Full grown women were not always the lightest people to carry; but from the time that Brooke had jumped onto Luke's back just outside the practice gym he had carried her for the whole twenty minute walk back to the apartment building.
"You are going to give yourself wrinkles." Brooke scolded lightly as her blond boyfriend tried to get the key into the lock; she leant forward to kiss his cheek. "You're too young to have wrinkles." She had been in Chicago for less than twenty four hours but she already felt younger, more playful and more flirtatious. She knew that she could credit that solely to being around Lucas again, and she had no problem admitting it.
"It's your friends." Luke grumbled, at least half joking. "Rachel is just so…" He couldn't come up with a word to describe the red head model and Brooke laughed as she jumped down off his back.
"I haven't seen Rachel in like a year." Brooke smiled, Lauren had raced ahead of them and was now flipping through the hundreds of television channels that Luke had on his television, by which she was still fascinated; even after all the time she had spent in this place recently. "So excuse me if she was a little excited."
"A little excited?" Luke exclaimed. "That wasn't a little excited."
Brooke brushed her lips past his lips, silencing him.
"They'll get over it." She promised him confidently. By They she meant the cameras and reporters that had gone crazy trying to get the money shot of the Model and High School Girlfriend.
Luke didn't look so confident, but Brooke was determined to take his mind off it.
"If you're going to worry, there's more fun stuff to worry about."
They had left Lauren to her own amusement in the living room and had entered the kitchen where Brooke had jumped up onto the kitchen counter, wrapping her legs around Luke's waist, managing to pull him in closer to her.
"What's that?" He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist so they were a tangle of limbs.
"We need to find a school for our daughter." She loved having her family underneath one roof but she needed to get her daughter out from this apartment before she drove both of her parents crazy.
"I do like that idea better." He smiled, pearly white teeth flashing slightly. Having Lauren enrolled in a Chicago primary school meant that the two girls who had recently re-entered his life wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

"How much longer is this going to take?" They had dragged an unwilling Lauren from the large, mesmerising television screen and had been walking for at least half an hour. Not only was Lauren bored, but Brooke was also starting to lose interest, she had expected this school hunt to be easy; after all how many primary schools could fit into one district?
"Just one more school." Luke promised. He had bribed both brunette and blonde with ice creams to keep them happy and peaceful while they toured school after school, and as evident with Lauren's whine, she had almost finished hers. Luke wrapped his arm around Brooke's waist as they walked up the path to the final school.
"If this school isn't any good, she can go to a private school." Brooke grumbled. In Tree Hill finding a school had been easy, there was Tree Hill Primary School which was where Lauren went and St. James Episcopal Church Day School where their nephew Jamie went to school. Here in Chicago, there were just too many choices.
"I like the look of this school." Brooke smiled as Luke opened the glass doors that took them into the school and hopefully to the administration offices.
"You've said that about the last two schools."
The glass doors to the left of them opened without warning startling both adults, but also announcing that they had found the administration. The teacher who had opened the door, looked up distractedly, stressed about some issue that affected her class.
"Lu…Lucas Scott." She stammered, bringing her files closer to her chest. "What are you doing in this school?"
"I've come to enrol my daughter." He placed his hands on Lauren's shoulders and pulled her in front of him. The women looked down at the little blonde girl who smiled sweetly, like she'd been instructed to do, back.
"You're daughter." The women sighed. Of course Lucas Scott had a daughter. "You'll want to speak to the principal then." She opened the administration doors again. "Come on, I'll take you."

Sitting in the office, after a successful tour of the school and two confirmations that this is where they wanted to send Lauren when school started again a week later, Brooke was bored by the enrolment process. The principal was also female and she found herself asking if her boyfriend was really that much of a sex symbol.
"What grade will she be joining?" The principal, who had introduced herself as Mrs. Winters asked.
"First." It was Brooke who answered even though the other woman's brown eyes had so much as glanced at her after the initial greetings. She focused on her computer and pulled up a couple of files.
"And what is Lauren's full name?" She asked fingers over the keyboard ready to type away.
"Lauren Haley Scott." Luke answered quickly, confidently.
"Lauren Haley Davis-Scott." Brooke amended, and could feel the glare from Luke as she did so; she didn't turn to look at him. Even though Brooke's correction was what was typed into the system, Brooke knew that at home later that night there would be a discussion, and if she knew Luke it would be a heated one.
They made it through the rest of the questions, with the only other hiccup being Lauren's birth date and then they were free to leave.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Scott." Mrs. Winters shook his hand warmly. "We're very excited to having Lauren join us next week."
Brooke was not used to feeling so jealous all the time, and she found herself mimicking the actions she had done back in Tree Hill. Fingers intertwined into each other to remind the other woman just who was with the basketball star.
"Miss Davis." Brooke just smiled sweetly, not trusting her self-control if she was to actually talk to this woman.

