Yay! Chapter 7! This is probably one of my favorites! Hope you guys like it! Please R&R

"Lucas, come on. We're going to be late" Brooke whined waiting by the door. She was just ready to get this over with. There weren't any more awkward moments than these doctors' appointments. Not to mention all the fat women and screaming children they brought with them. She would rather be in History.

"What's taking him so long?"

"He over slept"

"Lucas?" Karen asked shocked because Lucas didn't usually over sleep. In fact he was usually up and ready to go before Brooke had even rolled over in the mornings.

"I wanted strawberries at like 2AM, and apparently they aren't that easy to find at that time of night"

"Brooke, he needs sleep"

"Yea and so do I, but when his kid has be puking every 4 hours the least he can do is get me some freaking strawberries" Brooke whined ready to strangle Karen. She was too happy lately. Ever since she had hit her happy 16 weeks of being pregnant she had gotten on Brooke's last nerve. Everything was smiles and singing and happiness. It made Brooke, who was feeling completely miserable still want to gag.

"Are you wearing that?"

"Yea, why?"

"Its just, maybe you should dress a little more conservative for this" Karen whispered pulling the straps of Brooke's tank top up so she was showing less cleavage.

"Karen I'm 17 and pregnant, they're already gonna think I'm a whore"

"Have you talked to your parents yet?"

And there it was. Karen had been on Brooke for the past few days to call her parents, and fill them in. She'd given her complete lectures on how important it was to keep them in the loop. But Brooke wasn't stupid. She knew what her parents would do if they found out. They'd try and get her to come back home and have an abortion. A baby under the age of 30 in her family just wasn't acceptable. And if she refused that, then they'd basically stop her cash flow and disown her. So the way Brooke saw it. They never had to know. And sure, Karen may have been good at her lectures about it… but little did she know, Brooke was just as good at lying.

"I called them last night" Brooke lied, putting on the most sincere, sad face she could muster praying that Karen fell for it.

"And how did they take it?"

"They were mad, but they said as long as I didn't bother them with it or tell any of their friends they wouldn't butt in."

"That's it?" Karen asked a little surprised there wasn't more. But then when she really thought about it, it made sense. Brooke's parents didn't exactly care what she did as long as it didn't bother them.

"My parents aren't really hands on"

"Well I know that but, still. I'm glad you told them. Isn't that a weight off your chest?"

"You have no idea, thanks Karen" Brooke said putting on her fakest smile.

"No problem sweetie"

"Ok lets go" Lucas yawned grabbing his bookbag. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through the day today. Especially his test in bio he hadn't studied for yet.

"Remember to write down that they say"

"Ok"

"And save the picture they give you" Karen yelled as they walked out the door. She knew she was getting on Brooke's last nerve but these were things they were going to be glad they had in the future.

"And I'll make sure to take pictures of Lucas with the doctor for you"

The doctor's office was boring as usual. Brooke sat there, trying to avoid the graphic, almost terrifying pictures they had in the magazines. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why they'd even put those out for people to see. I mean it was bad enough her having to look at them but poor Lucas's face when completely pale when he saw them. Lucas was one of those guys who didn't do blood, or gore or anything gross for that matter.

"I'm sorry I made you get me strawberries at 2AM" Brooke said, feeling kind of guilty for making him stay up so late. Every few seconds she'd see his eyes close, and then open back really fast. She could only imagine what school was going to be like for him today.

"That's what I'm here for"

"I know, but I feel bad. You look so tired. We have one of those stupid senior seminars today so you can sleep through it"

"Lets just be glad my mom's 16 weeks now and she doesn't get the cravings anymore" Lucas yawned putting his arm around Brooke. He didn't want her to feel guilty about anything she asked him to do. He'd seen how miserable she'd been the past few weeks and couldn't even imagine what it was like to throw up every couple hours.

"So true, but she is getting pretty fat"

"Lucas? Brooke?" Brooke and Lucas both turned around hearing their names called out. Who other than Whitney was standing there in the doorway grinning from ear to ear waving. Lucas waved and smiled back but Brooke just wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and hide. She wasn't exactly ready for the whole school to know she was pregnant.

"Oh god"

"What are you two doing, wait. Oh My God. I'm so sorry!"

