So, I know I said that chapter 4 would be the longest, but I lied. This chapter is about 3,000 or so. Happy Easter to those who celebrate the holiday. For those who don't, well, Happy Sunday! I think from now on, expect a chapter every week. It seems I've fallen into a routine of not writing Sunday or Monday and then Tuesday afternoon I start the new chapter and it seems to get done by Thursday/Friday to be sent to my Beta and I usually get it back a day later. So, usually, I'll probably update once a week.
I can't believe we have to wait for One Tree Hill until April. I've heard that the last few episode are Brucas, hopefully that's true! We really need them back on the show. Little Lily was adorable in last week's episode. She looked like a little Brooke. Ironic how Jamie looks like a little Lucas. Maybe the two kids give them a look at what their children will look like. Hopefully, it will bring them back together. The show just can't end with Leyton. Peyton never got the embarrassing speeches, the love letters every week, or even the 'I'm the guy for you' line. So, how can they end up together? They just can't! (If it isn't obvious, I'm against a romantic Leyton relationship with every fiber of my being.)
Anyways, back to the story. Thanks to Brucas2006, all the reviewers, and all the readers! Enjoy, and REVIEW!!
Brooke closed the door quietly after Jake disappeared from view. All right, it's time to get a move on. I've got to get B.L. dressed, take a shower, get dressed myself, finish the design for the Milan fashion show, and get out of here no later than an hour from now. Great! I can handle it! Who am I kidding? Brooke turned abruptly and started going up the stairs two at a time. Deciding to get Brett dressed first, she moved off towards his end of the wing.
"Babe, where'd you go?" Brooke questioned loudly, peeking into the playroom. No B.L. there.
"In here Momma," came the muffled response.
She followed the source of the noise until she found her four year-old struggling to fit a shirt over his head. Giggling at the sight of him wiggling around the room, Brooke took a step into the boy's room.
Trying to stifle her laughter, Brooke asked, "You need any help there B.L.?"
Instead on speaking, Brett merely nodded, the sleeves of his shirt flapping as his head went up and down. His mother chuckled and pulled the shirt down over his head. Helping him put his arms in the sleeves; Brooke looked her son up and down. Not a bad job. He must really have my fashion sense. And, he's color coordinated! From his green and white striped short sleeve polo to his black, cargo shorts to his green, miniature Nike shoes. I'm so proud!
"Brett you look adorable! Did you pick out your outfit all by yourself?"
B. Landon's little head nodded up and down. "I sure did Momma. Did I do good?"
"Oh, baby, you did great. How about you go play while I go and get dressed?"
"Okay, but Momma? You always pick out what I wear, so can I pick out what you're gonna wear today? Plleeassee?"
Brooke laughed. "Okay little man, but don't whine. Let's go we're late."
Skipping out of the room, Brett sang, "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!"
Brooke laughed at her son's antics. "Okay, mister, I think you've watched a little too much Alice in Wonderland."
The two brunettes walked into Brooke's bedroom and headed straight for her closet; her closet that could easily accommodate a family of 3. Every inch of wall space was taken, not to mention the island in the middle of the room that held rows and rows of shoes and handbags. Brooke Davis had every piece of clothing imaginable for any occasion that could arise.
"Okay, I'm going to quickly brush my teeth and do my makeup while you choose which outfit is going to make me look fabulous." Brooke smiled as she began to walk out of the closet.
" 'Kay momma." Brett replied, already prowling through her closet in search of the perfect outfit.
Brooke hurried into her bathroom. Deciding that a shower was not necessary, the brunette jumped right into brushing her teeth and putting curlers in her raven locks. Applying her makeup in under 2 minutes had become second nature since having a kid. Heck, at least now she could apply it with both hands instead of having a baby in one arm and a mascara wand in the other! Nobody could imagine how hard it was to apply mascara with one hand while holding a squirming baby in the other.
Five minutes later Brooke walked back into her closet, searching for Brett. "B.L. did you find what I'm going to wear?"
"Yeah!" Brett responded poking his head out from an over-pilled rack of clothes, nearly giving his mother a heart attack. Brooke jumped back in surprise, not expecting him to come out from there.
"Okay, bud, what am I wearing today?" Brooke asked, curious to see what her son's choice in clothing was. She just hoped they weren't badly matched because if they were, she would probably wear them anyway just so she wouldn't hurt Brett's feelings. She could see the headlines now.'Fashion Designer Brooke Davis walks into work as a Fashion Disaster'.
"Well, Momma, I need you to get them down for me. I'm too short!" Brett said moaning slightly at his size.
"I think you're just perfect!" Brooke stated, affectionately tapping B.L. on his little nose. "Now, what do you want me to get down for you?" she asked.
"This dress with that and these shoes." Brett responded, pointing to his choices.
Brooke stood there for a minute absorbing what her son picked out. He is a genius! Maybe he'll take over my fashion line. God, I never even thought of putting those together! She could think of a new headline 'Brett Landon Davis; Fashion Child Genius'
"Did I pick good Momma?" Brett asked sweetly.
