Author's Note: I'm baaaaaccccckkkkk!! Another Brucas fic, my 2nd. Sorry so soon after the first one but I guess I'm in a "writing mood" today. This one will sort of be different but still expect drama and angst. Hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to send feedback, comments or questions. Thanks...
Brooke Davis Scott worked for Sascha Naj Inc., one of the largest up and coming design firms on the East Coast. She held the title of Executive Administrative Assistant, the right hand woman for the President of the entire company which was a pretty big deal considering her young age of 25. The fast paced world of fashion with its designer clothes and high profile parties was right up the young woman's alley. She had worked her ass off for the company and was a dedicated employee. A lot of devotion, hard work, and countless late nights of over time had been put into a deal to secure a joint advertising account with Kennet It doesn't bother me or anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive", Brooke said as she flashed that million dollar dimpled smile.
Jessica reached for her custom engraved white gold cigarette lighter and lit up a Virginia Slim. The overpowering smell of the nicotine filled smoke enveloped the spacious room.
"So…Lucas still on you to quit?"
"But of course", Brooke said as she tried to sound annoyed but the very mention of her husband's name resulted in a mile wide grin that commanded her ent22, Jessica said as she put them away. "I totally forgot."
"It's okay. You go ahead, Jess. It doesn't bother me or anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive", Brooke said as she flashed that million dollar dimpled smile.
Jessica reached for her custom engraved white gold cigarette lighter and lit up a Virginia Slim. The overpowering smell of the nicotine filled smoke enveloped the spacious room.
"So…Lucas still on you to quit?"
"But of course", Brooke said as she tried to sound annoyed but the very mention of her husband's name resulted in a mile wide grin that commanded her entire face. "Luke is totally not digging the whole cigarette thing which is kind of funny considering that he used to smoke like a freight train when we were in college. He totally hates it now that he's pro. He's been nagging me to quit for the past two years even though I think it's only because my smoking makes him want to smoke. Anyway, now we finally have a reason that's worth quitting for."
"You guys are still trying, huh?" Jessica inquired.
"Yeah."
"Any luck yet?"
Brooke and her husband of three years, Lucas Scott, had been trying unsuccessfully to have a baby for the last year.
"Not yet but we're not giving up hope. We went to see a fertility specialist and they started me on treatments to stimulate my ovulation. Believe me, it's a bitch tracking all my cycles and taking my temperature on the basil thermometer several times a day. Every time I'm at a "peak" time, we have to drop everything and make love immediately", Brooke laughed. "I mean we're having a hell of a fun time trying but it kind of takes the spontaneous aspect out of sex. Also it would help things maybe if Luke wasn't on the road so much..."
Lucas Scott was a point guard for the New York Knicks. His job called for extensive traveling and it kept him away from home anywhere from two to five days out of the week, depending on basketball season and the schedule for away games. Even though he had just begun his third year as a professional, he was one of the most popular and beloved superstars in the NBA.
The story began some ten years earlier in a tiny North Carolina town called Tree Hill. It was sophomore year when Coach Brian "Whitey" Durham had recruited the talented young player for the Tree Hill High Ravens. It was small town legend how Lucas had come to play and almost immediately found himself in the midst of a bitter feud with Nathan Scott, his younger half brother by three months. The boys shared the same father along with a superior athletic pedigree but the similarities seemed to end there. Somehow and somewhere along the way, a common ground was developed and the two embraced each other as brothers. They proved to be a dynamic and unstoppable duo for three undefeated seasons as Ravens and four more glory years as UNC Tarheels. Both had been first round NBA draft picks right out of college, Lucas to New York and Nathan to Los Angeles as a Laker. Both had married their high school sweethearts (Brooke Davis and Haley James, respectively) and both had gone on to unprecedented popularity as the formidable Scott duo, scoring joint lucrative endorsements from Nike and McDonald's among others.
Brooke, the beautiful and dimpled proud trophy wife, had gone on to make her own way. Determined not to be just another Park Avenue socialite, the former cheerleader graduated from college and landed her first job as a Junior Executive Administrative Assistant for Eddie Bauer before moving on to a higher position at the newly launched Sascha Naj. They were the darlings of the New York social scene, rich, beautiful and successful. Brooke was more than happy with her new life but her husband's long and frequent absences were a hardship.
Jessica and Brooke sat at the desk finishing up the last few amendments and the smoke was getting to Brooke. Although the doctor had stated that the nicotine could affect her fertility, she couldn't resist. Just one little cigarette wouldn't possibly hurt and she had been doing so well. Just as she was about to give in to temptation, the telephone rang making both women nearly jump out of their seats.
