AN: Here's my shot at another story. Things have calmed down this year, so I think I might be able to hold up a story. You guys know my bad past with trying to do multi-chapter stories, so I'm sorry if I disappoint you guys. Just shoot me a PM if you feel like I'm slipping. Your feedback on my oneshot, Because Running is Always Easier, was amazing, and I love all of you for it :)

Everything's Changed
By: MissUnderstood92
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the ideas in my head :)

Her slender manicured fingers traced the leather on the couch she was sharing with her husband. She never missed even one of her weekly appointments. She was always there, Sunday evening at six o'clock. Brooke Davis-Scott was a girl who did things according to schedules. She even scheduled things that were unschedulable. If anyone messed up her schedule, there was definitely hell to pay. Anyone, that is, except for two people...well now, one person. She wasn't supposed to lose him. She was never supposed to lose him because he wasn't supposed to cheat and someone wasn't supposed to mess up the order. It should've been her first...then him. He was supposed to have everything, and she and her husband were supposed to look on with such pride that it was clearly evident how much they loved him.

He put his fist to his mouth as he cleared his throat, grabbing a sip of water from the table next to him. As he put the glass back in it's place, he leaned back into the black leather sofa, placing his hands on his thighs. Had it been six months ago, he wouldn't be on the very edge of the couch, keeping his hands to himself. He would have his wife in his arms, as close as they could possibly be without being on top of each other. But that all changed. He was writing when it happened. When he got the call that told him everything important in his life was hanging in the balance.

Everyone told her it wasn't her fault. He was just too small, and the impact was too strong. He was her Mattie. It was Lucas's idea to name him Matthew, and frankly, she hated the name because it wasn't original enough for her, but she loved calling him Mattie. It was the same with their other son, Georgie. No one else called them that but her and her husband. He was small, but that was her fault. Because of her petite frame, her son couldn't grow to a complete size. She didn't think much of it before, because it didn't matter how big he was. He was her little boy, but he was just too little.

Things hadn't been the same for them after Mattie died. He tried to convince her it wasn't her fault, but what was he supposed to say when she told him she was too small for their son? That he hadn't loved every second of her small body in his arms, and that she was wrong? That if she had been bigger, there was no possible way he could've gotten bigger? He couldn't. Because he didn't know. He couldn't argue something he didn't know. All he knew was they couldn't keep going on like this. There would be days when they wouldn't speak to each other, and the worst part was they still loved each other. They couldn't handle going through a divorce because they loved each other so much to the point where it hurt not to be in the same room as the other.

She wanted things to be okay between them. She wanted more than anything for them to make their family bigger, but she couldn't. She couldn't even sleep in the same room as Lucas anymore. He knew it, too. He slept on the sofa, while Georgie and Brooke slept in their bed. She didn't drive anymore either. She didn't even go out in the rain. Even if she wasn't driving, she refused. She didn't let Georgie out of her sight either.

Why don't you two try sleeping in the same bed tonight? We really are progressing here, even if you guys don't think so, but the progress has to move further than just this room.

He looked to his right, and Brooke to her left, and their eyes caught the other's. He saw her nod ever so slightly, and he looked back at the therapist, nodding his head. "We'll try it" He said simply, getting up from the couch, with his wife getting up after him. They walked out to their car, Brooke opening the door and sliding in at the same time as Lucas. After about five minutes of driving to his mother's house to pick up Georgie, Lucas took a plunge. He moved his hand over the middle console, putting it on her hand. He felt her flinch to move away, and for a split second, he was disappointed, but then she changed her mind and kept it there. He closed his hand a bit around hers, in a way that said 'I'll always protect you'. "I shouldn't have taken him with me" She whispered softly. "He was only a month old. I should've left him with you and Georgie." She finished, her eyes beginning to glaze over. "Baby, it wasn't your fault. It was his. And now, he's locked away, rotting in prison with the fact that he killed one of his grandchildren on his conscience." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

Brooke nodded, she didn't want to fight with him about it today. They were doing pretty well today, and she didn't want to ruin it. When they reached his mother's house, Brooke reached for the door. "I'll get him. You wait here" She left the car, walking into her husband's childhood home. "Karen?" She called. "Hey sweetie. How was it?" Brooke gave the older woman a half smile. "Better than the others. Where's Georgie?" She raised an eyebrow, searching the house for her seven month old. "He's upstairs, should be waking up from his nap, actually" Brooke nodded, walking up the stairs and walking toward Lucas's old crib, which had also been used for his younger sister, Lily. "Hey buddy" She smiled softly, lifting him into her arms. She grabbed his stuff, giving Karen a short wave as she left the house, settling into the backseat with Georgie still in her arms.