"Babe, what you picked is awesome! Why don't you go play for a bit and pack whatever you want to take to the office while I change and finish getting ready, 'kay?"
" 'Kay Momma."
Five minutes later, Brooke emerged from her closet, newly dressed. B. L. sure did a good job picking out her clothes. Brooke stepped out of her closet dressed in a simple black dress with belt loops. Instead of the customary red belt, Brett had chosen a green belt that matched his shirt. The outfit was completed with green high heels. I've never been so proud!
Brooke checked her watch before grabbing a matching green clutch and throwing all of the necessities into it. Hurrying down the hall, Brooke reached the stairs in impressive time. Upon reaching the kitchen she quickly rinsed out all of the breakfast dishes. Dashing into her home office she hurriedly finished her sketch before packing it into her briefcase. Five minutes to grab B.L. and get into the car. Okay, I can do this! I actually might be on time today!
"BRETT! C'MON WE GOTTA GO!" Brooke screamed loudly up the stairs whilst flinging her cell phone, beeper, and PDA into her purse, which was then stuffed into her black, leather briefcase.
B.L. carefully, but quickly, walked down the wooden stairs, a small backpack adorning his shoulders. Brooke glanced down at it, realizing that it was the New York Knick's bag that Jake had given him when he turned three.Well, he may have my fashion sense, but he definitely has Lucas's love of basketball. Already at his age, he was showing promising skills and a passion for the game.
With minutes to spare, Brooke made it onto the floor, which held her office. Her fashion line, Clothes Over Bros, had prime office space in downtown New York City along with a gorgeous view. While ascending up to the tenth floor, where Brooke's office was, she watched her son scan over the pictures of the sport's section of the newspaper. Every Saturday when Brooke would bring B.L. into work with her for a few hours, the doorman would set aside the sport's section for Brett, it had become a tradition.
The two Davis's stepped out of the elevator and walked through the frenzy maze of delivery guys, staff carrying clothes, and business associates. Passing by Millicent's desk, Brooke collected her messages and schedule for the next 3 hours in the office. She headed into her very spacious office, Brett following along behind. No sooner had she sat down in her office chair that a familiar redhead plopped down on the couch in her office, right beside Brett.
"Hey slut," Rachel directed at Brooke. "Hey little man," she added to the little brunette boy that had leaned over to give her a hug.
"Hey Red. I haven't seen you in forever!" the four year-old exclaimed dramatically, using his age-old nickname for his Mom's best friend.
"I know, B.L. You see, there is this little thing called a job, and unfortunately if I don't do mine, your mom will send my ass to the streets." She responded with a smirk.
"No swearing! You owe me a dollar." The boy demanded.
"Brooke, how did you end up with a son that is like the swear police? I mean, I personally thought your kid's first word would be asshole or maybe hoe." Rachel said, handing the boy 3 dollars for the three swear words she had uttered.
"You are making me rich!" B.L. stated happily. Almost every time he saw Red he would end up with at least 5 dollars. Rachel Gatina and swearing just happened to come hand in hand, luckily enough for Brett Landon.
"Yeah, like you don't already have enough money." Rachel pointed out.
Brooke laughed at how true that statement was. "So, B.L. would you rather sit here in my boring office or go hang out with Rachel for the next couple hours?"
"I'll go hang with Rachel, Momma."
" 'Kay. Give me a hug first, though." The brunette responded, smiling.
Brett went over and hugged his mother tightly before grabbing his backpack and grasping Rachel's outreached hand.
Three hours later Brooke and Brett said goodbye to the staff of Clothes Over Bros and headed home, picking up lunch on the way. B.L. could barely contain his enthusiasm for seeing his best friend for the first time in 24 hours.
The two made their way into the lobby of their fancy apartment building and to the elevator without B.L. saying one word about J.J. That changed once the elevator door opened, revealing Jake and his lovely daughter hanging outside Brooke's wooden door.
"J.J.!" Brett squealed with delight.
"B.L.!" Jenny Jagielski screeched, using that nickname she gave him when he was just a baby.
The two best friends made a mad dash for each other, meeting in a hug halfway between. The adults laughed and ushered the kids into Brooke's home. After setting the kids down with the food Brooke picked up for lunch in the kitchen, conveniently for four people, the adults migrated into the living room to talk and eat.
"So, what's on your mind?" Brooke questioned, picking up her chicken salad wrap.
"What do you mean?" The brunette man retaliated, stuffing his hamburger into his mouth.
"Jake, I know you too well. Something is eating at your brain, so spill!"
After swallowing his bite of burger, Jake laughed. "Okay, okay, no need to get pushy! Well, a few pipes in my apartment building broke and the landlord says it will be 3 months before we can move back in." He sighed, putting down his lunch.
Brooke gasped. "That's horrible. When do you guys have to move out?"
"By tomorrow." Jake replied.
"Do you already have a place to stay?" She questioned.
"No one wants to do a 3 month lease, so I guess J.J. and I will probably just stay at a hotel." Jake told her sighing.
"Oh, no you won't. You guys will come and stay here. You can have the guest room next to me and I bet J.J. and B.L. would love to have a 3 month sleepover. It will be so much fun!" She gushed.