"Naj Publicity. This is Mrs. Scott. "
"I love you, Mrs. Scott"
Brooke smiled and placed the cigarette back in its package.
"And I love you, too...wow, someone must be real bored", she giggled.
"Nah, I just miss my incredibly sexy wife. What are you up to?"
"Nothing much. Actually, you caught me in the nick of time. Jess and I were just finishing up on a very important report and after that I was heading over to the gym."
"Cool."
"So you'll be home Wednesday, right?"
"Yep, until Sunday. I can't wait, either. I have a big meeting with my agent about me and Nathan possibly getting our own shoe, if you can believe that one. After that, I just want to chill and maybe make it down to Connecticut so I can check out that new property you found in Greenwich. If it's as cool as you say it is, we can began the initial plans on building our dream house. Plus I kind of tweaked my shoulder the other night and I am sore as hell. I need to relax. I just want to lay around and hold you."
"Mmmmm", Brooke moaned. "Sounds terrific, Broody. Since we closed this account maybe I can take a few days off to accommodate you before I have to fly out to Miami to promote the new J. Lo summer line."
"Miami? Babe, you work too much. I swear with the money I bring in, you can quit your job and stay at home."
"And do what? Be bored out of mind all day? Luke, I love my job and you knew when you married me that I am so not the housewife type. Besides, I promised if and when the baby comes, then I will slow down for a while."
"Brooke..."
"Lucas, please. Let's not have this conversation right now. It isn't a good time and I don't feel much like arguing with you. Can we just drop it?"
Lucas sighed heavily into the phone.
"Sure, whatever. I didn't mean to start a fight."
"I know. Well look I have to run, okay? Call me later?"
"You bet. I love you, Cheery."
"Love you too, Broody."
Brooke smiled as she hung up the telephone.
"Mr. Wonderful on his way home?" Jessica asked.
"Day after tomorrow and I can't wait. He's been gone two days already and it feels like a lifetime. I really miss him, Jess."
"I know hon, but he'll be back before you know it. You know, Brooke, you are a very, very lucky woman. Lucas is a great guy."
Jessica was right. Lucas Scott was great and Brooke was well aware of just how lucky she was. The first time she noticed him was when he played his first game as a Raven. He the brooding, street-smart basketball player…she the flirty, wild head cheerleader. Who would have guessed from that first night when she hid naked in his back seat, that the two would have ended up married so many years later? Sure it started that she was bored and horny and he was a mysterious piece of fresh meat, but it developed into so much more. Lucas was different from other guys. He was smart and sweet and sensitive. He wasn't just looking to hop from bed to bed. He was the first person who had been interested, truly interested in her as a person.
Once at the beginning of junior year, Brooke had dragged her equally brooding best friend, Peyton Sawyer, to a college party at the local university. At the time it seemed to be harmless fun and a cool way to meet older, hot guys but the night took a drastic turn for the worse as some guy slipped the "date rape" drug in Peyton's drink. It was Brooke who stopped the incident from escalating into a full blown assault and afterwards she had ended up calling Lucas for help when Peyton had trouble staying awake. Brooke and Lucas weren't even friends at that point but she had called him because she knew he would come through. And he did. Together they took care of Peyton and casual conversation turned into five straight hours of them sitting in Peyton's room talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
He opened up to her about everything from his passion for basketball to his feelings about being abandoned by his father, Dan Scott. The chemistry between the two was undeniable and somewhere within the first hour Brooke realized this was someone she actually wanted to know as opposed to bedding the new jock just for bragging rights. That night was the beginning of more talks, phone calls, shared lunch in the school cafeteria that eventually turned into two wildly passionate and fun loving kids who became inseparable. They were the perfect compliment to one another…Brooke brought out Luke's spontaneous and crazy side while Lucas brought out the gold hearted, sensitive side buried under Brooke's shallow exterior. The relationship, which some would call a match made in Heaven, lasted throughout high school and on through college. Although they separated temporarily because of the distance (Lucas at UNC and Brooke attending East Carolina University) eventually they found their way back to one another. It was after the reception at Nathan and Haley's wedding when Best Man, Lucas, got down on one knee at midnight underneath a gazebo to propose to the love of his life. They were married four months later in an intimate ceremony on Wrightsville Beach. Lucas was drafted to the Knicks and he and Brooke moved into a trendy loft in the Tribecca section of New York while Nathan and his classical musician wife, Haley, bought a lavish estate in Brentwood. It had been bliss for everyone, ever since.