After seeing that Angie was ok, and being told to leave that visiting hours were over, Brooke and Lucas tell the baby they had grown to love that they'd be back tomorrow.

They reach Brooke's car, and Lucas says, "I'll drive."

Brooke nods mutely and hands him the keys. "Lets go to my place."

"Okay," Lucas says, turning out of the hospital driveway.

The car ride to Brooke's house is filled with silence. No talking from the two adults, and no music, not even the sound Brooke has come to love, Angie's crying, gurgling, or fussing. Lucas pulls the car into the driveway and Brooke turns to him.

"Will you give me a few minutes? I need to talk to Peyton. Please," she asks.

He nods and kisses her cheek, "Sure."

Brooke gets out of the car and walks to her door. She takes a deep breath, 'here goes nothing,' she thinks, then opens the door.

"Peyton?" she calls out.

Peyton walks out of her room with her planner in hand. "Hey, B. Davis. How's Angie?" she asks, taking a seat at the counter

"She's fine. She looked so helpless," Brooke answers, sitting next to her friend, willing her tears not to fall.

"She's ok now, Brooke. She's going to live a wonderful life, and its because of you," Peyton assures her.

"Yeah," Brooke whispers. "Look, um, I need to talk to you. You're probably never going to speak to me again, and I'd understand. I've been with Lucas these last few days. I went over to his house a few nights ago because Angie wouldn't stop crying and I needed to get my sketches done, and he helped me with her."

Peyton smiles, "That was nice of him."

Brooke nods, "Yeah, it was. Well, he asked me to stay. We started talking about everything. One thing led to another. Peyton, we're trying again."

She's waiting for a slap in the face, a kick on the shin, something. Any reaction, she's ready.

Peyton fakes shock, then looks down.

"I already knew," she said.

Not the reaction Brooke was expecting.

"What?!" Brooke asks, wondering how Peyton could possibly know. Nobody knows, except Angie, but she can't talk. "How?"

"Well, I showed up at the hospital today to check on Angie, and you. You and Lucas were talking to a doctor or nurse, you turned and cried in his chest, then you kissed him. I put two and two together," Peyton explains.

"God, Peyt, I didn't want you to find out like that," Brooke says, and hugs her friend. "This isn't going to cause any weirdness is it?"

Peyton doesn't bother covering up her pain, "I'm not going to lie to you Brooke. It's going to be hard. Seeing you with him. But he's chosen who he wants, and it's clearly not me. I just, I have to move on too. I can't keep holding onto the past. I'm happy if you're happy, Brooke."

She nods, "I'm really happy, Peyt. It's only been approximately 48 hours, but I'm happy."

--

"So, she's ok with this, us? It's not gonna end with us fighting over her again?" Lucas says, laying down on Brooke's bed.

Brooke sits next to him. "No, Lucas, it's not. I'm not gonna lose you again. I can't."

He sits up and kisses her. "You won't. I'm not going anywhere."

She kisses him again, then says, "We need to talk."

"Uh-oh," he says, "Nothing good comes from that phrase."

"No, its nothing bad, I've just been thinking about us a lot," Brooke says, waiting for him to say or do something, when he looks at her and nods she continues, "I love you, Lucas. I was thinking how quickly we got together the other night. I don't regret it for a second. But I want to take things slowly this time. Can we do that?"

He smiles at her. "Of course we can."

"Okay. We can still do the sleepovers, but I want to wait awhile before we make love again," she tells him.

"Just let me know when you're ready," he says, pulling her onto the bed with him.

That's how they fell asleep. Holding each other close, trying to forget what happened earlier that day. Feeling more confident in their new relationship than ever before.