Her hair tyed in a messy bun, clad in a overly large sweatshirt, flannel pants, and mismatched socks, one wouldn't be able to notice that this was the Brooke Davis that graduated from Tree Hill high school just a month before. It had been six months since Brooke found out she was pregnant with Lucas's child, and a month since Jillian Erica Davis was born. Brooke was able to graduate early from Tree Hill High, after working her ass off during her pregnancy. She still lived with Peyton, and took care of Jillian during the day until Peyton came home, and a little while after, until she had to go to work, and by then, Jillian was usually asleep. She got a job as a hostess at a fancy italian restaurant, which paid pretty well so that she could buy things for Jillian and herself.
February 14th 2007 was the day Brooke became mother. Valentine's Day.
Brooke had never really like valentine's day before Jillian was born, but now? She loved it.
Her daughter meant the world to her, and nothing would ever change that.
But during times like this, Brooke just didn't know what to do.
She walked around the nursery that Peyton and she had decorated, trying desperately to get her daughter to stop crying.
"Come on bean, please stop crying for Mommy?" She pleaded with Jillian, bouncing her up and down, but the baby continued to cry.
The nickname bean came from the fact that she and Peyton would always call her Jilly Bean, but now, it was just shortened to bean.
By now, Brooke had tried everything. Her diaper was dry, she wasn't hungry, and she wasn't sleeping at all.
"Did you try singing to her B?" Peyton suggested with a worried look on her face. Brooke looked like she was at her end right now.
"What do I sing?" Brooke looked up at her best friend tiredly. Singing to her month old daughter was something she was not in the mood for right now, but if it would get Jillian to stop crying, she would do anything.
"Existentialism on Prom Night?" Peyton suggested
"I don't know that one" Brooke shook her head
"Fine, I'll do it then" Peyton walked over to Brooke, putting her hand around Jillian's face
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
Peyton took Jillian from Brooke's arms, signaling that she could go rest and she would take care of Jillian. Brooke kissed Jillian's forehead and left the room, going to hers to try and sleep a little bit since it was her night off.
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Peyton sat down at the rocking chair, trailing her hand along her goddaughter's face. She wished everything would always be this simple. Sing a little bit, and everything would go away. But she and Brooke both knew it wouldn't always be this easy. Hiding Jillian from her father would prove to be the hardest thing they would ever do. And however much she pleaded with Brooke to tell Lucas, even though he didn't deserve it in the least, she never would until she realized Jillian needed her father.
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Proceeding to sing a little bit louder, she couldn't imagine how it was going to be for Brooke. Having a daughter straight out of high school, deciding to put your whole life on hold, for one person. For the person who didn't even know her own name yet. The person who's life depended on you.
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Brooke walked into the nursery, feeling bad that she had left her screaming daughter all alone with Peyton. Leaning against the door frame, she watched her best friend sing to her daughter. Jillian wasn't asleep, but she had stopped crying, so Peyton stopped singing, but the lyrics rang through her head like nothing else was there.
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
Brooke took Jillian back from Peyton and smiled down at her.
"There's my pretty girl" Brooke kissed her daughter's forehead, looking back up at Peyton. "Thanks for doing this Peyt. I thought my brain was going to explode" She laughed a little
"It's no problem B." Peyton smiled, holding onto Jillian's hand, smiling at the baby. "Let's go watch a movie. I'm in the mood for Finding Nemo anyway" She smirked, walking out of the room.
"Do you want to watch Finding Nemo baby?" Brooke smiled as she cradled Jillian in her arms. "I knew you would Jilly Bean" She laughed a little, walking out of the nursery and into the living room, sitting down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table and putting Jillian between her legs.
"I see Bean wanted to watch too" Peyton smiled, sitting down after putting in the movie and turning off the light.
"Yes she did" Brooke smiled, playing with Jilly's hands.
It was a picture perfect scene.
Brooke woke up the next morning, groaning as she heard Jilly cry through the baby monitor. "6:30?"
"Mommy's coming baby" She groaned a little as she got out of bed.
She walked into the nursery and leaned over the crib. "You almost made it through the night Jilly bean" Brooke smiled a little
Picking her daughter up out of her crib, Brooke put her down on the changing table, changing her diaper, and putting her soft pink onesie since she figured she wasn't going back to sleep anyway.
When she finished with that, Brooke sat down on the rocking chair with Jilly in her arms, feeding her as she hummed a little to her.
Once Jillian had finished eating, Brooke wiped her mouth and burped her. Taking her into the living room, Brooke laid down on the couch, laying her daughter down ontop of her as she watched tv.
At around 7, Peyton was leaving the house. She kissed Jilly goodbye and said she'd see Brooke later.
"Well, we're all alone again Bean. What do you want to do?" She asked the baby laying on her chest.
"Stay here? I thought so" Brooke smirked a little, looking back at the tv. Hearing the doorbell ring, Brooke sat up, keeping Jillian against her chest as she went to answer the door.
Opening it, she had a shocked look on her face as she saw who it was.
AN: Bum Bum Bummmmmmm Cliffhanger! So I decided to get a new chapter out on this one before I went into crazy studying mode lol. Review pleaseeee :)
Oh yeah, and the song is Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight Run.
