Author's Note: Yes, another story from yours truly! I know you're all terribly excited. This is a future fanfic, which I realized that I've never written before! I was quite flabbergasted, myself. So, this is a Brooke-centric story (as all of mine are!), but there will be interaction from everyone in the TH gang. Please let me know what you think!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters.

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"Hello? Earth to Brooke Davis!"

The older brunette turns around after hearing her name being called, "Excuse me? When do you call me by my full name?"

"When you don't respond to 'Mom' or any variation there of. Did you forget you have a kid?"

"How could I forget with you yapping in my ear all the time?"

"I don't yap."

"Sure, you don't…"

Tree Hill's famous (or infamous?) Brooke Davis led an interesting life. She, along with her core group of friends, graduated from Tree Hill High School in 2007. Although independent for most of her life, going off to college proved more difficult than Brooke could've imagined. She fell back into old habits of hard partying and casual sex. During the second semester of her freshman year at UNC Chapel Hill, Brooke discovered she was pregnant.

Vivienne Elizabeth Davis was born on October 22, 2008 and Viv promptly became Brooke's first priority, her light, her life.

"I really don't yap!" Vivi insists.

"Viv, you're yapping right now. And I think it's cute, so don't worry."

With the help of her friends and various family members, Brooke was able to finish college with a degree in fashion merchandising. With this degree and her experience with Clothes Over Bros, Brooke was able to move to New York City and take a job as a buyer for Barney's New York. Settling down with a toddler anywhere is hard, but making New York a comfortable home was difficult for the young mother. Eventually, Brooke found close friends at her work and a sensible apartment in a relatively nice area of Manhattan.

The 14 year old girl decides to change the subject, "What's on the agenda for today?"

Brooke walks to the refrigerator and grabs three bottles of water, "It's you and me today. I have to check out some warehouses downtown and then help out Mara in the office. You can come with me to the warehouses, but you shouldn't come to the office", the mother hands a bottle of water to her daughter.

"Why not?"

Brooke sighs, "Not today, Viv. I have a shitload of work to do."

"Mother, you shouldn't curse."

"How am I sure you're my child?" Brooke asks teasingly, always confused as to how a pottymouth like her produced such a prude.

"I think the dimples, green eyes, and love of ice cream are all dead giveaways", says Vivi as she smiles, revealing a dimple identical to her mother's.

"Sure, maybe" Brooke smiles back and puts her finger in Vivi's dimple.

The younger girl grabs her mother's finger, shoving it away from her face, "Hey now! I need my personal space", she jumps off her stool and heads down the hall to her room, "I'm off to get dressed!" Vivi calls over her shoulder.

"We're leaving in an hour!"

"Fine!"

Brooke tosses the breakfast plates in the sink, telling herself that she'll do the dishes later. She continues puttering around the apartment for a few minutes before heading to her own bedroom to get dressed.

In Brooke's bedroom, various photographs are the only means of décor besides the requisite furniture. While pregnant, Brooke decided to take up photography; a hobby that has stayed with her over the years and then was passed on to her daughter. The pictures framed on the wall were mostly New York cityscapes and a few shows of Vivi over the years, in various places and poses.

Brooke walks to her favorite photograph, resting in a frame on her nightstand. This picture was taken ten years ago on an impromptu visit to Tree Hill. Vivi had just turned 4, and was posing outside the red door of Brooke's old house. Vivi's stuffed bunny, Ears dangled from her small hands. A tentative smile brightens her tired face. Brooke picks up the picture and holds it in her hands. A beat or two later, she jumps when Vivi's voice breaks the silence,

"Can I wear your pearls?"

Brooke sets the photo down and turns around, walking to her jewelry box, "Of course. You know the rules?"

Vivi stares blankly at her mother, "There's only one rule. Don't lose the jewelry."

"Correct! Need help?" Brooke asks, referring to getting the necklace around Vivi's neck.

"Yes, please!" Vivi turns around, pulling her light brown hair to the nape of her neck.

Brooke fastens the necklace on, "Alright, got it."

Vivi turns around so her mother can take in her outfit. The young teen wears a mint green eyelet dress, a cropped white cardigan, and white flip-flops. Fashion forward, yet still age appropriate.

"I gave you that dress, didn't I?" asks Brooke.

"Yeah, you said that it's from B/P and it wouldn't fit you anymore."

"What the heck does B/P mean?" a confused Brooke asks.

Vivi chuckles, "Before Pregnancy. Though, if you ask me, you look exactly the same as you did before you had me."

"Aw, you're sweet."

"It's true!" Vivi insists.

And it was true. Brooke is the envy of every mother she knows. At 33, she is still quite young but her body was probably even more fit now than it was in high school. And her beautiful face hadn't aged a day.

"You're not dressed", Vivi notes.

"Thank you, captain obvious!" Brooke pauses, "I was cleaning a little. Go watch TV or something. I'll be ready in 15 minutes."

Vivi rolls her eyes, "Yeah, right."

"Okay, a half hour!"

"I'll be in my room. Yell when you're ready", Vivi says as she leaves the room.

"I will, baby…" Brooke walks to her closet, stocked with enough clothes to clothe ten poor families. Luckily, Brooke knew that irony so she donated her clothes on a regular basis. Living in New York City had changed Brooke Davis. Becoming a mother changed Brooke Davis.

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Please review and let me know if you liked/disliked it. Also, I've always been terrible with tenses, so please disregard the clear tense issues.