Your Granddaughter

This story came to me in my dreams one night. I just randomly thought of the title as I was sleeping a few weeks ago.

It'll probably be a one-shot, but depending on how you guys receive it, I might keep it going. I have a lot of stories in the works, but I really like this one because I like writing in the first person.

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to One Tree Hill except for the Season 1 & 2 DVD's. Who wants to buy me Season 3?

Please enjoy and please review!

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Dear Karen-

I gave birth to your granddaughter on December 15, 2006. She weighed 6 pounds, 3 ounces. She was the tiniest little thing ever. I couldn't believe that Lucas and I had created such an angel. I still can't. She's beautiful, Karen. She's eight months old now and she has this golden brown hair. It's really curly which is weird because I never had curly hair. Maybe Lucas did when he was a baby. She can crawl really well. I'm constantly afraid that she's going to hurt herself. I hover over her like a hawk.

I can't wait until she can talk. It seems like she's always on the verge of her first word. I hope her first word is "mama", but I guess I'm a bit biased. It'll probably be "more" or "no". Or maybe even "dada". I'm sorry that I haven't told Lucas. I ran because I was scared. I wasn't ready to be a parent, but I didn't have a choice. Lucas had a future to consider. Basketball and college. And he's achieved that. He wouldn't have all of that if he knew that I had been pregnant when I moved to New York. I'll tell him someday and I know he'll hate me but I can accept that. The pregnancy was hard and every day, I wished that Lucas could be there with me. But I knew that I was doing him a service by keeping it all from him. In the end, I was probably just doing myself a disservice.

I did what I thought was best, but I made a mistake. Cady deserves to know her father. Lucas deserves to know that he has a daughter. That's her name, by the way. Cadence Eden Scott. I hope you don't mind that I gave her the last name Scott. Cadence Davis just didn't flow.

I hope you'll love her. I hope Lucas can love her even if he hates me.

I miss him a lot. I know we weren't on good terms when I bolted, but aren't I still allowed to miss him? I miss everyone. I miss Tree Hill, as shocking as that might be. That shithole (pardon my French!) was my home for seventeen years. It's the only place I knew. I've been in New York City for a year, but it's still hard to navigate. And this city can never be a home. It's a place to hide. It's limbo land while you figure out what to do with your life. I do love it here, but Cady can't grow up in this city. I might move back to North Carolina once I finish school. I got my GED once I got settled in here. I'm taking classes at a community college in New Jersey and then maybe once I get my associate's degree, I'll look for somewhere to go to school down near Tree Hill. Maybe then I'll be ready to own up to everything I've done. Maybe that's when I'll tell Lucas. Two years gives me some time to prepare for the moment Lucas yells at me and tells me how much of a selfish bitch I am for not telling him about his daughter. I've played it out in my head about 300 times since I got in my car and drove up here that day over a year ago. Maybe he'll surprise me. But I doubt it.

I hope this letter finds you happy and healthy. You must've had your baby by now, too. Congratulations.

Please don't tell Lucas about this letter. Please don't tell anyone. No one can know where I am. Thank you.

Love always,

Brooke Davis

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Please let me know what you think. Do you think it should stay a one-shot or should I keep writing? If I keep writing, the story will be a series of letters back and forth from Brooke to various other characters, including Karen's response back to Brooke. Just review and let me know!