I haven't given up on my other story, but I have been struggling to get the next chapter written. I have the whole thing planned, and I know what I want to do with the whole story, I just can't get the next chapter written. So, if anyone would like to help me with it, feel free to PM me!

This is my new story, and it's kind of the complete opposite of my other one. I've been kind of obsessing over wanting to write a story with Brooke having a child in it lately, and I know this has been done a million times, but I really wanted to take a stab at doing it. Everything from seasons 1-4 have happened, except Brooke didn't go to California with Peyton after graduation. Anything else that will be different, will be worked out through the story.

I do not own One Tree Hill or any of its characters. If I did, I'm pretty sure Nathan and Lucas would be shirtless at least once an episode. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my take on a plot that's been used a million times.

The streets of New York City were crowded, just like any other normal day. But for some reason, that day didn't feel like it was going to be normal for Lucas. He sat back on the bench he was sitting on, and spread his arms out across the top of the backrest. New York City had a variety of different kind of cultures, and on a normal day, Lucas would just sit there to watch them all walk by, wondering if maybe he could see everyone that lived in New York City if he sat there long enough. Sometimes it helped to get inspired with an idea for a novel; sometimes he did it just to be more cultured. But that day, he was there, waiting for his book editor/fiancée. She was late, but she had called to tell him she would be late. And he really didn't mind.

Lindsey, his book editor/fiancée, had been a heaven sent for him. She'd come into his life at the exact moment he had needed her. It was right after the break up he'd had with Peyton, and right at the beginning of starting his new life. One that he was more than glad to share with her. She helped to get his first book published, and during that process, the two accidently fell in love with each other. And it was a simple love. There was no need for grand gestures, or extravagant offerings. It was just the two of them, happily, and contently, in love. They didn't have to live up to the expectations of having to be the soul mate for the other, because they were just simply in love with each other, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives that way.

His cell phone chirped through the material of his jeans pocket, and he reached in to fish it out. The screen read 'Lindsey', and subconsciously, he let a smile slip onto his lips. He pressed the green button before placing the phone onto his ear.

"You better be on your way," he greeted her.

"Lucas, I am so sorry," she spoke on the other end. "I've been tied up in another meeting. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get there. Why don't you just get us some take out and I'll meet you at my apartment?"

"I guess that's possible," he sighed, even though he wasn't that upset. "Although, I might have to visit my other fiancée, you know, the one that actually has time to spend with me," he joked.

"Ha ha, Lucas, you're so funny." Even though Lucas couldn't see her face, he knew she was rolling her eyes at him. "Not all of us can write beautiful books, and not have to work the other nine months out of the year."

"Okay, got me with that one," he laughed. "I'll pick something up for us, then, and I'll see you at your apartment."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

He pressed the end button on his phone, and then slipped it back into his pants pocket. Just as he was looking up, he saw a flash of someone he used to know. Or, at least, someone who looked a lot like someone he used to know. Out of curiosity, he stood and went towards the brunette he was once acquainted with. Her back was towards him, but he would know Brooke Davis anywhere. He lifted his hand to tap her shoulder, but she turned around before he could touch her. His eyes lit up when he saw it was really her; while her jaw practically dropped to the ground.

"Brooke Davis," he spoke through his smile. "It's been years," he pulled her into a hug. When he pulled back, he held her at arm's length, trying to get a good look of the girl he'd once been deeply in love with. "You really haven't changed a bit, have you? Still beautiful as ever, but of course, I knew that since your pictures are constantly on the covers of magazines. How have you been?"

"Good," she nodded her head, but she still looked tense, like she wasn't supposed to be seeing him. "And-and, you?" Brooke's mind was in a whirl, and it was getting harder to formulate complete thoughts. Was this really Lucas Scott standing in front of her? She hadn't seen him for a long time, four years to be exact, and she never thought she would ever see him again.

"I've been good, better than good," he beamed. "I can't believe it's been four years since we've talked or anything. You just disappeared after graduation."

"Obviously, I didn't, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here," she tried to joke, even though she could hardly breathe. She needed to get away from him, and very fast. "Look, Luke, it's nice seeing you again, but I'm really busy. We should get together and catch up sometime."

"Yeah, we should," he nodded his head. He was still holding onto her, otherwise she would have sprinted off before he got the chance to ask for her number, or her address or something. "What's your number?" Too late.

"I don't have any paper or a pen," she frowned, feigning disappointment. "I'm sorry to be such a jerk, Lucas, but I really have to go, I-"

"Mommy!" Came the shout that she wanted so much to hide from Lucas.

Lucas ignored the shout, because he'd never known Brooke to be a mommy, but she turned her head to the side to see her pride and joy running towards her. She smiled nervously at Lucas, and then turned towards her son.

"What's the matter, baby?" She bent down to his level.

Lucas stood back; shocked Brooke Davis was a mom. He thought, with her being as famous as she was, something like this would have been brought out into the open. He didn't even know she was married, or dating anyone for that matter. He wondered what else was different with Brooke Davis.

"That clown guy took my money but never gave me a balloon," he pouted. "He said I shouldn't have let the first one go, otherwise I would have had a balloon. But it wasn't my fault the balloon drifted into the air, mommy, really. It just slipped from my hand." As the little boy finished his explanation, he looked up towards Lucas, and gave him a puzzled look.

Brooke wanted to introduce her son to Lucas, but somehow the words got caught in her throat, and wouldn't come out.

"I'm Lucas," he spoke up, kneeling down in front of the kid. "I'm a friend of your mommy's, we went to high school together."

