Jake opened the door after a swift knock awoke him. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he found himself face to face with a teary eyed Brooke. Worry washed over him.

"Come in, Brooke! What's going on?" Jake pulled her by the elbow into his house.

"I'm sorry to jump on you like this. I just needed to talk to somebody," Brooke buried her face in her hands, embarrassed by her tears.

"Hey, you know I'm here for you. But why me? Why not Peyton or Lucas?" Jake said, holding her hands in his lap. Brooke stared at their tangled hands and felt a pang of something in her stomach. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was definitely something there. She looked up at his eyes, dark under his eyebrows that were knitted with concern. Before she realized what she was doing, she grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It lasted no more than five seconds but it had more spark than a fireworks show. Jake pulled away and searched for something in Brooke's eyes.

"Brooke, what is this about?" Jake still looked stricken by the sudden kiss.

"This is gonna suck to tell you. And I probably shouldn't even be the one saying it to you. But for some reason I drove here instead of to Lucas! That means something! I just have an instinct that you won't get told unless I say something now," she said, staring at her lap.

"Okay, you're scaring me."

"Peyton told me everything. She and Lucas have been sneaking around behind both of our backs," Brooke whispered, tears again pricking at the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry, Jake! I really had no idea! And you shouldn't be hearing this from me! I just got nervous and had to let it out. I'll just go and let you call Peyton or whatever."

"Brooke, don't go!" he said and pulled her into an embrace. He stroked her hair. "I suspected there was something going on between them. I just wish Peyton would have broken up with me first."

"I'm so sorry! I was just so angry that it happened again that I had to come somewhere and let it out!" Brooke cried, feeling like an idiot.

"I guess that would explain the kiss!" Jake smiled at her.

"Ugh, I can't believe I did that!" Brooke felt like laughing for the first time all day.

"Don't apologize! It was nice. Unexpected, but nice."

"Look, I don't expect you to be nice to me. You should be angry! You cared about Peyton and she broke your heart!"

"I am upset! I think I loved her! And I'll talk to her in a day or so and get it all sorted out. But for now, I should probably worry about my kid. I should also be worried that I enjoyed that kiss so much." He smiled at her and left the room to attend to Jenny.

Once he was gone, Brooke felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She looked at the caller ID.

Lucas.

She let it go to voicemail and then dialed one. After entering her password, she listened to his pathetic message. "Look, Peyton just told me. And I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I never meant for you to find out this way! I shouldn't have done it! But I'm in love with Peyton! And I have been since we were freshman. And I'm sorry again about this and the bab-"

Lucas' voice was cut off by Brooke pressing seven and erasing the message. Erasing him. How could he seriously tell her that he loved Peyton? That means that every time he said it to her was a lie. Brooke didn't even shed a tear. She didn't care about Lucas Scott. She didn't care about Peyton Sawyer.

"Who was that?" Jake asked, returning with Jenny in his arms.

"Lucas, apologizing. I deleted it."

"Good for you. Hey, can you hold Jenny for a second? I gotta go get her food." Jake handed her over gently and Brooke took her.

She smiled down at the little baby girl and couldn't help but feel sad that she wasn't really pregnant. She couldn't help but feel sad that the boy who was supposed to be the father had another girl he loved. But even though the baby wasn't hers, Brooke felt like a mom holding her in her arms. This is what she had wanted all along. She wanted to feel like she mattered to somebody.