Chapter 5 Why Do You Even Have a House?

After the hospital, Brooke came straight home and walked into her bedroom. Her dress from the previous night was still thrown over the chair and most of her clothes were spread out on the floor. Among her stuff were bits that quite didn't fit, they were masculine. Brooke smiled and walked over to her closet, and started to slip out of what ever street clothes that she wore.

She neatly folded up what ever she grabbed to wear when she rushed to the hospital after leaving TRIC. She still wore the fancy lingerie that she had underneath her party cloths. It had been a long day and she just wanted to sleep for a few hours. As she chucked her dirty cloths in a pile in the corner of her closet, she pulled on simple pajama bottoms and a tank-top.

Brooke let loose a wicked smile, the one she smiled every time she dressed in her pajamas. It was that knowing smile that all the people that followed her and copied her public fashion would be shocked if they knew the truth. For all her high fashion and cutting edge style, she still wore simple comfortable pajamas. It was in Brooke's eyes her dirty little secret. She would smile and wink when she told her girls one of the most important things is to have nice comfortable pajamas because they bring great comfort to you. Being comfortable was so important.

She climbed into her bed and wrapped her arms around Baldwin. He was comfortably asleep but she decided to wake him up. Slowly she started to kiss his neck and massage his stomach. Baldwin shifted and finally woke up, rolling over and looked into her eyes.

"How long have you been here?" he asked.

Brooke shook her head, "Not long, I see you've taken liberties already," she said, smiling her dimpled smile.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Sleeping in my bed when I'm not around," she said.

He laughed, "Yeah, it is quite comfortable."

She shook her head, "So, why do you even have a house?"

Baldwin shrugged, "Well, I won't have that trouble tomorrow night."

She giggled and pulled him closer, "Yeah, so when do they arrive tomorrow?"

"Sometime while you're in work, and the girls are in school."

Brooke nodded, "Isn't this going to be great?"

Baldwin nodded, and pulled her close. "I just hope Fallon doesn't cause any trouble."

Brooke shook her head, "I've talked with Chase about that. She assures me that Fallon will be under control."

Baldwin sighed, "I can't believe you let your oldest, ex-alcoholic daughter oversee the house."

Brooke shrugged her shoulders, "When her dad left, she really stepped up and got the girls in line. She was my little boss. The girls listened, and by the time she was thirteen I had no need for a nanny anymore. What I didn't know was that was when she got hooked on the partying, drinking, and the drugs. But she was functional, where I wasn't so much. She raised her sisters."

Baldwin nodded and kissed Brooke on the forehead. "Well, she might be just what Fallon needs."

Brooke smiled, "I think so."

"So what else is there other then she'll have to listen to Chase?"

Brooke smiled, "There are of course chores. Now enough with talking about the girls, it's been a long day, I need some sleep."

Baldwin nodded and held her close. He felt her slip into sleep. Her chest rose and sank evenly as she fell into the even breathing patterns of sleep. For the longest time he just held her and listened to her breath. Finally, he leaned his chin against her head.

The scent of her shampoo was still there. She always had this beautiful scent in her hair. He enjoyed smelling it when he held her close. Also, she wore these amazing perfumes that always made his head swim. Brooke Davis was an amazing woman, and someone he didn't want to be with out.

He moved about the bed gently in order not to wake her up. It was his plan to sleep soon, and with her in his arms. When he reflected upon the moments like this, he often wondered who she was in Lucas' books. He knew he placed all his friends in his books, but he could never figure out who she was in the book.

Finally, he rested his cheek to her cheek. He took one last breath filling his lungs with her scent.

That was when he whispered, "Brooke Davis, I love you."

He slid his head down to the pillows next to her and rested facing her. He closed his eyes and slowly returned to sleep.