Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at a Brucas fanfic, so be nice. This idea came to me, so I figured I'd write it down.

A few things you need to know: Brooke left junior year (Season 3). When she left, she was pregnant, but didn't tell anyone. Victoria helped Brooke, but told her to keep the child secret for the sake of Brooke's budding company. When Peyton and Lucas broke up, Peyton came to apologized to Brooke and found out about her daughter. So Brooke and Peyton became friends again.

Skips forward almost five years later. The beginning of season 5, Lucas is dating Lindsay. Same thing with the Nathan and Haley drama. Peyton is in LA.

Brooke is in New York, raising her five year old daughter, all while being the owner of her multi-million dollar company, Clothes over Bros.

I don't own One Tree Hill, only Isabella Davis

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Brooke hit her alarm clock. She looked at the time 6:30, she tiredly got out of bed. She had been up late at a fashion show the night before, and didn't get to bed until midnight. But she couldn't sleep in, she had a meeting with the company at eight, and still had to get her daughter up and ready.

So she got herself showered and dressed for the day. When she finished her makeup and hair, she walked across the hall of her luxurious New York apartment, and into her five year old daughter's bedroom. She turned on the light, and went over to her bed. She smiled, seeing her daughter's sleeping peacefully. She sat on her bed, and gently shook her. "Bella, time to get up" she said, in a warm motherly tone.

"Too early" the five year old mumbled back, trying to hide under the covers.

"Come on" Brooke coaxed, "Bella". But Isabella kept hiding under the covers, and started laughing.

"Isabella Davis" Brooke laughed, pulling the covers back, and revealed her giggling daughter. "What's so funny missy?" she asked, while tickling Isabella.

"Mama, stop" Isabella laughed. Brooke stopped, and Isabella looked at her and smile. Isabella had Brooke's brown hair and bubbly personality, but she had gotten her father's fierce blue eyes, and signature smile. Whenever Brooke looked those baby blue eyes, she saw her first love. The boy she hadn't seen in five years. The boy she had ran away from.

"Good morning, lovey" she said, giving her a hug.

Isabella hugged her mom back, "Morning Mama".

"Alright" Brooke said, standing up. "You need to get dressed, and I'm going to get your breakfast ready".

"But mommy, I'm too tired" Isabella sighed.

"Well if you hurry, we can stop Starbucks and get you breakfast" Brooke bribed, knowing that was Isabella's favorite breakfast.

"Really?"

"Yep, now hurry" she laughed, leaving the room.

"Baby Davis, what's taking so long?"

"I'm coming" Isabella said, coming out of her room. She was wearing a pink skirt, a white shirt with a design on it, and silver sandals. She was the spitting image of her mother.

"All ready?" Brooke asked, holding out Isabella's purse. She was taking Isabella to her daycare. She went to one of the most expensive daycare in New York. But Brooke also had nannies for her, to take care of her when she had events or public relations she had to go to.

"Yeah" she took her B. Davis purse from Brooke. "So I was thinking" Brooke suggested, "That we could go to central park after my meeting?"

"Can we go down the slide?" Isabella asked.

"Yep"

"Yay!" she shrieked. Brooke winced at the high pitched-ness. "Ok, ok. Let's get moving" Brooke said, guiding her five year old out of the apartment.

Brooke was sitting at her desk, looking over sketches for the fall line they were about to premiere, when Millie came in her office. "Isabella's daycare called" she announced.

"What did they say?"

"They raised the monthly price again, but it's ok. I sent them a check, and took care of it" she said. Millie knew all about Isabella, she was the one that took care of all Isabella's needs regarding daycare and school, but she also made sure that the public didn't know about her.

"Thanks Millie" Brooke smiled, what would she do without Millie.

"Oh, and here" she said, handing Brooke a portfolio, "Here are the finished sketches for your meeting at noon". Brooke looked up at her confused. "What presentation?"

"The one with the CEO of…" she was looking through the file in her hand.

"Millie! I was going to take Bella to central park this afternoon" Brooke protested.

"But Victoria scheduled this. She took me that under no circumstances that you miss it"

"Agh! Fine" Brooke sighed, but she felt terrible about letting Bella down. She was really looking forward to spending some time with her daughter, and getting away from work for an afternoon, but that would have to wait.

Brooke and Victoria sat in the limo. They had just left Brooke's 'date' on a sidewalk, after they had gone to a movie premiere. Victoria was talking about the company, but Brooke's mind was on her daughter.

"We have an important meeting tomorrow morning at seven-thirty" Victoria informed.

"Mom" Brooke protested, "I was going to take the morning off. I've barely spent any time with Bella this week"

"She's fine. You have that nanny, remember"

"I don't want her being raised by a nanny"

"Why" Victoria more stated than asked, "You had a nanny, and look how you turned out. You own your multi-million dollar company at twenty-one"

"She needs a mom". If anything, Brooke had always tried to be there for Isabella. She tried to be the best parent for her, nothing Brooke had as a child. Brooke didn't want Isabella to only have a nanny. But with her crazy work schedule, and having to be an event practically every night, Brooke relied on nannies a lot.

"Brooke, you have to be there" Victoria said, closing the subject. Brooke just sighed, and looked out the window at the night life in New York City.

When Brooke walked into her apartment, it was almost eleven. She saw Isabella sitting on the couch, in her pajamas, watching a movie. It wasn't shocking to Brooke that Isabella wasn't in bed, Bella would often be up late, waiting for her Mama to come home. So Brooke set her bags down, and walked farther into the apartment. "Why isn't she in bed?" Brooke asked the nanny Rosalie.

"Miss Isabella refused. She insisted that you put her to bed"

"Alright, I'll take care of it"

"What time do you need me here tomorrow?"

Brooke thought about her meeting in the morning. Though she didn't want to go, Victoria would have her neck if she didn't show. "Seven"

"See you at seven, Ms. Davis. Goodnight" Rosalie said, getting her bag.

When the nanny left, Brooke walked over to Isabella. She grabbed the remote off the couch, and turned off the movie.

"Mommy" Isabella whined, "It wasn't over yet"

"Bedtime"

"Mom" she protested.

"Nope, none of that" Brooke said, picking her up. "Come on Bella, its bedtime" she carried her in Isabella's room. Brooke laid Bella under her covers, and then went on the other side, and laid down beside her. This was her and Isabella's time special time they had together. "So how was your day, Baby Davis?"

"Good, we painted today"

"Oh' did you make me a picture?"

"Ah huh" she answered, playing with Brooke's bracelet. It was quiet between them for a moment, Brooke was trying to relax from the stress of work, and Isabella was looking at the diamond in the bracelet. "Mama" Isabella said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah sweetie"

"Why didn't we go to the park?" she asked innocently.

"Honey I'm sorry. You know—"

"You had work" Isabella finished, that's what her mama always said.

Brooke felt her heart drop. She knew that she told Isabella that often, too often. Was she turning into her mother? Never having time for her daughter, and being at work all the time.

Well she knew right then and there that she and Isabella needed to take a vacation, get away from the company for a little while. Have some mommy-daughter time. And Brooke knew the exact place she wanted to go.

Tree Hill.

This chapter was more showing how Brooke and Isabella's life is like in New York. Should I continue? Please Review!