Sorry that it has taken me a while to update. I just had to figure out the story line before I started the chapters. Please Review. The more reviews, the more motivation I have for spitting out a chapter sooner!

The sun slowly started to rise, peaking into Brooke's bedroom through the white, flowing curtains. Brooke groaned when the sunlight hit her face, trying to hold onto her wonderful dream. Feeling the mattress move, Brooke open her eyes a slit. She blinked a few times and her green eyes took in the room before focusing on the sight before her. Two electric blue eyes stared at her from above. Brooke's breath caught in her throat, her mind pulling up a mental picture of Lucas. But, these eyes didn't belong to Lucas, they belonged to Brett. Upon seeing his mother gaze at him, B.L., as he was often called, let out a giggle. Brooke grinned, reaching up to pull her son back down onto the bed with her. This caused more laughter to erupt from the tiny brunette. Brooke succeeded in pulling him down and the two laid next to each other for a few minutes in silence, B.L. snuggled up to him mother. The older brunette unconsciously ran her fingers through his silky, brown locks.

"Momma, what we gonna do today?" Brett questioned, lifting his head to look in his mother's face.

"Well, I have to go to work for a little bit." She said. "But, how about we get 'you know who' to take us out tonight? Whada ya say to that?" Brooke added.

The little boy's face lit up and a huge smile graced his face, showing off dimples matching his mother's. "Kay," He squealed with excitement. "Will J.J. come?" Brett questioned, his eyes dancing in anticipation for the night.

"I don't know, bud. But, maybe if you ask nicely, J.J. will be able to come too." Brooke responded, smiling at her squirming son. "Settle down little man, we won't even see them until tonight, anyways."

"J.J. is my bestest friend in the whole widest world." Brett Landon stated.

"Yeah, I've noticed." The adult chuckled.

The two sat back in silence, watching the sun rise fully through the rather large window in Brooke's bedroom. A loud crash broke through the calming silence. Brooke looked at B.L. and sighed. She kissed him on the forehead and slowly got out of bed.

"Babe, why don't you go play for a bit while I go see what that was and find something for breakfast." The adult stated, throwing a short, silk robe over the shorts and tank top she wore to bed.

"Kay Momma," the tiny brunette responded cheerily, even though it was only, like 7 o'clock in the morning.

Brooke smiled as her son bounded out of her room. He was defiantly her son, always cherry and full of energy. As she was walking towards the stairs leading to the lower level of her lavish apartment, Brooke could faintly her a mumbling of swear words.

Making her way down the stairs and to the kitchen, she called out, "You better not be swearing. You know B.L. will scold you if he hears you."

The source of the mumbling rant laughed and walked into the kitchen.

"You know Davis, you really shouldn't leave your shopping bags laying all over the place. Especially, not right in front of the front door! I could have broken my neck on your latest pair of Jimmy Choos, or whatever latest dress you bought." The person claimed, walking leisurely over to hug Brooke.

Brooke laughed at the statement, returning the hug. "For your information, those purchases weren't for me."

"They weren't huh? Well then, whom else would you buy 6 shopping bags worth of merchandise for?"

'Well, Brett needed some new clothes and I may have bought him a few other things." Brooke replied innocently.

"A few?" The other adult asked, smirking.

"Okay, so a little more than a few. But, in my defense, not all the bags are for Brett. A few of the things are for my godson."

"You mean the one you haven't seen in over 4 years?" The individual questioned, eating one of the strawberries Brooke was cutting up.

"Oh, no you don't. Don't go making me feel guilty. You know I needed to get out of there, I just couldn't stand it anymore." Brooke said, cutting the strawberries with a little more force than necessary.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. So, what are you Davis's doing tonight?"

"Well, for your information, you are taking us out to dinner." Brooke replied smiling, which showed off her dimples.

"I am huh?" The person asked, stealing another strawberry.

Brooke slapped the arm away, but not before a strawberry was taken. "Hey, those are for B.L.'s breakfast, save some for him." She scolded. "And, yes you are taking us out, I already promised B.L."

"What if I was busy tonight?" The stranger inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"You aren't, and if you were how could you resist his big blue eyes and that puppy dog face he just happened to inherit from me?" She replied slyly.

"Oh, you're good, Davis, sicking your adorable son and his irresistible face on me to get me to crack. Well, lucky for you, I am free tonight."

"I knew it!" Brooke said, clapping her hands together, and bouncing up and down a little.

"God, how are you so damn cheery this early?" The visitor asked, banging their head onto the granite counter top of the island that was situated in the middle of the kitchen.

"You might want to stop that, you can't afford to lose anymore brain cells. You're lacking as it is."

"Very funny Brooke," was the grumbling response from the stranger.

"Oh, and bring J.J. tonight. B.L. has been bugging me for the last 24 hours about seeing J.J. I told him that you guys had a life that didn't revolve around him, but he just won't listen."

"Hmm, remind you of anyone?" The intruder asked mockingly.

Brooke stopped chopping strawberries for a second and racked her brain. "No, not really," she responded seriously.

"Well, like mother, like son."

Brooke laughed, and fired back, "I never thought that the world revolved around me!"

"Need I remind you of high school?"

Both adults broke out laughing and B. Davis retorted, "Okay, so maybe you have a small point." The other person smiled proudly, not often did one win against Brooke Davis.

"B.L. is gonna be really happy to see you."

"I know, I have to work for a few hours then I'll swing by and hang out with him."

"Wait, then why are you here now?" Brooke questioned, confused.

"Well, you see funny story…."

"Uh huh. You want breakfast, don't you?"

"You sure do know me well Davis." The visitor responded, flashing a smile.

"That I do!"

"BRETT LANDON DAVIS, BREAKFAST!" Brooke screamed up the stairs.