Lauren was in bed early that night, without an argument, exhausted from spending the day walking around the city. That left Brooke and Lucas alone, in the kitchen, to talk about issues that Brooke would rather avoid.
The brunette girl was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, her elbows resting against the marble counter top while Luke paced the empty kitchen floor.
"Did you really have to do that?" He was obviously referring to her correction made at the school. "Lauren is a Scott, that's all anyone needs to know."
"Lauren is a Davis-Scott and I'm not going to let her forget that." Brooke snapped back at him, suddenly in a bad mood. Were they really going to bicker over a technicality like a hyphened surname?
"It looked like I knew nothing about my own daughter. It was bad enough that I couldn't answer the exact date for her birthday."
"Luke, its okay. It's not a large secret that you didn't know about Lauren until recently."
"It's not okay. She's still my daughter. Is there anything else I should know about her."
"No." Brooke climbed off the counter stool. "I'm not going to fight about Lauren with you. I don't want to fight with you. When you've calmed down come to bed."
The she disappeared from the kitchen to give him some breathing space.

"I'm sorry." Brooke had been drifting off into an uneasy sleep before Luke joined her in bed, his voice a whisper as his lips brushed up against the nape of her neck.
"I don't want to fight with you either."
Brooke managed to open her sparkling emerald eyes again before she rolled over to smile back at Luke; her dimples only just showing. Luke kissed her again, this time putting a bit more energy into it than the first kiss, and Brooke knew that from here on out that her request of 'taking things slowly' would be well and truly dead; even if it was never really started in the first place.

"Are you ready Lauren?" Brooke called out as she took a third glance at the wall clock in the last five minutes. It was Monday morning and it was Lauren's first day at her new Chicago school. She knew that transferring her daughter three quarters of the way into the school year would be difficult on her, but she really didn't have a choice.
Lauren emerged from her bedroom, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, her backpack securely on her back and her blonde curls tied back into two pigtails.
"Is daddy coming?" Lauren asked in a small voice, suddenly terrified at the thought of a new school.
"Daddy's waiting downstairs for us; he's getting you a special treat." Sending her daughter to school straight after eating a doughnut was not something she was sure she should be doing; but she couldn't let herself worry about it. She didn't want to fight with Luke again today about their innocent daughter.

"You like it here remember?" Lauren clung to Luke's neck; he had bent down to hug her goodbye and she had latched on tightly. "You liked this school."
Brooke knelt down next to Luke, she was aware of the young teacher drooling over Luke but she needed to forget about her. "Lauren Haley I want you to listen to me." She said quietly, and Lauren knew that she meant business if she was using the middle name.
"You need to go to school. Daddy's going to be here to pick you up at three o'clock on the dot. You like going to school and playing with your friends."
"I don't know anyone though."
"That's why you have to go make friends. Lauren Scott isn't a shy girl."
Lauren nodded in agreement and let go of the tight grip she had on Luke. She kissed both parents on the cheek before running off without so much as a second glance backwards.

"So what do you want to do today?" Luke asked Brooke as they made the long walk into the city. "I can take you shopping; we can do a little sightseeing."
Brooke nodded as they walked along the path, until she caught sight of the glimpse of red hair that she had been waiting for.
"Or I can hang out with Rachel." She smiled as the model spotted them and waved.
"Don't be like that." She scolded as Luke grumbled next to her. "Just forget about the media today, and hang out with your favourite girl and her best friend."
"Fine." He conceded as the model flung herself straight into Brooke. Today was going to be a long day.

A/N: So, I'm not one hundred percent sure about this chapter considering that I've had really bad writer's block recently, but I finally managed to finish it. It IS another fluffy, family chapter and I promise promise promise that more drama is forthcoming.
So please don't forget to review and hopefully I'll have an update for either this story or another story up soon =)

Casey xXx