"Um, thanks? I think" Lucas said trying to figure out what the right response for a statement like that was. He was never sure how he was supposed to act when people mentioned things about Brooke being pregnant to him.

"I had no idea! Are you here for a… a-b-o-r-t-i-o-n?"

"Um, no"

"Oh so your keeping it" Whitney asked. She seemed really shocked. The look on her face gave Brooke some kind of sick pleasure. It was one of Lucas Scott? Sweet Lucas? Get a girl pregnant? Never! Of course not that it had been all Lucas's fault. It definitely had taken the two of them to make the baby, and neither had complained while it was happening.

"Yea?"

"Oh, well wow"

"Brooke Davis" The nurse called from the doorway. Brooke and Lucas had never been so happy to hear Brooke's name called out. Lucas wasn't sure how much more of that awkwardness he could take.

"Thank god"

"Ok we'll I'll see you two at school"

The rest of the visit was as uncomfortable as ever. Brooke had never realized what pregnant women had to go through. Maybe if they had explained this part in sex-ed she might have thought twice about having sex. But it all went by fast enough and before she knew it, it was almost over. Last but not least was the ultrasound. This was the part that creeped Brooke out. The fact they could see inside her, plus the gross jelly they put on her stomach was almost too much to handle.

"Yep, you're about 7-8 weeks" The doctor said moving the ultra sound around Brooke's stomach. Brooke was looking as hard as she could at the screen but so far she could make out nothing. It all just looked like a bunch of black and gray nothingness and it was semi depressing.

"That's all?"

"Yep, see that right there? About the size of a cherry?"

"No" Brooke sighed still trying to make out what he was talking about. There were a lot of things that looked like they could be about the size of a cherry.

"Right there"

"Right where?"

"There, that's your baby" The doctor said pointing to the exact spot on the screen. Brooke still wasn't sure she saw it, but it was getting kind of pointless looking. As long as he was sure it was in there she'd believe him. It wasn't like she had any other choice.

"That's what's making me sick and my clothes fit tight"

"Yep"

"How long before I get fat?" Brooke asked dreading the answer. So far she couldn't actually tell any difference other than her jeans a little tighter. And her boobs were definitely a size bigger which made things kind of hard, but other than that she hadn't had any problems.

"Well it's your first baby so somewhere between 16-20 weeks"

"Oh joy"

"Well the baby looks good, Brooke you look great. You've been taking very good care of yourself. Is the morning sickness bad?" The doctor asked but both Brooke and Lucas's looks said it all.

"It's more like all the time sickness"

"The good news is that should be gone in a few weeks, ok well call if you need anything. Lucas living with 2 pregnant women, I wish you luck. Brooke, here's a picture"

"Thanks" Brooke smiled trying to be as nice as possible. She wasn't exactly sure why he was giving her a picture. It wasn't like there was anything to see. In fact it just made her more depressed looking at it.

"And Lucas, she's at that stage where her hormones should be nice and screwed up. One second she may be crying and the next laughing. Again, good luck."

Lucas thanked the doctor and then went back to where Brooke was lying back on the table staring at the picture. She had a really uneasy sad look on her face. Almost like she was going to cry. Lucas was almost scared to ask why, lately the slightest thing would set her off. But on the off chance it was something important, he decided to ask.

"Brooke what's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Brooke" Lucas sighed brushing her hair out of her face. She was definitely about to cry.

"It just doesn't look like a baby, I thought we were actually going to get to see it look like a baby this time"

"You're only like 8 weeks pregnant"

"Yea but the internet said it was supposed to have like ears and stuff, what if it doesn't? What if something's wrong and" Brooke wasn't sure what was wrong with her. Here she was babbling on about something she'd really tried not to care that much about or put that much thought into. So what if it didn't look like a baby? She couldn't figure out why this was bothering her so much.

"Brooke, it will ok? I promise. And since when do you research this kind of stuff"

"I was bored, and contrary to popular belief, I don't hate our baby. I do like to know what's going on with it"

"Who says you hate it?" Lucas asked but he already knew who the culprit was. He knew his mother had been saying stuff to Brooke even though she denied it.

"Your mom has this whole idea since I don't spend hours talking about it or planning for it like she and Haley do, I somehow hate it or don't want it. We both know if I didn't want it I wouldn't be having it"

"Brooke, look at me. Promise me you wont listen to my mother anymore ok? No one thinks you hate the baby. My mothers a lunatic, you know that"

"Yea" Brooke agreed, not bothering to defend Karen. She'd let him be right on this one.

