So, I know I keep saying the chapters before were going to be my longest, but I guess I lied. I'm seriously missing my weekly One Tree Hill episodes. I can't wait for them to come back on 2 weeks from now! I think Dan planned the whole Carrie to seduce Nathan, but I don't think he through she would go as far as to grab little Jamie. Something is fishy there, and it is most likely coming from Dan Scott.

I had some time yesterday and I love to draw, so I drew what Jenny and Brett would look like. If you have your own visual of the kids, you may not want to look. I don't want to ruin your imagination! So, here is Jenny and Brett as I see them in my mind. LINK IS IN MY PROFILE! (Unfortunately, I tried putting it up here and it doesn't work.) -- Sorry for the bad quality of the picture. Brett's hair would be darker, but it wasn't picked up on the scanner. And, yes he does look like Jamie from the show. I needed to get the right outline for a younger boy's face so I needed a visual contact. But, hey they're cousins, right? They're bound to look alike!

Anyway, here is Chapter 9. I had more planned, but I was already over 3,500 words and figured that I'd just split up what I had in mind for the chapter to make two. I'm already started on Chapter 10, a few lines are written, but it is nowhere near finished. As promised, I will have a Brucas interaction, or at least I will do my best. (I'm still laying out the chapter). And, because I'm just random, while writing this chapter I realized that both Jenny and Brett have 5 letter names, both with "E's" and a set of double letters. How weird, right? I honestly didn't plan it.

Thank you to Brucas2006, all my reviewers, and all the readers. Enjoy and REVIEW!


Brooke woke up to the smell of bacon wafting through the air. She blinked rapidly as if that would clear her brain, still foggy from sleep. After glancing at the clock and noticing that it was already 8 o'clock, Brooke got up and headed for the kitchen, still clad in her short pajama shorts and a tank top. The brunette ran a hand through her hair, silently walking down stairs. Music drifted past her ears once she hit the landing. Curiosity consuming her, Brooke followed the song and the delicious smell. Upon reaching the kitchen, she was met with one of the cutest sights. There over the stove stood Jake with Brett on his hip. Sitting right next to the stove, on the granite countertop, was Jenny, chocolate chips in hand.

Leaning against the doorframe, Brooke couldn't help but smile. B.L. was dropping pancake batter on a hot skillet, Jake supplying the batter from the bowl in his one hand. Jenny would then drop the chocolate chips in, all while the two best friends giggled. The three of them looked like they belonged together, their brunette heads shaking with laughter.

Jenny dipped he little finger into the batter bowl and placed a dollop on B.L.'s tiny button nose. Brett laughed and tried to like it off with his tongue. Brooke not able to contain herself any more, burst into hysterics at seeing her son's tongue struggle to lick the batter that was just out of reach. All three heads turned to look at the door, finally noticing her presence. Jake set Brett down on the ground before helping J.J. down as well. The kids made a beeline for Brooke.

"Hello babies. How'd you guys sleep?" The brunette woman questioned. Reaching down to pick up six-year-old Jenny.

Firmly planted on Brooke's hip, Jenny answered, "Real good. What are we doin' today?" Her little hazel eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Well, we have to go pick up your stuff and then I was thinking that maybe we could go to the park. What do you say?" The woman questioned, looking from the little girl to the little boy clinging to her leg.

"Okay, Momma." Brett responded happily. "Can we get ice cream too?"

Jake laughed from behind the boy before piping in. "Yes, we'll get ice cream, it's tradition!"

The four sat down for breakfast at the kitchen table. Laughing and talking all through the meal, the gang devoured their breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and fruit salad quickly.

"Okay, boys you go get dressed while J.J. and I clean up. You guys can head to the apartment in the Explorer. Jenny and I have some girl stuff to do before we'll meet you there. Right J?" Brooke stated.

Giggling, the girl nodded. "Right!"

The boys nodded at Brooke's demand and went to change. Jake was just about to go up the steps before Brooke called after him. "Jake? Please don't let Brett wear a basketball jersey. I just got him like 5 new shirts, have him wear one of those. He'll be able to wear a jersey to the game on Tuesday, so he can't wear one today."

" 'Kay!" Jake hollered, resuming his path up the stairs.

"Oh, and I got you some new clothes too. They are where I always put them!" She screamed.