"I'm Aiden. She's my mommy and I've known her my whole life."

"Have you now?" Lucas chuckled. The kid was cute, to say the least, with piercing blue eyes, and shaggy golden brown hair. Lucas thought he looked similar to Jaimie, his nephew, but that had to be just a coincidence, right?

"Mmmmhmmm, and she's a good mommy, too."

"How old are you?" Lucas questioned. Aiden's blue eyes looked a little too familiar for him, and he was about the age where it was possible that the little boy could be his. But, Brooke would have told him if he had his child, right? It wasn't like they parted on bad terms or anything, so she would have no real reason to keep this little bit of information from him.

Brooke squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see what was playing out right in front of her. This had to be some sort of nightmare. Yeah, that was it, it couldn't have been happening in real life.

"I'm four," Aiden told Lucas, confirming all of the suspicions Lucas was thinking.

Lucas looked towards Brooke, who was now wearing a very guilty look on her face. Had she really hid his own son from him? No, that couldn't be possible. And for some reason, the thought that Lucas had about this not being a normal day crept back through him, only confirming his thoughts from earlier. He couldn't really be a dad and not know about it, right? Brooke did look awfully guilty, though.

"Lucas," Brooke began, fully intending on explaining everything.

"My daddy says for my next birthday I'm going to get a bike."

The two tense adults standing in front of the child released the breath they'd both been holding.

"That sounds pretty cool," Lucas smiled, being able to breath again. "Why don't you talk your mommy into letting me take you both for some ice cream?"

"No, Lucas, we can't, really," Brooke began, shaking her head. That was a close enough call without having to face more of them for the next however knows long.

"Really, Brooke, I'd like to catch up with you, and get to know your son, Aiden," Lucas pressed, straightening back up.

"Mommy, please," Aiden begged, never one to let an offer for ice cream go.

"No, honey, mommy has to get back to work. Lucas, I'm sorry, but right now is just too busy. Why don't you give me your number, and I'll call you sometime and we can catch up."

"Mommy, I want ice cream," Aiden whined.

"Aiden wants ice cream," Lucas wasn't backing down.

"You told me you owed me one when you accidently locked me in the house, remember?" Brooke blushed at the boy's comment. So she got a bit rushed sometimes, that didn't mean she was a horrible mom, right?

"It's just some ice cream," Lucas pointed out. "Besides, don't you own your company? That should mean you get to pick your hours."

"You're so not helping, Lucas."

"Yes he is!" Aiden shouted. "He's on my side!"

"Ugh, fine, but we can't stay for long."

"I can't believe you're a mom, Brooke Davis," Lucas smiled at her. Aiden had managed to talk his mother into letting him play in McDonalds playland for a while, leaving her alone with Lucas.

"I said that for the first three years," she chuckled, "now I'm getting the hang of it."

"It looks good on you." It was almost hard for Lucas to admit that, because at some point during high school, he always imagined Brooke having his child, not someone else's.

"Thank-you," she took a bite of her ice cream. "I read your book, Lucas, it was great."

"Thanks." There was an awkward silence while the two former lovers tried to think of something to say. It was unlike Brooke to feel awkward, or have a hard time trying to find something to say, but Lucas had always been able to pull out all of her different sides.

"What happened after graduation," Lucas let his curiosity get the best of him.

"I just had to get away," she shrugged.

"From what?"

"Everything. I started feeling all of this pressure to be an adult, and start my life, and it just got overwhelming, so I went away for awhile."

"I always asked Haley if she'd heard from you, but all she would say is that you were okay, or doing good. I didn't even know you had a kid, Brooke. Does anybody?"

"Yeah, Haley knows. So does Peyton."

"Oh."

"Whatever happened between you two?"

"Peyton and I?"

"Yeah."

"We just grew apart, I guess. Nothing big happened. We were living on different sides of the country, and when it got to the point where I just didn't miss her anymore, I knew it was over."

"Was it hard?"

"A little bit, but not as bad as I thought it would be." He wanted to add that it took longer for him to get over her, than Peyton, but he didn't think it was appropriate.

"So, who's the little man's dad?"

"You don't know him."

"Are you married?"

"No." She didn't want lie to him. She couldn't lie to him. So she prayed he quit asking questions about Aiden's father.

"Have you ever thought about going back to Tree Hill?"

"Millions of times."

"Why haven't you?"

"It's just never been the right time. What about you? What are you doing in New York?"

"My fiancée lives her. She's also my book editor."

"Oh, congratulations, Lucas, Haley never told me you were engaged."

"It's only been about two weeks now. We're going back to Tree Hill this weekend for the engagement party, you should come, and bring Aiden."

"I don't know if that's possible. With work and everything."

"You really should, Brooke Davis. I think Tree Hill probably misses you as much as you miss it."

"I don't know about that." Lucas' phone beeped, signaling her had a text message. He took it out, and read it before smiling apologetically at Brooke.

"It's been really nice catching up with you, Brooke, but I've got to get going. I'm supposed to be picking up take out for Lindsey and me. But, give me your number and I'll call you sometime so we can do this again. And I will be expecting you in Tree Hill."

Brooke rolled her eyes, but called out the numbers to her cell as he punched them into his phone. After everything was saved, and Lucas said bye to Brooke and Aiden, she was left to sit there by herself, and collect her thoughts. Had Lucas Scott really just come back into her life? That was something she really didn't see coming.

"Mommy," Aiden came up to her side.

"Yes, baby."

"Who was that man?"

"Somebody I used to know," she told him, and then thought. And your dad.