The only relevance this has to my other story (Creative) is her name (Brooke), the rest is a blank slate.
I passed the small "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign and sighed thinking I couldn't turn back, I was already multiple hours away from my previous home of New York City.
I'd spent four years there for college, trying to get as far away from my original hometown as possible. I spent an additional year because I couldn't let go of the city life and other…reasons.
The same reasons that compelled me to come back to seek some sort of guidance from my loving mother, deciding that going through what was ahead of me was going to be more than what I had already gone through. Which would be a lot.
I turned the radio up a bit, hoping it wouldn't be too loud to wake him. I did not want to pull over again.
I had thought ahead and bought an apartment since this was probably permanent. Mom and Scott didn't even know I was here so I decided to semi move in before I greatly surprised them.
I tiredly rubbed my eyes. Great planning on my part; driving all the way across the country with a one month old, considering I could not take him on a plane just yet.
I had only taken three stops at motels but I was now just running on pure coffee and sugar. It was currently four in the morning and completely messing up the little bit of a sleep schedule I had partly planned out.
Thank god my apartment finally came into view. I pulled in, shut off the car, and laid my head on the steering wheel.
No way back.
Sighing heavily, I grabbed the few bags I had brought with me while the others were being shipped later on and unlatched the carrier.
I juggled around bags until I finally managed to unlock and open the door of my new home. My bags fell to the floor and I gladly shut the door.
I was silently thanking myself for following in my mother's footsteps and becoming a nurse (getting me a job in the nurse-lacking Beacon Hills hospital), but also landed me a previous job at a generous paying hospital back in NYC getting me money to pay for a fully furnished apartment.
Exhaustion was taking over and I lugged the car seat next to the couch and plopped down, hoping to sleep for at least two hours.
Nope.
Didn't even get half an hour before Liam started crying. Groan.
"Come here babes", I cooed, unbuckling and carefully bringing him to my chest.
"Shh, it's okay, mommy's here, you're hungry aren't you?" I maneuvered my way back over to the pile of bags and grabbed a bottle from the diaper bag, gently shaking it and adjusting it to his eager mouth.
"Better now?" He replied with a satisfied sigh.
I smiled at his bright hazel eyes that were watching every silly facial expressions I made at him while I stroked his dark brown/ black hair.
The couch accepted my butt again when I plopped down again still feeding the bottle. I watched him drain the bottle and his eyelids droop 'til he was asleep again.
I laid him back in his carrier, toured the apartment and unpacked the rest of the car bringing me to seven a.m.
Today was conveniently a Saturday, according to past traditions, the day mom took off work, woke up early and did what ever. That 'what ever' would be being surprised by her daughter she only had contact with at least once a month and her 'friend's cousin's baby'.
Yep that's what I was going with.
"Brooke?" A tall, dark haired teenage boy opened the door.
"Um, is this the wrong house?" I did a double check, yep same house, mom never said anything about moving.
"Haha, so funny", the teen said, opening the door wider. I was beyond freaked out, who is this kid?
"No seriously, who are you?"
The teen scrunched his eyebrows, he kinda looked like dad did before he left, wait… "Scott?" I asked.
"Duh", he rolled his eyes.
"Wow, you-you've grown…a lot."
"Well the last time you saw me I was ten and since you completely wanted to lose contact with me, I guess I changed", he crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry, I just needed to stop myself from becoming too attached to home", I sighed rubbing my forehead. I didn't think about this.
He loudly sighed, "I guess it's fine."
Scott turned away from me.
"You going to stay there or...?"
"I have to grab something from my car real quick then I'll be in."
He nodded and watched me as I nervously walked to the back of my car and lifted the blanket wrapped Liam out.
Shutting the door behind me, I faced the now shocked face of Scott.
"Who…you…baby", he stuttered pointing from me to Liam.
My heart started beating like crazy, "He's my, uh friend's cousin's baby."
He didn't look convinced, not at all.
"I'm pretty sure that is not your friend's cousin's baby, he looks too much like you."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Shit.
"Can we do this inside please? I don't feel like shouting this to neighbors", I walked past him inside, leaving him baffled at the door.
I walked into the living room making myself at home and sat down on the couch. Scott joined me several seconds later, sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
"So…?" He started to say, but I stopped him.
"William Robert, Liam for short, no not after One Direction, born December 27, 2:14 am, officially a month today. 21 and ½ inches, 9 pounds 6 ounces", I summarized as Liam started to wake and I gently rocked him.
Scott nodded, "You're a mom and I'm an uncle, okay, so-"
"Scott who was it?" I heard mom call. Must suck to be interrupted all the time.
"Let me handle this", I hissed to him before mom slipped around the corner.
"Brooke?" I turned around to face her. She was more shocked than Scott.
"Um, you have a…baby", she stopped mid stride from hugging me.
I put on a fake smile, "Mother, yes I do bear a child in my arms."
"Is it your's?" She sounded like she was losing oxygen.
"First mom breath, then it's my friend's cousin's baby, who was killed in a car crash." I felt bad killing off a random person, but I hoped my lie came out smoothly.
