Based on events in One Tree Hill episode 8x22

Disclaimer: I do not own OTH or the characters. Just my ideas about the stuff that got left out of the season 8 finale.

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We've Been Waiting For You

Brooke's POV

I crept out of bed trying my best not to wake Julian. And that was a hard feat for a whale-like creature such as myself.

Yes, I had surpassed the seven month mark of my pregnancy just this past week. Julian and I had stood in the nearly completed baby's room, in front of that chart he loved so much. He had kneeled down and traced my ever growing belly, making the waves on the chart even more exagerated as we moved from left to right. Then Julian did what he loved to do so much, he wrapped the measuring tape around my used-to-be-toned, nonexistent waist and measured me. I hated knowing a number, but it gave me butterflies when his fingers grazed my popped bellybutton in the front as he called out the biggest number to date. Ugh, just when I thought my skin couldn't expand anymore, I had grown another two inches outward. He let the yellow tape drop on one side and left his empty hand on my belly. I knew what he was waiting for as he gave me that speach about how no one deserved this miracle more than me. I smiled at his words, but also the fact that, like clockwork, the twins started moving around and kicking inside my maxed out womb. I would bet anything that they knew their daddy was there. They always did that when he touched my belly. And we both loved it.

Anyways, I crept out of bed and did my best to shower and dress myself in something more than stretchy yoga pants and Julian's sweatshirts. I knew Julian was exhausted from finishing putting the two cribs and rocking chair and changing table together last night, God love him, but it must have really knocked him out. Otherwise, there was no way he was letting me out of the house when I had work on my mind.

Okay, fine. It was true that my OB told me to take it easy and not work. But NO! I was not on bedrest, although Julian apparently had heard that I was or something. He wanted me to sit around and do nothing. But I just couldn't. I was just going to go help Haley for a little while. Nothing big. It was no big deal.

Julian's POV

She fell.

Holy shit.

First I wake up and she's gone. To the cafe, I was sure. Okay, that's fine, no big deal. But then I get that horrible phone call. The one where you just want to crawl up in a ball and die but you don't have time to do that because you now have to drive to the hospital like a crazy bat out of hell to get to the ones you love who are at risk. Yes. That was me now.

My family was in trouble.

How the hell did this happen? How did I let this happen!

Haley warned Brooke to take it easy. The doctor told her specifically too. I told her working was out of the question. It's not like we need money. I make movies for cry out loud. She read the reviews herself, Seven Dreams 'Till Tuesday was a hit. But she wouldn't just do nothing, she's Brooke Davis remember. If anything, she was only supposed to go to help Haley with the cash register or with paperwork. NOT with any physical labor. And I'm sure Haley never told her or would have knowingly allowed her to do that either. But we all know Brooke. She gets one thing in her mind and there's no stopping her.

I should have hid all her heels like I wanted too. At least then she would have bugged me for them back long enough to waste this whole day and then she wouldn't have gone to the cafe at all.

And then she wouldn't have fallen.

She fell off a stool, in heels, with a big bag of flour on top of her, while she was seven and a half months pregnant with our boys.

How the hell did I let this happen?

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Brooke

Oh God. What did I do!

This is what I wished for. To be pregnant.

And I am. I was.

I got my miracle with Julian and it actually turned into two. Two beautiful developing babies that depended on me to take care of them. But no. I had to be stubborn and put their lives at risk.

I don't remember hitting the ground. I remember slipping and then waking up in an ambulance. I was overwhelmed by the EMTs who had strapped me to a stretcher as best they could and were now pumping IV meds into my hand. Haley was by my left side trying to soothe me but her words made no effort to help me since the only part I focused on was the stream of tears pouring from her scared eyes. But the thing that creeped me out most of all was that they had ripped off my black tights and heels and one of the female EMTs was practically up my skirt for some reason. And then I figured it out. A few seconds later that woman's hand emerged with a blood covered towl. Fuck. That wasn't good.

I immediately started thrashing and crying. They tried to calm me down but that wasn't happening. I wanted Julian. And I wanted these babies to be okay. I had caused this. And that just ripped me to shreads inside and out.

As we neared the hospital, they knocked me out with some powerful stuff and I went into an emergency C-section delivery soon after we reached the ER because one or both of the babies was in distress. And obviously my blood pressure was through the roof because of this as well. It was the scariest thing I've ever gone through. Even worse than when I had almost drowned before too. When I begged them to wait for Julian, they said they couldn't wait. They said it would take too long for an epidural to work so I couldn't be conscious for the birth either. I was put under general anestesia and was intubated for the delivery.

When I woke up, my eyes were so heavy but besides that I felt lighter. That was probably because I had just lost just about eight pounds of baby. I could barely keep my eyes open as I babbled on and on to the nurses around me. I don't know if a clear sentence came out, but they knew what I was getting at. The went to find Julian who I'm sure was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. He bounded into my room as soon as they would let him.

"Brooke...baby I'm right here." He grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry." I told him. He shushed me right away.

"No it's okay. You did great."

"Are they okay?" I knew the answer would either kill me or make me the happiest woman on the planet.

"Our sons are here." I let out a big breath when I heard him say that. "And you're here. Our family's gunna be just fine. I promise."

