Okay, so here is the first of the changes. Didn't want to make this one to long, just wanted to do a little bit more of an intro. The next chapter is going to have much more bulk. So don't get too worried on me yet! Also, for anyone concerned about my other stories (as I've been reminded need updated) I do plan to have chapters for them up tonight or tomorrow. Hope to hear from you all! And as always I appreciate all faves and follows, hoping to see all the old BMB fans follow this story. And always happy for reviews! Thanks again and love you all! Happy holidays!

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Early in the morning, just a week after the girls' first night back in Tree Hill, the sunlight was sneaking through the blinds, disturbing a sleeping blonde. Groaning and scrunching her eyes shut, Peyton rolled over and tucked her head under her pillow. She stayed this way for a moment, grasping desperately onto the last whisps of sleep. However, she knew that there was no way she'd be getting back to sleep.

A small movement on the bed got her attention. The grumpy woman flung her head out from its hiding spot and haphazardly moved her messy curls out of her face. She squinted at the time before frowning at the woman next to her.

"Brooke, it's Saturday morning, and we have nothing to do. Why the hell are you up at 6:42 in the morning? And why are you on your laptop?"

"Because, P. Sawyer, now that the house is pretty much all set up, minus a few boxes, that means it's time to start our next project!" The brunette chirped with a wide grin. She had been up and doing some research for about an hour now. Ever since Peyton had offered to be a surrogate for her, it was all she could think about. That's why she had put such a rush in and managed to get all of their stuff back to their home town and set up in the new house so quickly. She couldn't wait to start working on getting a baby.

Changing position to sit Indian style on the bed with her laptop in front of her, she spared a glance at her silent friend and saw the blonde only respond with raised eyebrows. Brooke rolled her eyes before stating the obvious. "The baby P. Sawyer! Remember, that was the plan. Get the house set up then get moving on the baby making!"

"I know, I know." Peyton agreed before grumbling out, "but I didn't think that meant planning before 7 in the morning."

Brooke squinted at the blonde. "Hey, I was being nice and letting you sleep. I don't know why you woke up. Don't blame me blondie." She shrugged before returning her focus to the screen in front of her.

Peyton only mumbled ,"well I don't know either" before rolling onto her back and sighing. She closed her eyes for a moment before giving up altogether on the thought of getting anymore rest. Instead, she let her curiosity get the best of her. Leaning up and rolling to her side, she rested her head on her best friend's leg. She curled up beside her friend, still wrapped up in the cozy comforter, and tucked one hand just under her friend's knee, the other resting lazily over her own hip. Once the blonde was comfortable she took a peek at the computer screen.

Brooke only smiled down at the other girl before gently pressing one hand to her head, lightly petting her curls like she normally did in their quiet moments. It was a small habit that had started when they were kids, but even as the girls grew up it always managed to calm them both down.

"So what are we looking at?" Peyton questioned.

"Well, right now we are just looking at tips for conceiving and fertility. Things like what signs we should be looking for during ovulation and when to inseminate. Things like that."

"So have you figured out how we are gonna do this yet?"

"Well, I think that's a decision for both of us to make, but honestly I think just doing it ourselves is our best option." Brooke said while scrolling through a few screens.

"Um, Brooke, if you have the equipment for us to do this ourselves than there is a pretty big something that you haven't been telling me."

The designer rolled her eyes at the sarcasm.

"Trust me P, it's all woman down there. But what I meant, was just going to a sperm bank and doing the insemination ourselves."

"It doesn't have to be done by a doctor or in a lab?"

"It can be, but it doesn't have to be. From what I've read, it seems like it's perfectly normal to just do it at home. They do have midwives and nurses that can assist though if we do it at home. The labs and doctors are really more if you're older or have fertility problems."

"Hmm, so what do we do then? Just get a turkey baster and stick it up there?"

"Can you be serious about this for just one minute!" The brunette slightly snapped.

Green eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the outburst she picked her head up off of Brooke's lap. "Jeez Brooke, I was just kidding. Of course I'm being serious about this. I'm just trying to not make it so awkward okay? Talking periods and stuff is normal girl talk, talking in depth about what my cervical mucus looks like and what the temperature of my vagina is isn't." She snapped back. She took a breath before continuing, a little more calmly. "It's not like we get to have all the fun of having sex to make a baby, so we may as well have fun some other way." She showed a small smile to the girl above her.