Jake smiled at the last words Brooke said. She was always taking care of him. Turning into his temporary bedroom, Jake made his way to the dresser. Brooke always kept a few clothes in the drawers for him. Pulling out a pair of jeans, a pair of boxers, socks, a wifebeater, and a baby blue polo, he headed into his bathroom. After quickly throwing the clothes on and brushing his teeth with the toothbrush Brooke kept handy for him, the brunette made his way into Brett's room.

Brett Landon Davis was a very determined little boy. He wanted to get down that signed Knicks jersey that was his birthday present last year. Only problem was that his mom has placed it at the very top of his closet! He cleverly brought his desk chair over to the closet hoping it would give him the needed boost. Just a little bit farther! I'm almost there! Before he knew it, B.L. was slipping off the chair and falling, falling down towards the hard, wood floors. Right before he would have collided with the floor, two strong arms scooped him up. Turning to look at who it was, Brett Landon broke out in a smile when he saw that Jake had saved him.

"Hey, little man, what do you think you're doing?" Jake questioned, relieved that his little boy hadn't been hurt.

"Nothin' special," the boy responded, turning his attention to gaze at a very interesting spot on his carpet.

Jake not falling for the trick he seemed to have picked up from his mother sat the brunette kid down onto his blue clad bed. Lifting the boy's chin with one of his large fingers, Jake brought Brett's gaze up to meet his own brown eyes. "Now, buddy, you know I'm not gonna fall for that. You seem to have forgotten that I've known you since birth. I can always sense when you're not telling me something."

Brett looked the older man in the eye as tears began flooding his blue orbs. Try to suppress his sobs; the boy flung himself in the man's outreached arms. "Obby syd m' addy no wnt me nd hat's wah e' not 'roun." The four year old sobbed. Jake chuckled inside as the boy's words were broadcasted into his shirt, not catching what they were.

"Hey, buddy, it's alright. I can't understand you when you're crying like Niagara Falls. You remember it right? It was that huge waterfall that we all went to see last summer. Remember, just you, your mom, Jenny, and me?"

Brett's crying slowed down, his tears starting to dry on his face. The boy nodded his head at Jake's question. Of course he remembered! He loved every minute of that vacation and he had a picture of the four of them framed, sitting on his dresser.

Jake noting that B.L. was finally calming down sat him back down on the bed in his previous position, so that the two were face to face, Jake kneeling on the floor. "Okay, want to give it a go again as to what you were saying?"

B. Landon took in a deep breath and nodded. "Bobby said my daddy didn't want me and that's why he isn't around," Brett finished as tears threatened to escape again.

Before they could spill over, the tiny brunette was engulfed in a big hug from the man. Holding B.L. closely, Jake sat down of the bed. Lucas not only screwed up Brooke's life when he became an asshole, he also ruined Brett's. Sure, he didn't know about him. But, Jake couldn't blame Brooke. It would tear her apart to know that Lucas was only around because he had to be for Brooke. And, her heart would shatter and surely never recover if Lucas knew about Brett Landon and turned his son down, just as he had Brooke. I don't think Luke would do such a thing, but then again I never though he would break Brooke's heart again, and for Peyton no less. Hadn't they learned their lesson the first time?

"Brett, listen to me. You are a spectacular little boy and I love you with all my heart. Bobby was being very mean, okay? I'd be proud if I had a son that had half the heart you have. You are going to be a fine man someday Brett Davis, someone, everyone will look up to. Do you hear me? Never, ever let someone tear you down, because little man, you are going places." Jake stated, hoping B.L. understood the seriousness of what he said.

B. Landon nodded, focused intently on the brunette's words. At the conclusion, Brett was confused, asked, "Going places? Like the park?" he asked innocently.

Jake had to chuckle. The boy was like his mom, always making people laugh with his witty remarks and innocence. "Yeah, dude, we're going to the park."

Jake turned towards the closet, his back to the mini Davis. Looking over the clothes he contemplated what to wear. Thinking Brett was lost in thought of playing with a toy, he was startled when a little voice cut through the air. "You want a son?" the tiny tot questioned.

Jagielski turned around, shocked that the boy picked that out of his little speech. Thinking a minute before answering, Jake blurted out, "Well, I love Jenny and all, but yeah, it'd be fun to have a boy to teach basketball to and fool around with."

"Like we do?" Brett asked, his head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, like we do." Jake affirmed with a nod.

Starting to turn around again, his action as cut off when Brett said, "I could be your son." The words were almost too soft for the adult to hear. But, they had been said.