"Ok, come here. I love you, you know that?" Lucas whispered pulling her into his chest. When his mom at been at this point she'd just been annoying. Crying at every stupid little thing, but with Brooke, he felt terrible for her. There was nothing worse then seeing her cry, especially when there wasn't anything he could do to help.

"Yea"

"Lets go to school, we can both sleep through our seminar"

The first thing Whitney Johnston did when she got to school was friend her newfound friend Peyton. The news she had to tell her was just too good to keep a secret. Brooke Davis was pregnant. It didn't take her long to find Peyton sitting at one of the tables at the promenade listening to her ipod, and took her even less time to tell her.

"So remember how I told you I was doing an internship at the OB clinic?" Whitney asked as she and Peyton walked to the gym for the senior seminar.

"Yea?"

"So guess who's pregnant"

"Um, I don't know Tim?" Peyton laughed, trying to imagine who out of the whole student body it could be. Really it could have been anyone, since it was after all Tree Hill.

"Brooke Davis"

"What?"

"I saw her and Lucas in there this morning. And apparently they're keeping the baby" Whitney whispered, making sure no but Peyton could hear.

"You're kidding me?"

"Nope"

"Oh my god" Peyton couldn't believe it. I mean yea, now that she knew it made a lot of since but she was still shocked. And a little hurt that Brooke hadn't said anything to her. Not that she'd given Brooke a chance. But still, part of her hurt that Brooke hadn't told her, and the other part wished it was her. That she was the one having Lucas's baby. And suddenly all her old anger was back. It could have been her, and if she hadn't of given Brooke the ok. Maybe it would have been her.

"I know, I felt so bad for them. Do you think we should put together a care package or something?"

"No, I've got a better idea"

Every year at Tree Hill High comes a seniors worst nightmare. The one class that changed a student's whole view on life. The one class that took over an entire week. Some students like for example Whitney Johnston loved it. They looked forward to it from the time they were freshmen. Then there were the ones like Brooke Davis, who would rather have been shot then to have to actually complete this class. Home Ec meets Health and Development.

"So basically what I'll be doing is paring each of you up with a partner, then you'll be given an electronic baby to carry around for an entire week. You must care for this baby like it were real. Feed it, change diapers, get up with it when it cries. If all of this is done you will receive A's, and if not you'll be repeating this class again and again until you master it"

"You have to be kidding me. Shouldn't we be like exempt from this?" Brooke whined, not believing how much this sucked. She couldn't believe they were actually making them do this. The way she saw it she, Rachel, Haley, Nathan and Lucas should have definitely been exempt from this one.

"You'd think so, maybe it'll be good practice"

"Or maybe it'll be slow death. God, lets just hope we get paired up together"

"Peyton Sawyer and" The teacher started and Brooke felt her stomach sink. She knew what was coming after that and. Lucas Scott. That's just how her life worked.

"Please don't say Lucas, please don't say Lucas"

"Zack Herrmann"

"Thank god" Brooke let out a huge sigh of relief. Anyone was better than Peyton.

"Haley James and Nathan Scott, Rachel Gatina and Tim Smith, Whitney Johnston and Lucas Scott"

"Someone really hates us" Rachel sighed burying her head in her hands.

"Brooke Davis and Mouth McFadden. Everyone please come and pick up your babies at the tables set up, and each senior has the rest of the day off to play mom and dad"

"At least we can go get some lunch" Lucas said helping Brooke down from the bleachers. He had a point. They did get the whole rest of the day off to do whatever they pleased; only they had to carry the stupid babies with them.

"Well Lucas I guess we're parents" Whitney smiled meeting Lucas at the bottom on the bleachers with their baby. Brooke was trying so hard not to laugh. Whitney already had on the backpack to carry the baby in and a diaper bag like she was going to have to actually do something.

"Hey mighty Mouth"

"We got a boy"

"That figures, you can name him" Brooke laughed looking at the beat up plastic baby. Whoever had had that baby before them had definitely done a number on it, so maybe it wouldn't matter if she did the same.

"I've got an interview until 12, so can you take him?"