That night, when Brooke and Lucas were going to bed, she was about to bring Georgie in with her to their room, but instead decided to put him into his own room that night. All of Mattie's things had been moved to Karen's house, put safely away in a special place for him in Lucas's old room. She gently placed her son down in his crib, kissing his forehead lightly as she pulled his blanket over him. "Night George Davis Scott" She whispered softly. She rested her hands on the side of the whitewashed crib as she watched him sleep, his small chest rising and falling in a slow, even rhythm.

She hadn't slept in three days, let alone do anything she was supposed to. She missed her hair appointment because it was time for the boys' naps. She never left their side when they slept. She was adament when it came to watching her sons sleep. She needed to be there in case one of them woke up, so that they wouldn't wake up their brother. Lucas would find her hunched over in the rocking chair sometimes, with both boys asleep in her arms. It really was the cutest sight he had ever seen.

"You know you don't need to watch them, right Pretty Girl? I mean, that's what the baby monitor is for" He smirked, nodding toward the small white walkie-talkie looking contraption in his hand

"I know, but I want to be the first thing they see when they wake up" She shrugged like it was nothing."Plus, if one of them wakes up, I don't want them waking up the other" She stood up, walking from the rocker to each baby's crib, placing each one in his own. "Goodnight George Davis Scott" She whispered, leaning down and kissing his forehead lightly. "Goodnight Matthew James Scott" She did the same thing as she did to George to his brother, walking over to Lucas and leaning her back against his chest as his hands found their way to her hips.

"Come on babe, come to bed with me. You haven't slept in three days" He pulled her a bit in the direction of the door, but she stood her ground, shaking her head.

"Can we sleep in here?" She asked, her hazel-green eyes shining in the moonlight.

He couldn't say no to those eyes. He nodded defeatedly, walking out of the room and bringing back a couple blankets and pillows for them to sleep on and under. Brooke helped him spread them out on the blue carpeted floor and laid down next to him, curling into his arms. "I love you" She murmured into his chest, as he rested his chin on her head. "I love you too babe"

The memory brought tears to her eyes, one falling to the soft blue blanket her son was wrapped in. She missed those days. They spent so many of their days asleep on top of a couple blankets right where she was standing. He would do anything for her, and she knew it. She knew he wanted to help her, and she knew she wanted to be helped, but she was just hurting. She'd been hurting for the last six months, and she would be hurting for longer still. It's all part of the healing process, Brooke. Her therapist told her. How long was this process supposed to take? Because she didn't want to be like this forever.

He hadn't written in six months. He just couldn't find any inspiration. Normally he found inspiration in his wife. In the one girl who was always happy, and never sad. But now, she was normally not her cheery self. Who could blame her? But with her happiness, went his inspiration. She walked out of the bathroom and into the bed, clad in his t-shirt and her underwear. He had his pajama pants on, his shirt discarded. He laid down, and Brooke instantly curled into his body. "I miss Mattie" She murmured. It was the first time she actually said his name out loud in six months. Normally, they referred to their lost son as "him". "I miss him too Brooke, but he would want us to be happy" Lucas put his arm around her body. "He was a month old, I don't think he knew what he wanted" She countered, a soft "sorry" escaping her lips after. He shook his head "It's fine. Brooke, do you still love me?" He sounded like a two year old when he asked her the question.

"Of course I do Luke" She looked up at him in confusion "I just need time" He nodded, pulling her closer to him. "Then that's what you'll get" He stated simply, ending the conversation. He would do anything and everything for her, and he was going to. He owed her that much.

There it is. Tell me what you think. Should I continue it? This is my first semi-serious fanfic, so tell me how I did :)
Sidenote: This is like the longest I've ever written for fanfiction :D