Chapter 3 is here, hopefully, you've enjoyed the little plot bunnies thus far. And for those of you who did actually go look up the old story. A LOT is changing. There's a lot more details and new scenes, including flashbacks.

So, I learned something new today. When you add a new chapter to a story - make sure you post it at least one day after you originally posted. Which means, I'm just gonna go ahead and post this chapter today.

Now, if you're really awesome, you'll review chapter two too and make me smile.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so don't sue me. I have no money.

Brooke was sitting with Jake, chatting while keep half an eye on the girls as the colored. "How'd it go?" Peyton asked sitting next to Brooke at the table. She placed a hand on her swollen stomach and smiled towards the girls.

"They had a good time after the initial shock wore off," Brooke replied. Actually, it had gone better than good - Paige liked having someone to call grandma. And Brooke liked seeing both Paige and Karen happy.

"Mommy! I finished my picture," Paige happily announced as she ran to the table with Jenny following her. "Look! Look!"

Brooke laughed as she took the paper from her bouncing four year old. "I'm looking, I'm looking." Brooke had grown accustomed to Paige's hyperactivity, and was used to her pictures which happened to cover almost every surface of their kitchen.

Paige took the paper from her mother and held it up for both Peyton and Jake to see. "That's me and that's mama. We're both wearing the latest fashion." Paige shook her head in a 'yes' motion.

Brooke smiled. "And what's that?" Brooke pointed to a black four legged creature that was standing next to Paige in the picture.

"That's Midnight, she's our cat," Paige explained.

"When did we get a cat?" Brooke asked, raising an eyebrow. The last time she checked they had a goldfish which unfortunately had to have a sea burial. Brooke looked at Peyton and Jake accusingly.

"Oh yeah, um, Mommy, can we get a cat?" She looked at Brooke with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

Brooke smiled apologetically at Jake and Peyton before looking down at her daughter. "I'll think about because a cat can be a lot of work and we'd have to make sure it was a kitten or something."

"Okay," Paige replied. She pouted a little. Paige really, really wanted to get a cat.

Brooke leaned down and picked Paige up. "You know what, we can always go to the pet store and look."

Paige grinned and wrapped her tiny arms around her mother. "Thank you, Mommy. You're the best Mommy ever."

"I try."

"Definitely your daughter, trying to con her way into getting something," Peyton commented. Peyton remembered when they were children and how Brooke could get practically anything she wanted out of people with a cute expression and a 'please.'

"And I'm so proud."

Jenny held up her picture to show her parents. "That's you, me, Daddy, and the baby," she explained. Her picture was a bit easier to make out since, Jenny was a little older and had mastered using colored pencils.

Paige looked at the picture, then at Peyton and Jake. "I don't see a baby." She scrunched her nose. "Mommy, where's the baby?"

Brooke bit her lip to keep from grinning too much. "It's in Auntie Peyton's tummy."

"How'd the baby get there?"

Brooke's eyes widened. She had not exactly expected that question. "Well, when two people love each other very much, or have too much alcohol, they decide to make a baby and the stork brings them special medicine that makes the baby grow inside the mommy."

"Is that how I was born?"

"No, sweetie, you were immaculately conceived."

"Brooke!" Peyton said, swatting her best friend on the arm.

"Mommy, I have another question," Paige said, trying to get her mother's attention back. "Why does Jenny have a daddy, but I don't. Everyone in my class has a daddy, except Delia, she has two daddies. But I don't even have one."

Brooke was stunned. Paige really hadn't asked about Lucas before. Brooke was hoping to avoid this question for a few more years. "Sweetie, you have a daddy - he's just been away for a really long time."

Paige's face contorted into a frown. "Is he in heaven like Charlie's mommy?" She was confused - why else wouldn't she have a daddy.

"No, sweetie. And I promise, you will meet your Daddy soon." Brooke placed a strand of hair behind Paige's ear and kissed her on the forehead.

"Let's go play outside," Peyton suggested, breaking the awkwardness that was lingering in the room. She knew it affected Paige not having Lucas around, but Brooke had her reasons. Peyton respected those reasons.

Jenny took Paige by the hand and led her outside. "We can play basketball if you want," Jenny suggested. Since Jenny could practically walk, she had been playing basketball on her mini hoop.

Paige took the ball and threw it into the hoop. It went in on her first time.

"Lucas, I need to talk to you," Rachel said with fake tears in her eyes. She had been thinking about how to approach Lucas with this information all day. It was not exactly something that she wanted to randomly blurt out - it needed to be timed.

"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Things had been rocky lately, and seeing Brooke again didn't really settle things for him.

Rachel sat next to him on the couch and sighed. "Your mother hates me," she announced. She threw her arms down with an overly dramatic flare.

"No she doesn't, Rach." Ok, so she did, but Lucas didn't want to tell her that. He wrapped one arm around her then kissed her on the forehead. "Mom, just needs a little more time."

"Lucas, I heard Karen talking to Brooke earlier today when Brooke brought her daughter to see her." Rachel buried her face into her hands and pretended to sob.

"Daughter?" Lucas was confused. Someone would have told him if Brooke had a daughter. Someone would have told him if he had a daughter, or would they?

"Yes." Rachel leaned closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder.

He suddenly jerked up. "I'll be back." Lucas walked towards the door then turned back. "Sorry, Rachel, um...don't wait up."

