Hey, this story is for red lightning. This entire idea is all hers and I'm just the writer, she's the one who really thought this all up. I just hope everyone likes and appreciates it. Really, though, no one be too mean or anything cause this story is purely fiction. Please review and give me any advice if you have ideas or want to help.
Chapter 1- Little Green
This is wrong. No, wrong isn't the right word; fucked up. Yeah, now that's the perfect word to describe this. Fucked up. Plain and simple. That's what this is. It's not fair or right. Then again, life isn't always fair; good doesn't always conquer over evil. That's just how it is, sometimes. But, deep down Angelina Young knows this is so wrong. She knows that she's messing with this poor baby girl's childhood. It isn't fair, though. Her parents need this money. They can't stay in the nursing home without a certain amount of money and it's up to Angelina to provide for them. She has to do this. It's either this or her parents won't be able to get the care and attention they desperately need.
Doing this is wrong, Angelina knowsand understand that. She does. Honest to God, she does. But, sometimes knowing isn't enough. Sometimes things just happen cause that's how life is. Life isn't easy and neither is being a villain. The young nurse eyes the adorable infant, squirming uncontrollably in her arms. The baby girl is absolutely beautiful with creamy white skin and innocent green eyes; it's almost as though, all of life's horrors haven't reached her.
An older woman blinks tiredly as she sums up the nervous nurse. Poor girl. This must be her first time dealing with absentee parents. "Hello, are you the nurse who called about an abandoned infant?" the gray haired woman asked gently and sounding rather sure of herself.
Angelina nods, her eyes glued to the beguiling child; she shouldn't be doing this. She can turn around right now or say this is all a mistake and that this baby's parents actually do what her. "I'm Claire Downing, with Family and Child Services in Charlotte, North Carolina." Claire runs a hand through her graying black hair, all the while offering the confused nurse a patient grin. "She's quite beautiful, did the parents name her?" Throughout her career, Claire has had to misfortune of naming perhaps two young infants; Henry John and and Emma Louise.
Pitying the child's future, Angelina tries to remember the name Brooke Davis was babbling about, before she gave birth. "Samantha Peyton" Angelina concluded as Claire nods sincerely; she was hoping the parents would give this beautiful girl a name. Samantha is a rather gorgeous name too, her adoptive parents could nick-name her Sam or Sammy.
For two seconds there's silence and then, "No, last name?" Claire knows the drill, the young teenagers like to keep their names out of it. However, they don't realize just how much this will hurt their child later in life. Perhaps, it's for the best, but still; everyone likes to know where they came from.
"The parents wanted to leave that out" Angelina lied.
"Well, I still need some information regarding them. What were her legal guardians' names? You can inform them that piece of information will only be in Samantha's file, so they don't need to worry" Claire stated with slight impatience trickling into her tone.
Angelina presses her lips together, tightly. "Brooke Davis and Liam Walker, but they don't want to be contacted." Her remark doesn't surprise Claire, she's heard this same song and dance countless times. History, it seems, is always repeating itself; no matter the circumstances, history won't stop churning out to be the same scenarios that usually end sadly.
"I see, well that's all I need." Claire takes Samantha out of Angelina's arms and starts out of the hospital.
"Wait." A lanky, young man with curly black hair steps in between Angelina and Claire looknig confused and slightly peturbed. Normally a man of his height would be considered abnormally tall, but his stature works for him. He's tall, but looks kind-hearted and gentle. "No, Brooke said she wanted to keep the baby. That's why I thought...she doesn't want her?" He sounds positively devastated by this news, he and Brooke talked all last week about this. She said she'd keep the baby and he could be the fun uncle.
"No." Angelina hopes the tall boy will leave and take his annoying questions with him. He seems to know Brooke and Angelina can't have anyone knowing what is going on or else the money won't reach her bank account.
"But, she promised." The curly headed man takes a deep breath as he stares at his little niece with sadness flickering in his eyes. He knows what he has to do. He has to do right by his brother's kid. Hell, she's his niece. "What about me? I'm the baby's uncle, can't I take her?" he asked as he hesitantly reaches for the little girl who stares at him with Brooke's large green eyes. Matthew resists the growing urge to gasp at them, she looks so much like Brooke; it's scary.
Claire asked, "You're Brooke's brother?"
"No, I'm Liam Walker's brother, Matthew Walker." Matthew hastily shows them his license and college identification card. "I'm twenty four years old. I have a steady job and an apartment in Charlotte. I could take custody of the baby." He knows he most likely sounds like a crazed child kidnapper, but this baby is his only family. He doesn't speak with his father or brother and his mother died when he was young.
"I see." Claire smiles tightly. "I suppose pending a blood test, you could apply to adopt the baby." Matthew fails to mention that he also has two roommates, whom don't know anything about children either, but he's almost certain Rosie and Todd won't mind. Rosie is looking into becoming an elementary teacher and Todd has four younger siblings. They can do this.
Matthew sounds hopeful, he has to do this. The baby is his family and family looks out for each other, no matter what. "Can I do the blood test, right now?" The young man can see hesitance flicker through Claire's eyes, but she sighs and nods.
