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Note: Thanks for the great response! Sorry for all the horrible editing errors-I was in a hurry! So here is the next chapter!

Brooke cried for so many reasons. She cried because she was scared, she cried because she was angry, she cried because she was hurt, she cried because she was lonely, she cried because she had almost given up her baby, and she cried because she was in love with someone who didn't love her back.

And Lucas let her cry for what seemed like hours. It scared him a little to feel her body shake with each new wave of emotion but he was glad that she was even letting him touch her.

Finally she calmed down a little, probably out of fatigue and Lucas felt her body begin to relax.

"Brooke-where are your parents?" Lucas whispered, hoping that his voice wouldn't send her into tears again.

"Out of town…they don't know." She whispered back, her own voice sounding unfamiliar to her.

Lucas couldn't imagine how Brooke was feeling. Telling Karen had been hard enough, but Brooke wasn't even close with her parents. He realized again how alone she was, and it tore him up inside.

"I want you to come stay at my house tonight- you can't be alone like this." He tried to sound like he was making a statement, not a question, but inside he was praying that Brooke wouldn't push him away.

Brooke didn't know what to say. She wanted to say no, she wanted to be strong. Brooke Davis could handle anything. But this wasn't just about her anymore. It was bigger than her or Lucas- it was a child.

She was so weak from crying that she could barely raise her voice to answer him.

"Okay." She choked up a little again as she said it, but Lucas felt a surge of relief rush threw him.

Brooke made no move to get up, she honestly didn't even know if she could stand. Sensing this, Lucas rested her head against his good shoulder and slid his hands under her knees, lifting her from the floor.

"You're shoulder…" Brooke managed to say as Lucas maneuvered the door open.

"Shhh…." Lucas whispered into her ear, "Don't worry about anything Brooke. It's going to be okay. I promise." He slowly made his way down her sidewalk, ignoring the pain in his arm because he knew that the pain he was feeling was nothing compared to the pain that Brooke was feeling.

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"Lucas?" Karen stood up from the kitchen counter where she had been waiting for Lucas. She had been ready to fuss at him for not checking in but then she saw what he was carrying. Brooke was asleep in his arm.

"Oh Brooke…" Karen looked at the young girl she used to be, Pregnant in high school and alone. Then she looked to Lucas. The look on his face was one that she had never seen. It was if he was trying to take all of her pain from her.

"I'm going to put her in my room and I'll take the couch." Lucas told his mom as he pushed past her and went towards his room. Karen didn't protest and hurried past Lucas to roll down the sheets of his bed.

Lucas carefully set Brooke down on his bed, trying not to wake her. Thankfully, she didn't stir.

"I'll go get some blankets for you." Lucas nodded as Karen left the room.

Lucas pulled the covers over Brooke and tucked them in around her body because she was shivering. However, even with the covers, her teeth kept chattering. Lucas felt he forehead and noticed that she was little warm. He wondered if he should wake her to give her some medicine but decided against it. He figured that it was just her body reacting to all of her stress. Instead, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out his Scott motors sweatshirt. Lifting her up carefully, Lucas pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She stirred a little at this, but after he rested her back down she seemed to fall into a deep sleep again.

Then, for reasons unknown to him, he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She tasted salty from all the tears. Brushing her hair back from her face, he finally stood and made his way to the couch where he fell into a restless sleep.

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Brooke slowly opened her eyes, trying to remember where she was. She shivered a little as she slowly slid out from under the covers. She pulled the long sleeves over her hands to warm them and sat up. Looking at her surroundings, she began remembering last night. For some reason it felt like so long ago. Then she noticed that she was wearing Lucas's sweatshirt and it all began to feel so much more real.

She sat on the bed for about twenty more minutes, trying to think through everything, when she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Brooke?" Lucas slowly opened the door and seeing that she was awake, came in.

"Um…thank you Lucas." Brooke shifted awkwardly on the bed. This was so surreal.

"You don't have to thank me for anything." He said with a little bitterness that was meant for himself."

"What time is it?" Brooke asked, trying to find something to keep the conversation because the silence was too painful.

"It's eleven…I, um..." Lucas nervously ran his hands through his hair, "I called and cancelled your appointment…I hope you don't mind."

Yeah, this was surreal, Brooke thought as she nodded her head silently.

Glad to have that out of the way Lucas smiled, "My mom made breakfast-pancakes, I told her to put chocolate chips in them because I know you love them."

Brooke made a face, everything that Lucas had done that for her was incredible, but she still hadn't forgiven him. She still wasn't ready to let go of their past.

Sensing Brooke's thoughts, Lucas came over and sat next to her. "Brooke, I know that you are still upset with me. I know that, and I'm not asking you to just forget everything that happened. But we need to work together on making this work. I know that I am going to have to work the hardest, but nothing I do is going to matter unless you are willing to try."

She nodded once again, there really was nothing to say. He was right.

Lucas stood and held out his hand to help her up, "Let's just take this one step at a time. Right now, it's just pancakes." She hesitated for a second before taking his hand.

"It's just pancakes." She repeated, fully aware that it wasn't just pancakes-not for her.

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