A/N: This was originally the very start to a story, but I decided against writing the rest after I lost interest. But I liked this part, lol. It's more than a drabble and less than a O/S...
I do not own OTH or it's characters, only what I do to them. :) Oh, as well as any and all mistakes, as it's unbeta'd. Enjoy!
"Yay, baby!" Brooke squeals, reaching her arms out. "Gimme!"
Lucas gratefully hands over his three month-old bundle to her aunt, stepping around the brunette to drop the diaper bag on the couch. "Okay, everything you need should be in here. Bottles, diapers, extra clothes..."
Brooke looks up from cooing at the baby to roll her eyes. "Hey. I'm a designer...you didn't have to bring some, because I have tons of extra baby samples to try on Miss Sawyer Brooke Scott." The last part was directed to the infant girl who only blinked up at the face above her, uninterested.
Lucas rolls his own eyes. "Please don't go all clothes crazy on her Brooke. She's just a baby."
She ignores that statement, choosing instead to continue her conversation with the infant in her arms. "You're going to look so pretty, and Aunt Brooke's gonna take lots of pictures to show your mommy, yes we are. We're gonna have lots of fun, aren't we, Baby Brooke…"
The baby's face scrunches up a little, making Lucas snicker. "Yeah, you're probably just going to make her cry."
"Whatever." The brunette pointedly glances at the front door. "We'll call if we need you, but we probably won't."
He shakes his head lightly and smirks to himself. He'd love to be a fly on the wall when Sawyer gets fussy and Brooke changes her tune. But he'd be nice. His entire day alone with Peyton depends on it. "Oh, here. If it gets very bad, this usually works perfectly."
He hands her a small tape recorder, which she takes and eyes curiously. "What's on it?"
"Peyton." Luke turns sheepish. "I found out that she's so used to Peyton talking to her, she fusses more when she's alone with anyone else for a longer length of time. So this way, she settles a little easier."
Brooke sends him a look of disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"
"Nope." He laughs. "And don't bother with the jokes. I already hear a lot from Skillz about carrying my wife around in my pocket just in case of emergencies."
The fashion designer throws back her head and laughs loudly. She's still laughing when he frowns at her, kisses his daughter goodbye, and lets himself out the house. Brooke looks down at the baby and makes a funny face, saying how silly the girl's parents are. The baby lets out a gurgle Brooke decides to take as agreement.
"Okay, little miss," She coos as she wanders towards her bedroom. "What outfit do you want to try on first?"