted to have contact with that whore, much less have to admit she was related to her. Brooke made a mental note to tell her future children to stay away from anyone with the last name Sawyer. Or had she gotten married? Maybe it was Scott now? Brooke chuckled bitterly. It would only be right that the two lying cheaters would end up happily together. After all, the universe was just out to torture Brooke as much as possible. That was why after graduation, Brooke moved as far away from the couple as possible. She always got a sick to her stomach feeling whenever she saw the two together. Although, Brooke thought, it wasn't just that. She hated running into them everywhere. Stupid Peyton and Lucas! Stupid Tree Hill, population, like 15! Stupid Brooke for not knowing sooner! The two of them are probably still laughing at her for being so oblivious. No, no it isn't my fault, Brooke reminds herself. It's their fault, all their fault. They ruined everything. She no longer had the one man she ever loved and she lost her life-long best friend.

On the other hand, Brooke thought, my life isn't bad at all. Sure, I may not have Peyton in my life, or Lucas. Sure, I might not keep in contact much with Tutor Wife or Nate, or Mouth. But, hey I still have Rachel. She really has come through for me so many times, Brooke reflected.

Brooke deliberated if she would be were she was today, had it not been for Rachel Gatina. No, I would have never accomplished this much, the brunette said silently in her head. The fiery red head always kept Brooke on track, reassuring her, giving her a kick in the ass when she deserved it, and not putting up with her bullshit.

Tigger, as Haley often referred to her as, stopped a minute to soak in how her life after high school had been. She had finally accepted that she would have to marry a rich man to have the kind of money she grew up with, but after high school there was no way a wealthy bachelor would want her and all her baggage. Apparently, it just wasn't in the stars for Brooke Davis to lead a life full of glitz and glamour. She was always a diva, everyone knew it, and she agreed. However, Ms. Davis found her way to stardom. Slowly climbing the ladder of the fashion world, she made sure her name was never forgotten. The young woman went from no direction to controlling a multi-million dollar company. Her clothes were worn by many and coveted by even more. It was everything she thought that would ever really matter in her life. And, yet she was wrong again.

Brooke broke her gaze from her eggshell colored ceiling, to the place beside her in the bed. Still, these 4 years later she blamed Lucas. Blamed Lucas for cheating on her. Blamed Lucas for losing her best friend, although, he had help on that one. Blamed Lucas for ripping her heart into a million pieces, making it impossible to find ever single part. Blamed Lucas for making it not possible for her to trust another man. Blamed Lucas for her being unable to connect on an emotional level with any guy. Blamed Lucas for still having her heart. Damn you Lucas Eugene Scott, Brooke yelled in her head. Sure, she blamed Lucas everyday, and not always for things that were his fault. Hey, your day sucked? Blame Lucas. It rained when the news reporter said it would be sunny? Blame Lucas. You burnt the macaroni and cheese? Blame Lucas. Missed the first half hour of your all-time favorite show? Hell, go ahead and blame it on Lucas. God knows that it felt good and brightened her day just a tad more! But, there was one thing she would never, ever blame Lucas for, the guy sleeping next to her. His dark brown hair the color of cocoa, his flawless face bathed in light from the moon. She smiled, watching his chest rise and fall. Combing her hands through his hair, she couldn't help but think he was the ideal man, if there ever was on. She knew she could count on him to always be there for her. He would always be the one constant in her life. He made her life worth living after the whole Peyton and Lucas drama. He was perfect in every way. From the way his nose sloped down to his lips, and those bright blue eyes, he was gorgeous. This guy was unequaled to any other of the male population she had been with. She loved him like no other. Brooke treasured him, all 42 inches of him. He lay curled into her, his head resting on her chest. He brought out the best in her. The one thing she would never blame Lucas Scott for was this, her son. Her son that had eyes which matched his dads. She only prayed that he wouldn't receive his dad's cheating habits. Brooke vowed that she would teach him to be the best man out there. She'd ingrain in him to always act carefully where a girl's heart was involved; to treat women like gifts from God; to always respect women and what they stood for; and most importantly, if he finds an amazing girl, cherish her, and never, ever cheat on her with her best friend. He was what her world would always revolve around; he was her 4 year-old son, Brett Landon Davis, the only male able to soothe the aching in her heart that Lucas had caused. He was her pride and joy, and the one reason in the world that she was glad she had met Lucas Scott.