Mom awkwardly sat at the far edge of the couch away from me, not taking her eyes off of Liam.
"I highly doubt that, he looks like you, um Scott can you get some coffee for us?" I knew she was trying to get rid of him.
"But the coffee machine's broken and the nearest coffee house is on the other side of town", Scott whined. I wanted to laugh except I didn't want to receive the glare she was giving him signaling him to leave.
"Okay I'll be back", he squeaked, nothing like the good old scare-the-crap-out-of-you glare from mom.
After Scott left mom still kept silent. I repeated the same thing I said to Scott.
She slowly nodded, "Who's the father?" I closed my eyes and breathed in loudly from my nose. "Doesn't matter, he is not in the picture anymore."
"How are you going to support him and yourself?"
"I just got a job at your hospital so we'll be colleagues", I smiled.
"How…Why didn't you tell me when you were pregnant or when you actually gave birth? I have actually gone through it twice and would have liked to be there for the birth of my grandson. Grandson! I feel so old!" She laid her head in her hands and started crying.
I couldn't tell if they were sad or happy tears.
"Mom?" I asked gently.
She sniffled once and raised her head. "I guess I'm just a little surprised and shocked. You know it's not everyday your daughter just turns up with a son you had no knowledge of at all", she laughed uneasily.
I joined her awkwardly.
"Can I hold him?"
I nodded vigorously, "Of course!"
I carefully passed him over to her.
"Hi, I'm your grandma, yeah I'm so young!" She cooed, earning the Gerber baby laugh that I loved so much.
I laughed with him.
"I'm back!" Scott called waltzing back in with two cups of Starbucks coffee.
"Hey! No fair why does she get to hold him first?" He asked, whining like a kid.
"You'll get your turn", I turned back to mom after receiving my coffee and noticed mom crying again.
She noticed me looking and quickly wiped them, "Sorry, just my baby had a baby, my kids are growing up. Okay Scott take him now before I start blubbering."
They exchanged baby and coffee after Scott sat down next to me.
"Hey it's your Uncle Scott! I know he's so handsome", Scott cooed similar to mom.
"And self centered", I scoffed.
He smirked, "hilarious."
He then got serious, "You don't have to answer, but who um, made…no who is the uh father?" I looked down and started playing with my hands, smiling grimly to myself.
"You wouldn't know him. Neither does he know that he has a son. He left for family business when I was four months pregnant before I could tell him. We'd been dating for five years and just one night can change your life." I shrugged and nodded to my son in his arms.
"Well I guess it's for the best."
"Yea, I guess it kind of made me stronger?" I sighed leaning back on the couch.
Scott nodded still looking at Liam. Just then a spastic teenager with a buzz cut busted through the front door.
"Brooke! And a baby?" The teen asked. I squinted at him trying to figure out who the heck he was. He looked vaguely familiar.
"Stiles?" Had everyone grown up while I was gone?
"The one and only", he spun once and motioned to himself.
Same old Stiles.
I jumped up from the couch and embraced him.
"What are you doing here? I thought you swore off Beacon Hills", he followed me to the couch still staring at Liam.
"Well as you can see some things came up that I needed help with, so here I am", I smiled reassuringly.
Stiles nodded his mouth agape, "so you're a mom now huh? I thought Scott and Allison would have been the first from your family."
Stiles laughed and Scott turned bright red.
"Who's Allison Scottie?" I grinned evilly and took the now screaming infant from Scott's arms and shushed him.
"She is Scott's wife or girlfriend, I really don't know now, heck they could be 'one' now", Stiles shrugged and laughed again at Scott's discomfort.
"Aw!" I yelled loud enough to make Liam scream again.
"Okay someone's cranky, Scott could you get the brown diaper bag out of my car pretty please?" I batted my eyelashes.
Scott shrugged, "anything to get me out of here." I watched him leave then turned back to Stiles.
"His name is Liam if you wondered, he just turned a month old", I looked from him down to the hazel eyes that reminded me so much of his father's.
Stiles nodded and was officially the third person to ask me today, "Who's the baby daddy? Anyone I would know? I have connections in New York."
I sighed loudly, "names are not important, but Liam is pretty much a mini replica of him as far as eyes, hair, and nose goes, and sometimes he has the same scowl as him which is absolutely adorable.
"Um, 'Mr. Baby Daddy' was my boyfriend for four years until he left for amily business, something about his sister.I hadn't told him yet about me being pregnant and I basically have gone through it all alone, but I hope not for long."
"Oh", was all he said.
Scott reappeared moments later with the bag in tow.
I took it from him and produced a bottle from the side pocket.
I smiled, "hey Scott, want to feed him?" Scott looked surprised, but then nodded quickly and accepted the wiggling Liam and semi full bottle.
"Just don't let any air in or he gets gassy, like a lot", I adjusted him to what I thought I looked like when I fed him. Scott chuckled and smiled.
I heard him murmur something, but I couldn't make it out.
Stiles had left a few minutes after that and Scott had run to the store for me to get more diapers.
I heard a phone vibrate, Scott must have left his phone.
I dug through the cushions and nearly dropped the phone when I saw the contact name.
Derek Hale.