Jake laughed at her enthusiasm. "B. Davis, I don't want us to get in your way."
"Nonsense, you won't be in the way. And, besides, B.L. would love being able to see you everyday. He misses you. And, so do I. This way he'll see you everyday, and I'll get to see my little Jenny everyday too!"
"Okay, as long as we're not imposing. How about we ask the kids?" Jake suggested with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure they'll object right away. No way do those two want to spend everyday together!" Brooke stated, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Brooke and Jake walked into the kitchen where they found Brett and Jenny sitting at the table eating and chatting away. Brett seemed to be demonstrating some basketball move to Jenny. The little girl crinkled her nose up in disgust and instead showed her best friend one of her dance moves. Jenny's dark brunette locks bounced up and down as she twirled for Brett.
Jake leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, next to Brooke. The two stood there watching their children interact; they really were best friends. Jake studied his daughter with her slightly wavy brunette locks and hazel eyes. His eyes traveled to the brunette beside him. It was ironic and funny how much Jenny looked like Brooke. She could have been the mini version of his friend except without the dimples.
The kids finally spotting them stopped playing around and made a beeline for the adults. Jenny raced towards Brooke, jumping into her arms. Brooke had played a big part in her life. She had been around since Jenny was two and she always took Jenny to the mother-daughter activities at her school. Likewise, Jake and Brett would go to the father-son days and camping trips together. The four of them looked out for each other, the way it had always been.
Easily hoisting Jenny up, Brooke hugged the little girl. She was small for her age, but she was feisty. Jenny really reminded Brooke of herself. She was energetic, girly, and dramatic; overall everything Jake thought his daughter wouldn't be. He imagined she'd be mellow, a tomboy, and into basketball. After all, she had grown up with just a dad. But, I suppose Brooke had always been her mother figure. Heck, those two spend almost the entire weekend together. Brooke was bound to rub off on Jenny. And, I couldn't have asked for a better role model for my daughter.
Brett Landon followed his best friend over to the adults, attaching himself to Jake's legs and hugging them tightly before being lifted up and placed on the man's hip. Right there in that moment, the four brunettes looked like a family. All of them had smiles on their faces and were laughing at a joke Brett had just told. The four of them moved into the family room where the adults sat the kids down on the comfortable couch.
'So, guys, what do you feel about a sleepover?" Brooke started, her glance moving from B.L. to Jenny.
"Yeah!" The two shouted with glee.
"Okay, well this is going to be a special sleepover," Brooke continued. Two small, confused faces looked up at her. "You see, Jake and J.J. are going to live with us for a few months, so it'll be like one gigantic sleepover! How do you guys feel about that?"
"Momma, thank you so much!" B.L. screamed before launching himself into his mother's arms. "This is the best birthday present ever!"
Brooke laughed. "Brett, first off, this isn't your birthday present, and second off, your birthday isn't until November. November is like 6 months away. She told him laughing.
"Oh," the small boy said, before his grin returned to his face. "J.J. is gonna stay in my room right?"
"Yeah, bud if that's alright with you." Jake piped in.
"Of course it is!" Brett answered excitedly.
The two kids played the rest of the day while the adults talked and caught up. It was around ten o'clock when Brook and Jake walked into Brett's playroom to find the kids curled up, the end credits of Beauty and the Beast rolling.
"How about you guys just stay the night and we'll go and get your stuff in the morning?" Brooke whispered to Jake.
"Sounds good."
"Okay, let's take them to B.L.'s room."
Jake picked up Jenny whilst Brooke hoisted Brett into her arms. The adults silently carried their kids to Brett's basketball adorned room. The wooden floor was painted like a basketball court, complete with a three-point line. In the corner of his room was a miniature basketball hoop and a grandstand mural took over one of Brett Landon's walls. The room was completed with two matching beds, sitting right next to each other, one for Brett and the other for Jenny. Jake laid down his daughter on "her bed" in B.L.'s room and kissed her goodnight before pulling the covers over her tiny body.
Brooke brought B.L. over to his bed and placed him in it, wrapping his bed covers around him like a cocoon.
"I love you Pooh Bear," Brooke whispered, using her pet name for Brett.
"Love you too Momma Roo," Brett replied groggily, using the nickname he had made up for his mother.
And, with that, Brooke got up and glanced at the two sleeping children. How can one possibly love somebody this much? I glance at Jenny and Brett and see the friendship Peyton and I had as children, always playful and telling each other everything. Brett just makes life so much more meaningful for me. And, then I see Jenny. She always looks a little crestfallen when she sees Brett hug me. I feel so bad that her mother would abandon her. I still remember the promise I mad myself four years ago, the day Jenny begged me to not leave her. "I will never leave you Jenny, I love you." Brooke whispered to the sleeping girl, stroking her head of curls.
"Love you too," the tiny girl responded, her eyes opening to look at Brooke before shutting as sleep overcame her.
Brooke made her way to the door of B.L.'s room, stopping to glance at the two children, their small chests rising and falling in slumber.
"I love you, my babies" Brooke whispered into the silent room before quietly shutting the door behind her.