"It's rather unusual, but I'm sure seeing as to how we're in a hospital it can easily be done" Claire stated as she waves over several young interns. "Matthew, if you decide to take custody of Samantha. Are you sure you'll be able to handle the responsibilities that are attached to that? Will you be able to be a parent to her? I know this may be hard, but after you sign these documents. You will legally, be her parent. Can you do that?" Meaning, can you step up? Matthew hasn't always been known for being a guy people rely on, but he'll do his best by this kid.
"One hundred percent" Matthew promised lifting the baby into his arms and cradling her like a football. He still can't believe Brooke decided she didn't want to keep his poor niece. Matthew knew his punk little brother didn't want her, but Brooke's supposed to be the better person. She's supposed to be the person who steps up and is loyal, no matter what. "Her name's Samantha?" He overheard Brooke, Haley, and Peyton gushing about names a few months ago. Peyton liked Elizabeth and Haley thought Lydia or Grace were pretty, but Brooke stayed adamant with Samantha.
"Samantha Peyton" Claire informed him, causing a half-smile to edge it's way on Matthew's young face. Peyton would've loved that. She probably would've bragged about it forever and called Samantha by her full name. Guess that's not how things are going to work out now. Haley and Peyton probably know about Brooke's decision and don't want to be bothered. Maybe he can talk to Haley, she's due in a few months. Matthew shakes his head. No, he can't talk to anyone from Brooke's past, he can't have Brooke Davis pissed at him.
"That's pretty, she's beautiful. Don't you think? A little angel." He grins as he plays with one of her small fingers. "Samantha Peyton Walker" he mused as he walks into the elevator with Claire while Angelina watches looking extremely anxious. At least, little Samantha's with family. But, Victoria Davis cannot under any circumstances find out about this. No way in hell. Victoria would take back her money and Angelina can't have that. At least this way, everything sort of worked out. Everyone's kind of happy.
Brooke leans into the cushions and closes her eyes. This isn't fair. She was told her baby girl was healthy. But, apparently there can be complications. The birth went alright. Well, she thought it went fine. As much as labor can be, but Doctor Smith explained that sometimes things go wrong. Only, Brooke distinctly remembers doing everything right. She ate fruit and jogged as much as she could. Hell, she still practiced with the Ravens everyday until her ankles burned. The eighteen year old thought that she did what she was supposed to.
Victoria tried to console her, but as usual Brooke pushed her away. And being the woman she is, Victoria left. She left the hospital and decided now was the perfect time to start working on the company for her daughter. Yes. Victoria knows this is wrong. Of course, she knows, but everyone wants a baby. The little girl will probably get adopted in a matter of seconds. From what Victoria saw, the child is rather beguiling and has large green eyes. Oh, who wouldn't want an adorable baby like that? All Victoria can do is hope she doesn't have colic. Brooke had colic. About four weeks after they brought her home, Victoria hired two nannies; one for the day and another for night. It's easier to stay farther away. That way personal attachments don't form.
"How...this isn't fair, Tutor Girl. I did everything right. I did. You know, I did" Brooke rambled, more to herself than Haley, who nods sympathetically. Because they both got pregnant, the two became a team and vowed to raise their children as best friends. Haley guesses that can't happen now. Peyton used to joke about getting knocked up, just to fit in around the two pregnant women.
"I know." Haley sits beside her and strokes her friend's mussed locks. She feels a bit awkward that Brooke doesn't have a child and yet, here she is, with her sort of chunky belly basically rubbing it in her face. "Everything's gonna be okay, Brooke." Haley doesn't know why she said that. Brooke really seemed to cling to the thought of having a child. Most would feel worried or angry, but Brooke grew to love it; she saw this baby as the Rory to her Lorelai.
"No, nothing's okay. My baby girl is gone. I never even got to be her Mama. This isn't fair. I did everything those stupid books said. I stayed away from junk food and I ate healthy. Well, except when we ate splurged and had tacos, but that was once...I did it right" Brooke sobbed as she briefly wonders what her daughter would've been like. Would she have been a smart ass like Liam or a prom queen like herself? Maybe a mix of both, Brooke didn't like the idea of having Liam's child, but she grew to love the idea of having a daughter. A little girl she could dress up and someone that would always be there for her.
"B. Davis, this may feel like the world's crashing down, but Haley's right. We'll get through this" Peyton promised meaningfully. Over the years, she's never really seen Brooke break down. Usually, Brooke wears a mask of courage and keeps it all inside. She holds it all in while everyone else is crumbling. She's the girl nobody ever thought would cry.
Brooke whispered shakily, "it wasn't supposed to be like this. Right now, I'm supposed to be arguing with you guys over baby names. We're supposed to be laughing and cooing at my baby girl. I...I-I didn't even get to be her Mama."
"Shh, shh." The friends wrap their arms around one another and let Brooke sob. That's what she needs to do right now. She needs to give it a good cry. Haley and Peyton exchange looks, they both don't know what they'd do if the same thing happened to them. Peyton knows she'd feel as though the world was screwing her over and Haley would probably take it out on the rest of the world, but Brooke...Brooke likes to bare things with a shaky smile. "It'll get better."
The brunette nods, but on the inside she doesn't believe that. How can this get better? She may have more children in the future, but nothing will ever replace the child she lost. The little princess who was supposed to be in her life. No. This isn't fair. She's supposed to have this one good thing, so it can counter out all the shit that's happened in her life. This isn't right.