Before I could say anything else, he leaned up and kissed my forehead. And all I could do was lie there, helpless. My eyes were doing that heavy thing again, and I just succumbed to it. As long as my baby boys were going to be alright.

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Julian

I left Brooke to sleep off her anestesia and I went to find my sons.

Yes, I now had two sons. I could barely believe it.

The nurse showed my where they were and I went and stood between their incubators. They were so tiny, but I knew they were going to be big and tall like me one day.

"Hi guys, it's Daddy." I paused. "I like the sound of that."

I knelt down as I talked to them for the first time. It was hard to speak without crying, but I had to be strong for them now when Brooke couldn't at the moment. All three of them needed me now. I looked back and forth as I spoke, trying to split my time equally with both of them, but failing miserably I'm sure. But I guess I'll get used to that since I would have two twin sons to split my time between for the rest of my life. And I couldn't do wrong by them like my father did. I swear that won't happen.

I talked to them about not being scared of all the tubes and wires and medical stuff that surrounded them. I knew they were strong boys, so I was kind of saying all that stuff for me. Because it did freak me out a lot. I didn't know if they could breathe on their own, but I'm thinking no since they had tubes down their throats now. I wondered if Brooke would be able to nurse like she wanted to, but could they even suck on a nipple? Probably not yet. There were all these things they couldn't do yet, things that the boys and me and Brooke and even the doctors couldn't control now. But there were so many things they could do that extended far beyond the physical stuff. These two beautiful boys could do the greatest thing of all. They could make Brooke happy; they could give me and Brooke they family we so desperately wanted. And right now, that was all that mattered.

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Brooke

When I woke up again, that's when I really started to feel the pain from my C-section. That ever-present ache but unbearable stab that I felt as soon as I tried to move the trunk of my body at all. Apparently I whimpered a bit.

"It's okay baby. Just try to stay still." Julian grabbed my IV covered hand in a second.

"I want to see them."

"Brooke..."

"I want to meet my sons, Julian."

Julian nodded, knowing how much it was killing me not to be able to see them. So some nurse came in and helped Julian sit me up and load me into a wheelchair. Julian was pretty good at guiding me while also helping me wrap that god aweful thin sheet they called a gown around my naked frame without me losing all of my modesty in one fell swoop. Although now that I think about it, my modesty was long gone with that ambulance group and the whole surgery team in the OR when the babies were delivered. Besides the embarrassment I was feeling, the pain far surpassed anything else. I guess Julian was right about staying still, that would have worked better. But no, right now I would run a marathon if that's what I had to do to get to my boys.

My boys.

Before today I had just one boy. Julian.

Now as the Julian pushed me towards the NICU I came to one of those profound moments in my life when I realized I now had three boys to love and who loved me.

This was one of those moments I always talked about... I could now point to this exact moment in history and say "that's where it all changed".

And it surely changed for the better.

"Now Brooke. I don't want you to freak out or anything. It's a little frightening to see them like this, but the nurses and doctors say they're doing well considering being so early."

I just stared straight ahead and nodded to make him happy. It was not until we entered those door that I fully understood the severity of his words.

I wiped my eyes of the fresh tears so I could take it all in accurately. I didn't want for my sons to ask one day what they looked like when I saw them for the first time and for me to not be able to tell them the truth because my vision was clouded by tears. Yes, I thought about things like that.

"Oh my." The two words just came out. Julian couldn't tell if they were happy, worried, or frightened words and neither could I, really. They just seemed fitting for all the different emotions I was feeling.

Julian stopped the wheelchair between the two incubators containing my sons. The words BABY BOY BAKER stood out on their identification charts.

"Hi my baby boys, I'm your Mommy."

I know all parents think their kids are the most beautiful and cutest babies ever, but now I understood why. It's because we imagine what our fetuses will look like, which parent or family member they will resemble, but even my wildest imagination couldn't come close to how amazing they actually were. I could immediately see past the wires and machines and down to my two baby boys. And I loved what I saw more than I ever thought I could love anything. It seemed for now, as I looked through the plexiglass at each one, they were identical in every way. But I couldn't wait to see their differences and their personalities shine through. Julian showed me how to open the little windows on the incubators and I touched their little hands for the first time. One of them even grabbed onto my finger. I was in love.

"What do you think?"

"They're perfect."

"I thought so too."

My eyes broke away from the babies just long enough to smile up at Julian.

"They still need names." I remembered.

"B.B. Baker number 1 and number 2 don't cut it?" Julian joked.

"Nahh. That certainly doesn't do them justice."

"Okay... so what we talked about right?"

I looked back at the boys and nodded. Julian called the nurse over and gave her the names, which she promptly wrote on the top of each baby's chart.

DAVIS VICTOR BAKER

JUDE NATHANIEL BAKER

"They just fit." I stated, marveling at the fact that the little baby faces now matched their names.

Julian leaned down and hugged around my back as I leaned back in the wheelchair. I could feel him smile as he kissed my cheek.

"Welcome to the world boys, Mommy and Daddy are so happy you're here. We've been waiting for you."

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WHAT DO YOU THINK? I know a lot of you were excited for me to write this so be sure to REVIEW so I know you saw it!

I picked middle names (was going to do Davis Paul but the initials DP would have bothered the 'thats what she said' finatic in me lol) and I added my own spin on Brulian's dramatic baby delivery. I hope you liked it.

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~ Haley :)