Their eyes met before Brooke's tense body relaxed and her hand moved to tangle back into her friend's curls, coaxing her to lay her head back down. "Sorry, P. I'm just really excited and anxious over this. I'm still kinda stuck on the idea that I'd never be having kids, so you doing this really is so beyond amazing. I'm just kinda waiting for the catch, yah know?"

Peyton turned her head up to meet Brooke's eyes and took the girl's now free hand in both of her own. "Brooke, you know I'm not changing my mind on this right? I'd never go back on something this big. I couldn't do that to you. You don't have to worry or be on edge. I promise you B. Davis we are going to get me knocked up with your baby." She ended her speech with a little wink.

Brooke gave her friend a wobbly smile and tried not to let the tears of happiness and relief escape her hazel eyes. "You have no idea how good it is to hear that."

Peyton gave the emotional woman a soft smile before lifting one hand to wipe the lone tear that slipped from the brunette's control. She was silent for a few moments while Brooke collected herself. When her friend seemed to have calmed back down she flattened her hand to her cheek and rubbed her thumb over the smooth skin. "So..." She paused to be sure she had Brooke's attention, "no turkey baster then?"

This time Brooke only laughed and shook her head at her friend. "No Peyt, no basters."

"So say we do decide to do it at home, where do we get the sperm and how do we get it in me?"

"Well, like I said, we'd be going through a sperm bank. Apparently they have catalogues you can look through. It tells you about the donor. It describes their looks, personalities, likes, hobbies, health history, all sorts of things."

"Does it say who the man is? And is there any kind of legal thing where he has a right to see the child?"

"No. There's actually a legal motion to protect the donor's identity. So there wouldn't be any mix ups and bio parents showing up, throwing their lives in a tailspin." Brooke assured, knowing exactly where the blonde's head was at.

Peyton smiled softly, thankful that Brooke knew her so well. She turned her attention back to the screen as Brooke continued to speak.

"So basically, we give them a call, pick out a donor, send them some money and they send us a vial of sperm and a syringe."

"Syringe!?"

"Don't worry blondie. There's no needles. Just a sterile syringe to get the sperm in you and to the right spot."

"Hmm...that almost sounds too easy."

"Well getting the sperm is the easy part. It's getting the timing right that is the hard part. Frozen sperm doesn't live as long as fresh sperm so it has to be given within 24 hours of peak ovulation. That's when all of the tracking your cycle stuff comes in. Apparently it can take awhile too. They suggest recording it for at least three months before inseminating." The brunette trailed off sounding slightly depressed upon discovering how long it could take before even trying to get pregnant.

"Well, I've actually been tracking my cycle for like a year now almost."

"Yea, but this isn't just tracking your period Peyt. You're supposed to track your ovulation, which is different-"

Peyton cut her off, leaning up to snatch her phone up from the dresser by her side of the bed. "No, Brooke. There's this app on my phone. It tracks my whole cycle. It also predicts my ovulation and my period. Plus I can make little notes about things like cervical mucus and position. I know I've done it a couple times here and there just out of curiosity. And as far as the ovulation and period tracker goes, it hasn't been wrong on when I'd get my period in like 4 months." She pulled up the app and handed it to other women.

Brooke excitedly looked over it, searching through and examining any notes Peyton had made and where her cycle currently was. She sighed a little disappointed when she saw the current week highlighted in yellow. "Well, looks like you're ovulating."

Peyton frowned. "And there's no way we'd be able to get sperm before I hit my peak huh?"

"Well considering that it's in three days, I'd say no. But I think that may be a good thing. This way we have time to really look at all the donors and find the perfect one. And we can go ahead and track this cycle closely. If we are comfortable, then we'll just catch your next cycle. It's not a big deal."

"Are you sure Brooke?"

"Yea P. I'm sure." Smiling down to the blonde, she runs her hand through her curls one last time before taking a deep breath and closing the laptop. Peyton moved to glance at her with questioning eyes. Brooke only smiled back. "What do you say to a movie day? I can go get some breakfast and you can pick the first movie. We'll hang out in bed and just relax today. Tomorrow we need to go stock up on groceries and we can start focusing on all of this baby business."

Peyton only smiled back. "Sounds like the perfect Saturday B. Davis."