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What's True
Chapter 4 -
"Look, I'm sorry." His voice broke the silence in the darkened room.
Brooke rolled over and scooted closer to her daughter, wrapping her arms around her daughter's small body. She didn't want to hear him, see him, or even be in the same room as him. She knew this was a bad idea from the start.
"Brooke, I know you're awake." He finished off the sentence with flicking the light switch on. Brooke rolled over once more, now facing him, and squinted her eyes, trying to readjust to the light outburst the room just had.
"You know we have a daughter sleeping over here."
"Rylie's a very heavy sleeper. Besides, we really need to talk."
"We did enough talking already, Luke. And honestly, I don't want to hear any more of what you have to say."
"I'm sorry that I brought that up from college."
"Yeah, well, you should be." She scoffed.
"I just...I wanna know why you didn't say yes. Because you know that we both loved each other. Sure, we were young and all but...—."
"Lucas, please. We shouldn't even be having this conversation. I'm sure Lindsey wouldn't approve."
"God, Brooke. That's why I can never talk to you anymore. You always bring her into this. You're going to have to learn to be a lot nicer to her. This is going to be my life now. She's going to be my wife."
Wife. Brooke would have been called his wife if she had said yes five years ago. And then they wouldn't even be having this conversation now.
"I know, I know, alright? But that doesn't mean that you have to ignore your daughter."
"I don't ignore Rylie, Brooke."
"You do. She loves you and all, but that doesn't change the fact that you do."
"First of all, we weren't even talking about Rylie, so maybe you want to stop throwing her into this. And second, you also better stop throwing my fiancé in our conversations, too!"
Next to Brooke, Rylie murmured something, yawned, and then turned on her side to face her two parents. "Why are you yelling daddy?" She asked rubbing her eyes.
"Great job, Luke. Nice going with waking her up..." She glared at him and then rolled her eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing, sweetheart. You should probably go back to sleep, we've all got a big day tomorrow."
"Okay. Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. Love you."
"Love you, too, babe."
Rylie tossed and turned in the bed once more before wrapping herself in the blankets.
Brooke shook her head and turned towards the wall. She couldn't stand to look at him any longer.
"Goodnight." She heard him whisper before the room fell dark again.
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She woke up the next morning to the bed beneath her bouncing up and down.
"Mommy wake up!" Now a voice came into the picture; Rylie's voice.
Between the constant movement from the bed and her daughter's whining, urging her to get up, Brooke finally caved in and opened her eyes.
Rylie had been jumping on the bed and Lucas was sitting by the small table by the window, drinking a cup of coffee.
"Hi, mommy!"
"Good morning, baby. You seem extremely happy and energetic today."
"Daddy gave me coffee."
"He did, did he?" Brooke replied, looking over to Lucas.
"We didn't want to wake you so we went out to get breakfast. I brought you back something."
"I'm not hungry." She said quickly and then looked away from him, hoping her rude actions would go unnoticed by her daughter, who at the moment was still jumping up and down.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Rylie sighed before plopping down in front of her mother. "What is going on with your hair?" Brooke asked, noticing her daughter's two lopsided, uneven, brunette pigtails.
"Daddy did it for me."
"I can tell. Look, mommy's gonna go jump in the shower quickly and then we're gonna fix this mess up. Don't go too crazy while I'm gone."
Brooke got off the bed and walked to her suitcase to get a fresh pair of clothing to put on. Her back was turned to Lucas but somehow she could feel his eyes follow her, burn into her. And it made her very uncomfortable.
She needed a good shower. Just to forget about everything that had happened so far, and to just relax.
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The rest of the car ride to Tree Hill was everything but relaxing. Before Lucas crashed on their plans, Brooke had imagined the car ride with her daughter to be great. She'd tell her everything about where she used to live, and along the way they'd sing songs together and play games. They'd have a blast. But with Lucas thrown into the mix, everything was different; and not in a good way, either.
"So that's where you lived, mommy?" Their car was parked outside what used to be the Davis residence. Brooke nodded.
"It's nice. Do you like it better than where we live now?"
"I love both places, Ry."
"The door's still red." Lucas noted. It was the first few words he had spoken in a long time.
"Yeah. Brings back a lot of memories, huh?" She looked at him and the whole car stayed silent for a good few seconds, and it felt like an eternity.
Just when Brooke was about to open her mouth to speak again, Lucas's cell phone rang.
He pulled it out of his pocket, looking to see who it was. "It's Lindsey." Brooke nodded and then turned towards the window and stared at the red door. "Hello. Yeah, hold on." He pulled the phone away from his ear and turned towards Brooke, except she wasn't looking at him. He knew why. "I'm just going to step out for a minute." He didn't wait for a reply and just opened the car door and got out.
"Mommy?" Rylie asked, and leaned forward, tapping on her mother's shoulder.
"Yeah, Ry?"
"Why are you sad?"
"Me? I'm not sad. Why would I be sad?"
"I don't know." Rylie shrugged. "You seem sad. Is it because you miss living here?"
Brooke paused a minute and looked outside to where Lucas was having a conversation over the phone with his fiancé, "Yeah. I guess, babe."
Truth was, it wasn't just the place she missed. When they lived there as teens, sure, things were complicated. But at least they were together. And if they hadn't moved to Chapel Hill, Lucas would have never met Lindsey. And maybe that's why she missed Tree Hill so much.
"But you like Chapel Hill, right?"
"Of course. That's where our lives are, silly. I love it there." She lied to her daughter. Because Chapel Hill was nothing except a place where a certain bitch named Lindsey lived.
"And daddy loves it because he has Lindsey there, right?"
Brooke swallowed a lump in her throat and tried not to let her eyes tear up. "Right."
"I know I said this already, mommy, but I'm really glad daddy could come with us. Because I didn't see him for a whole week and I really missed him. But he loves me, right?"
That question just broke her heart into little, tiny pieces. For her own daughter to have to ask such question made her want to cry.
'But he loves me, right?'
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His hands were rested on the wheelchair she was sitting in as his eyes were fixated on a window that overlooked a room full of newborn babies.
"You okay?" He asked, after noticing the two had rested in complete silence for two minutes.
"Yeah, I just...I can't believe we have a daughter." She smiled up at him from her seat. It was a real smile, and she hadn't had one of those grace her face in a long time.
"I know. It's amazing." He then walked over to her side and kneeled down beside her. "But what are we going to do now?"
Her eyes broke away from the glass. "I don't know."
He nodded and took her hand in his. They had decided that they wouldn't get married, and they wouldn't even date, either. "But we're gonna be fine, you know?"
"I know." And as hard as it was to believe, for the first time in months, she didn't really want to think about what would happen next between her and Lucas. Her eyes made its way to who she and Lucas thought was the cutest baby girl in the whole nursery.
She absolutely didn't want to think about her and Lucas now.
Because they had a daughter. And everything finally seemed perfect for once.
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A/N - I'm not crazy about this chapter. But let me know!!! Thanks!
–Melissa