Facing his friend's son, his heart ached. How do I tell a little boy that I would love for him to be mine, but he already has a dad? A dad that broke his mom's heart and most likely won't be around while he grows into a man? Not wanting to say no to the gleam of hope in his blue eyes, Jake answered, "You already are."

Brett beamed and raced to give his idol a hug. Pulling apart, B.L. went back to his closet. "Can I wear what you are wearing?"

Chuckling, the brunette responded with a simple, "Yes".

Pulling down a small pair of blue jeans and a baby blue polo, the man turned back to B. Landon. "Okay, what else?"

"Underwear and socks!" the boy exclaimed with an eye roll of annoyance, only to have a smile wipe off the fake aggravation.

"Right! How could I forget?" Moving over to the dresser, Jake selected out a tiny pair of socks and a pair of underwear. Right before closing the drawer, he noticed a miniature wifebeater that matched his. Laughing silently, he picked up the article of clothing before gently closing the drawer. "Okay, Brett, let's get you dressed!"

Five minutes later the duo were about to exit the room before little Davis ran back in screaming, "We forgot to pick out shoes!" He surely was the offspring of Brooke Davis. Five minutes after that, the pair reemerged, decked out in head to toe matching outfits. Baby blue polos, blue jeans, and sandy timberlands added to how alike the two looked.


After the boys left to change, Brooke and Jenny cleaned up the mess. Giggling while their hands played with the sink full of bubbles. Somehow a few flyaway bubbles ended up in the brunette girl's hair.

"J.J. now, how did you get bubbles all the way up here?" Brooke questioned, wiping the bubbles from her chocolate locks.

Jenny feigned innocence, shrugging her tiny shoulders. Brooke couldn't help but laugh. She was a six-year-old version of Brooke, even down to the pout she had perfected.

"Okay princess, what do you want to do before we have to meet B.L. and your daddy?"

"Shopping!" the small brunette squealed, sending a hug smile onto Ms. Davis' face.

"Shopping it is!" she said, turning back to finish cleaning the breakfast dishes. Jenny stood next to her, standing on the tiny stool Brook brought out for her.

"Can I ask you something?" the little girl questioned quietly.

"Of course honey."

Taking a deep breath, the little girl spat out, "Iknowthatyou'renotmymommy, butwillyoubeher?"

"What was that Jenny Bear, I couldn't hear what you said," the brunette adult said, turning so her full attention was on the six year old.

"Well, I, I know you aren't my real mommy, but can I pretend you are while we live here?" J.J. asked, her eyes so full of hope.

Brooke was speechless. What do I say to that? I don't want to crush her, but I'm not her mom. Plus what will happen at the end of 3 months. I already have Brett, I don't know if I can handle another kid. Then again, it is already like she's mine. Poor little girl, how could Nikki just abandon her? I won't let J.J. grow up like I did, without a mother. "You are already my daughter, little J." Brooke responded, smiling at the girl's huge smile. Engulfing her in a big hug, she smoothed down J.J.'s brown curls, very similar to her own.

"Can I call you "Mommy" then?" Jenny asked, her innocent face set on Brooke's.

What do I say? No, because I really not your mommy? There's no way I can say that. Well, I guess there is only one answer then. "Yes."

Tears started to slowly roll down Jenny's cheeks. Clutching to Brooke tightly, she murmured, "I love you…….Mommy."

At hearing those words, Brooke to began to sob. That little girl had captured her heart long ago, and to see the hope and happiness in her eyes when she agreed to be her mother, brought tears to the adult's eyes. "I love you to baby."


Lucas Scott sat nervously in the big, plush chair located in the Business Class of the plane. Pulling out the picture Lilly drew for him, he couldn't help smiling slightly. Rubbing his thumb over to small faces, he stopped to look at the woman she drew next to her. It was supposed to be his mom, he knew, but for some odd reason, his brain kept pulling up a picture of Brooke. Sure the woman his sister drew looked somewhat like his mom, but she looked even more like Brooke. The drawn woman had longer curly brown hair and for some odd reason Lilly had drawn her eyes with a green crayon, reminding his of when Brooke's eyes would occasionally catch the sunlight in such a way that they appeared to be a sparkling emerald color. Lastly, and most of all, his kid sister had added dimples to the woman. His mom definitely didn't have dimples, only one person he knew of did, Brooke Davis.

Luke sighed as the captain announced for all passengers to buckle their seatbelts. After the short 3-hour flight, he was almost there. This was the destination where his career would either take off or plummet. If he bombed this assignment, well he should start looking for a new job. But, the possibilities it held for him if he succeed were endless.

