Note: This story is based in the future. Everything that happened in the season four finale, except for the final scene where Lucas had the gun, has taken place in the character's past for this story. Also, Lucas never reported Dan, nor did he tell anyone what he found out from Abby.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the One Tree Hill characters or storylines.
"Brooke, honey, what's wrong?" Haley asked, rushing to her sobbing friend's side.
"What's wrong? I'm pathetic and my life has no meaning. That's what's wrong."
"Your life has plenty of meaning! I would've killed myself trying to take care of those kids without your support. And I'm not the only one you mean a lot to, there's-"
"That's just it, Haley. You have your kids, you have Nathan – you have a family. And now, Peyton and Lucas, happiest couple of the century, have the one thing that will make their lives absolutely perfect – a baby. I'm the only one without one, Haley!"
"You'll have one soon enough. A perfect little girl, just as stunning as you are."
"How, Haley? I haven't been able to keep a guy around for five minutes lately!"
"You don't exactly need a guy, Brooke. There's always adoption, and sperm banks-"
"I don't just want a baby. I want a family. Of my own."
"Brooke, you're part of my family. You're just like a sister to me. I'd do anything for you, just tell me what."
"I just – need to be alone right now." Brooke mumbled, turning away from one of her best friends. Haley only nodded, left the room and shut the door.
"I'm really worried about her, Nate," Haley said to her husband as they got into bed.
"There's nothing you can do Hales. Just stop worrying and go to sleep," Nathan replied, kissing his wife goodnight.
"Mommy," a little voice said at the door.
"No such luck," Nathan mumbled tiredly.
"What is it sweetie?" Haley asked after giving her husband a threatening glare.
"I can't sleep," the little boy at the door whined, rubbing his eyes. Bradley had brown hair and his father's dark blue eyes. He was the only boy Nathan and Haley had, and their second child overall.
"Come here future NBA player," Nathan called to the four-year-old, who obeyed, running to his dad and crawling in between his parents.
"Bradley, you love your Auntie Brooke right?" Haley asked her son as he snuggled close to her.
"Yes," Bradley said with a yawn.
"She'd be a good mommy if she had her own baby, wouldn't she?"
"Haley, what are you doing?" Nathan hissed.
"Yes," Bradley whispered.
"That's all I wanted to know," Haley said, kissing the little boy on the forehead and shutting off the light. Nathan just shook his head and went to sleep.