Rachel smirked when Lucas left. He couldn't love Brooke after what she did to him, Rachel was sure of that.

"Look, Mommy, I play basketball!" Paige announced, she threw the ball into the mini hoop for the third time in a row.

Brooke walked up to Paige and smiled. "Note to self: start Paige in cheerleading lessons," she joked tickling her daughter. "Remember what Mama told you, we Davis women don't play basketball - we cheer."

Paige frowned. "But Mama, I'm a Davis-Scott."

Brooke was silent, she hadn't expected Paige to say that. "Yes, you are, baby," she replied absent mindedly while she watched Jenny take her turn.

Paige went back to playing the game, while Brooke walked over to Jake. "Does Jenny ever remind you so much of Nicki that you think you're going to go insane?"

Jake stared at Jenny for a moment. He wasn't exactly sure how to answer that question. After several seconds he spoke, "sometimes when she's throwing a hissy fit, she makes this face that Nicki used to make when she was annoyed. It can be hard sometimes."

"Did you ever love Nicki?" Brooke glanced to her side, Peyton was inside, clearing off the table from dinner.

"At one point, I did love her, but I don't think I was ever in love with her."

Brooke nodded and she wondered whether or not Lucas just loved her or if he had been in love with her.

Lucas sat in his car, driving around town trying to clear his mind. Is she mine? he wondered. "Why didn't she tell me?" he muttered. They had been in love. He had been madly in love with her.

It had been three months, two days, and six hours since Brooke had last seen Lucas. It killed her being so far away from him. As Brooke dialed Lucas's phone number, she was buzzing with excitement. A baby definitely was part of their plan, but it was part of them now.

"Good morning, Cheery," Lucas said into the phone. They had a ritual that Brooke called him before practice on Thursdays. It was silly, but he enjoyed it. "I can't talk long - coach has been riding me about how much my head has not been in the game lately and you know with that big game."

Brooke frowned. She didn't know their relationship had been ruining his concentration. "I won't keep you long." The excitement that she felt now disappeared. "Um, Lucas, we need to talk."

Silence.

"That doesn't sound good," he said slowly. "Is something wrong?"

She took a deep breath. "We can't do this anymore, Lucas. We're kidding ourselves." Brooke wanted to stop herself from the saying the words that were spewing from her mouth, but she couldn't. Her head had taken over. "I don't want to hold your career back."

"Brooke, that's bullshit and you know it," he replied quickly. It was ridiculous for her to think she was holding him back in anyway. "Brooke, I love you and -"

"Lucas, I don't love you anymore." Brooke bit her lip. It was a lie, but she couldn't burden him with the news that he was going to be a father - at least not yet. She could tell him later...tell him, she didn't realize she was pregnant until much later. Then they could be a happy family.

"Please, Brooke," he said, his voice sounding small, broken, and pleading.

"Good-bye," she managed to say before breaking down into sobs.

The memory of their break-up was fresh in his mind. He would never forget the day that Brooke Davis told him that she didn't love him anymore. It had nearly killed him.

Finally, Lucas pulled in front of Peyton and Jake's house. He put the car into park, got out, and walked to the door. Pressing the door bell, Lucas hoped Brooke would be there.

Peyton was ready to get up to get the doorbell the instant she heard it, but Brooke stuck out her hand to stop her.

"I'll get it," Brooke offered as she stood up. "You and mini-Jagielski relax." She walked to the door and opened. The moment she did, she wished she had asked who was there.

"Lucas..." Brooke stood there awkwardly for a moment, he didn't look like he had changed much in the last five years, but as always he looked amazing.

"Brooke, I need you to tell me the truth because I can't handle anymore of your lies," he told her, trying to remain calm. "Rachel overheard you talking to my mother. She said that you daughter..." His voice faltered.

She closed her eyes for a moment, blinking back the tears. "I meant to tell you, Lucas. I really did and I was going to...and..."

"And what!?" he demanded, barging into the house. "You what forgot to say 'Oh, Broody, I'm pregnant with your child' because that's not something you just forget, Brooke!" He was yelling now.

"Calm down right now," Brooke warned him, following him around the room. "Because if you don't keep your voice down, you will not meet her tonight or ever. She is my daughter. I have taken care of her for since she was born. I was the one in labor sixteen hours."

"I would have been there for you."

Brooke shook her head, a tear rolled down her cheek. "We would have hated each other." She knew they would have. Life was not a fairytale, sometimes people didn't get happy endings.

"Brooke, I want to see her. I want to be her father."

She was in a daze. Was Lucas still yelling? She couldn't really tell. "She's in the back yard."

Lucas walked pass Brooke and into the backyard. He had never been so anxious before in his life. He was going to meet his daughter. His daughter. The words seem so foreign to him.

Brooke quickly followed Lucas. She needed to be the one to introduce them...to tell Paige that Lucas was her father.

Lucas's eyes darted to the dark haired, blue eyed four year old playing basketball. She looked just like Brooke, a mini-Brooke. Lucas had once pictured what he and Brooke's children would look like and she was definitely their daughter.

Brooke walked past Lucas and to Paige. "Angel, I would like you to meet someone. This is Lucas," she said softly. "He's your daddy."

So, Paige has met Lucas, yaaaaaay?

Also, there will be more flashbacks to come. I'm not sure if everyone likes flashbacks, but it's kinda crucial to know some of the reasons why people are doing stuff in the story.

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Keep a look out for chapter four later this week...maybe?