Looking out the window, his eye caught the huge skyscraper buildings and the endless streets full of older and newer buildings alike. Sighing and turning to fold up his tray Lucas only had one thing floating around in his brain. New York, I have arrived!


Jake and B.L. had already taken off, clad in identical outfits. Brooke chuckled at the image in her head. They looked so cute! Slipping the last dish into the dishwasher, she turned around and led Jenny up the stairs. They had a big adventure of shopping ahead of them, and they needed to look great!

"Okay Jenny Bop, what are we gonna wear today?" Brooke questioned, looking at the little girl that was clutching her hand.

"Well, Brett and Daddy are wearing blue, and we don't want to clash with their outfits." Brooke beamed with pride at the statement. She had taught Jenny so well! "So, maybe white," the girl concluded, cocking her head in thought.

"White sounds good. Oh, I just got the cutest white halter top dress, wanna see?" Brooke gushed, already hurrying into her room. Jenny followed eagerly. "What do you say? Think I should wear it?"

"It's so pretty," Jenny said with awe, softly feeling the material. "You should wear it, Momma." J.J. stated.

Brooke nearly cried when Jenny called her that. True, she didn't want to take the place of the girl's real mother. But, her biological mother would never be around, especially since full custody of Jenny was awarded to Jake. Somehow, though, when the little girl said that, it felt right. Little Jagielski always was like her daughter. From looks to attitude, she was a mini Brooke Davis.

"Okay, well we have to find you something to wear then, don't we?" the designer asked, picking J.J. up and twirling her around.

Giggling, the tiny brunette merely nodded.

The duo walked to Brett's room, where Jenny had a very extensive collection of clothes. Brooke was thankful that his bedroom had two large closets, otherwise, Jenny's clothes would easily overtake B.L.'s closet. Shifting through the numerous outfits and dresses, Brooke watched Jenny out of the corner of her eye. She was playing with the small gold, heart necklace that Brooke had given her a few years ago, as a reminder that she wasn't going anywhere. The girl seemed to hardly ever take it off.

"So, any idea what you want to wear?" the adult asked, turning her eyes back to the clothes in front of her.

"Yeah! I wanna wear that mini, white halter top dress that matches yours!" the girl exclaimed.

Brooke laughed, it looked like Brett and Jake weren't the only ones who were going to be matching. "Okay Babydoll, but you have to wear those blue leggings under that otherwise your dad might just kill me," she joked.

Reluctantly, the little girl nodded her head. Slipping into the cotton dress and pulling on the blue leggings, Brooke smiled; she looked adorable! After Jenny was dressed, the two went back to Brooke's closet. The older brunette slowly slipped on the dressed and tied it around her neck. Moving over to her vanity, she effortlessly applied her make up. A curious little girl stood behind her, watching her every move. Brooke noticed how her eyes traveled from her face to all the different kinds of make up she was putting on.

Jenny walked up and stood to the right of Brooke. "Can I wear some too?" she asked sweetly.

Brooke couldn't refuse the girl's little puppy dogface and gave in. "Okay, but only a little. You are so pretty just the way you are," she added, softly dusting some blush onto the girl's cheeks. After applying some strawberry lip-gloss to both of them, the two females slipped on matching white flip-flops, and headed downstairs.

Brooke looked around to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything before closing the door and walking to the elevator, Jenny holding their hand. The two girls were ready for a day of fun. The elevator door shut slowly, enclosing the two on the inside. Walking out the main door, Brooke put on her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the bright sun. Jenny copied Brooke and slid her little black sunglasses over her eyes too.

Motherhood is not simply about giving birth to a child. It is more than that. It comes with emotions that sometimes can't be explained and a sense of when something is off with your child. Motherliness is not a guarantee in every woman that has a kid. If it was, Brooke wouldn't have gone through her childhood alone. The designer didn't deliver the extraordinary little girl clutching her hand. She wasn't there the minutes after she was born, or for her first laugh, or first steps. But, then again, for the most part, neither was the girl's real mother. What set Nikki and Brooke apart was love. Brooke would do anything for Jenny. Strolling down the sidewalk hand in hand, the pair looked like any other mother and daughter. And, they were. Brooke Davis may not have been Jenny Jagielski's biological mother, but she was no doubt her mother; the two brunettes shared that special bond only found between a mother and her child.