"Mouth"

"Please?" Mouth seemed serious as he asked, so Brooke couldn't say no. Then how hard could this really be? It was a plastic doll that cried. There had to be some secret button to turn it off somewhere.

"Fine, but after 12 he's so yours"

"Thanks Brooke"

"So I've named our daughter Jade Lynn, but we can call her Lynn. I'll take her now, my parents will want to see her. Then I'll meet you at the café at 12?" Whitney asked, not exactly giving Lucas a chance to say no.

"Sure"

"She's taking this a little seriously isn't she?"

"Tim! No! Tim, stop touching our baby! Damn it! It's a baby!" Rachel yelled chasing after Tim through the gym.

"It could be worse I guess"

Brooke and Lucas spent the rest of the morning in the café eating and hanging out. It amazed Lucas how out of every item on the menu, and offering to make her anything Brooke still couldn't find something that seemed good to eat. She'd decided that she definitely wasn't eating chicken anymore, and anything green was iffy. Hamburgers seemed too greasy or bland, and the smell of eggs was enough to make her gag. So instead she decided to figure out how to turn her stupid baby off.

"Lucas, this thing sucks. What does it want now?" Brooke whined handing her 'baby' to Lucas. All the stupid thing did was cry and whine and make stupid cooing sounds that sounded sexual. It was enough to send anyone over the edge.

"A diaper change?"

"Its not real! This is ridiculous"

"Look Lynn! Its your daddy" Whitney said, waving to Brooke and Lucas from the doorway. Brooke couldn't help but laugh at this one. This girl was just too much.

"Speaking of ridiculous, she talks to that thing?"

"It has some kind of censors or something"

"So how's motherhood Whitney?" Brooke asked, deciding to play nice for a little while, to see how far this girl would really go with this. Brooke was waiting for her to pull out pictures of her first diaper change and bottle-feeding.

"It's wonderful, I mean I know the baby isn't real but I can't wait to be a mom one day, ya know?"

"Yea, no I really never had that feeling. Damn it shut up you crackwhore baby! I swear I will throw you again"

"Again?" Whitney asked, stunned by the way Brooke was holding her doll upside down looking for the off button.

"Mother daughter falling out on the way here"

"Brooke isn't your baby supposed to be a boy?"

"It's a transvestite baby ok? There were no cute clothes for the boy babies" Brooke said, giving up and handing the baby back to Lucas. Who actually stopped its crying with-in 2 seconds of getting it.

"You know Brooke, this could be a really good learning experience for you. These babies are very similar to real ones in certain aspects."

"See, I plan on carrying this baby for 9 months, and then after I have to give birth to it. It's all Lucas's. So you better hope this baby's a boy. Damn it Lucas, shut this thing up"

"What about when the baby has to be nursed?" Whitney asked. Brooke wasn't sure what she meant. Nursed like nursed back to health? Or something else?

"What?"

"Fed"

"It's called a bottle, I think Lucas can handle it" Brooke smiled giving Lucas a few pats on the cheek. Lucas didn't even bother saying anything, although he did wonder where the girl who was worried about her baby having ears this morning had suddenly disappeared too.

"Brooke, you have to breast feed"

"Um, no I really don't. Oh thank god its 12:00! I can take Mouth his evil spawn from hell back now. I'll be back"

"She's um, good luck" Was all Whitney could think to say after Brooke had left. She'd never seen anything like it before.

"She's all talk"

"You sure about that? She seems pretty adamant"

"She carries the ultra sound picture around in her wallet and has a list of baby names hidden under her pillow. The fact that she doesn't drink and actually listens to the doctor is a miracle in itself" Lucas laughed, but it wasn't really worth trying to explain Brooke to anyone. She had her way to deal with things and yea they weren't like most peoples but that's just how she coped.

"Then why does she act so pissed off about it"

"She's scared, and rather than admit that, she'd rather hide it with jokes and mean comments. Truthfully, I'm surprised she's doing this well with it"

"But why keep it? Why not just do adoption or something" Whitney asked, still trying to figure out why anyone would keep a baby at 17. It just didn't make any since to her.

"Because we both have some issues with our parents not really wanting us"

"Right, you're dad. What's your mom think about this?"

"Obviously she's not happy, but the same thing happened with her so she's trying to be supportive" Lucas said. Although he was starting to question his moms 'supportiveness' a little bit lately.

"And Brooke's parents?"

Brooke met up with Mouth at the river court at exactly 12. She was so ready to hand over this crying piece of plastic to him and let him feel the pain. Of course as always Mouth was about 15 minutes late and she was ready to burn that poor baby by the time he finally got out.

"Hey, sorry it lasted longer than I thought it would" Mouth said, giving Brooke that smile he always gave to her, the one that always broke her heart. The whole world knew Mouth was in love with her, including her. She just wasn't able to love him back. At least not the way he loved her. And because of that she always tried to be extra sensitive when she was around him.

"Its ok, you can take our child now"

"Did you name him?"

"Nope, he's all yours" Brooke laughed handing Mouth the doll. She was guessing Mouth had probably put a lot of thought into a name and didn't want to ruin it for him by suggesting her own. She'd get to do the real thing in 7 months anyway.

"We could do it together"

"Ok, what do you have in mind?"

"Rob?" Mouth asked shyly. Brooke could see that as she had thought, he had actually put some thought into naming their doll and even though Rob reminded her of her 7th grade boyfriend, she decided to let him have it.

"Rob? Ok sure"

"If you don't like it"

"Its good, Mouth can we talk?" Brooke asked sitting down the bleachers. She had a feeling this might be a sit down conversation.

"Sure"

"Whitney found out something today, and she's probably already told Peyton. I'd rather you hear it from me then have to hear it though the grapevine"

"What's wrong?" Mouth asked. Brooke could seen the genuine worry on his face and the guilt hit her. Hard. She hated to tell Mouth this because she knew it was going to break his heart. Not only that but he was going to be so disappointed in her.

"I'm pregnant"

"Oh" Was all Mouth said. Then there was a long pause. It was driving Brooke crazy. She wished he'd at least say something. Anything.

"Mouth?"

"Are you keeping it?"

"Yea" Brooke whispered. She could see his face drop even more as she said it.

"Brooke you don't even like kids. I mean if this is something Lucas is making you do"

"I love Lucas, that boy is everything to me and I'd do anything in this world for him if he asked me. But I don't want you to think I'm doing it for him. I mean yea, if he didn't want it I might be re-thinking some things. I'm doing it because I think it's the best thing to do in a bad situation"

"You're 17" Mouth said. Brooke could see him growing madder and madder. She didn't know what else to say. She knew every word she said was hurting him but she couldn't lie to him.

"I know"

"What if he's not the one? And you've ruined your life because you made a mistake"

"We're decided not to use the word mistake so much as just say things happen for a reason. I wish it hadn't happened, I wish I were older and more ready and had money and was married. But I'm not, and I can wish all I want but it's not going to change anything" Brooke whispered trying the best she could to get him to understand.

"But Brooke, it's a baby. Are you really ready for that?"

"I don't have a choice but to be Mouth. It's not this poor kids fault its parents were stupid and forgot a condom once or twice."

"I think you're making a mistake" Mouth sighed; giving Brooke one of the worst looks she'd ever seen. So much for Mouth being supportive about the whole thing.

"I know you do, and you don't have to like our decision Mouth. I just wanted to tell you in person"

"You can keep this. You're gonna need the practice anyway." Mouth muttered handing Brooke back the doll. She figured she probably shouldn't say anything else, maybe he'd come around with some time. Now she just felt terrible, but at least she knew. Next on her list. Her parents.

Karen was busy working in the kitchen when the phone rang. She was mopping so hard that she almost didn't answer it, but worried it might be something important, so she stopped what she was doing and picked it up. Surprisingly it was Brooke's mom.

"Hi Karen, may I speak to Brooke?"

"I think she and Lucas are out, want me to tell her to call you back?" Karen asked, surprised that Brooke's mom didn't just hang up like she usually did.

"I was just wondering if she was staying there this summer or coming here. Her father and I are starting to make our summer plans"

"As far as I know she's staying here. The morning sickness has been getting to her pretty bad and flying even then probably wont be very comfortable" Karen said, wondering why Brooke and her mom hadn't talked about this earlier when Brooke had called her.

"Morning sickness?"

"Yea, the doctor told her it was normal though. Young girls with their first babies usually have a hard time with it. I know I did with Lucas"

"First babies?" Brooke's mom asked

"This is her first baby…"

"Brooke's pregnant?"