Hey everyone, sorry for the delay for this chapter. Anyway, at least I'm already done and ready to share it with all of you! By the way, thanks again to Natalie for being a lovely beta! So anyway, here is the latest chapter.

P.S. those scenes that are purely in italics are flashbacks okay? Just so if you're getting confused :) In the last chapter, the first scene with Lucas calling Haley wasn't a dream, it was a flashback from what happened a long time ago. Just to clear that up:) Thanks to all those who reviewed by the way! I love all of you! Please leave a review for this chapter as well! Thanks :)

"Lucas, I'm bored," she suggested as she removed her feet from his legs and scooted so that they were face to face. They have been sitting in front of TV for hours, flipping through hundreds of channels but to no avail, none of them seemed interesting to watch at the moment.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" he asked her, deciding to play along considering he was bored as well.

"Let's do something, just anything but this!" she said as she pointed towards the television that was showing nothing but gray static. "Let's play a game"

"What game?" he asked curiously. There almost never seemed to be a dull moment with this girl.

"Hmm… I don't know. You think of something!" she half suggested half ordered him.

"What about if we –" he started, but she immediately cut him off before he was able to let out another word.

"Oh I know! There's this game I used to play when I was a kid. It's called Truth!" she enthusiastically announced.

"I think it's called Truth or Dare Brooke, not just Truth," he chuckled which earned him a hard slap across his chest.

"No! It's not Truth or Dare, it's just plain Truth! What do you think I am, stupid?" she asked rhetorically. She saw him open his mouth, ready for a comeback but before he could, Brooke raised her finger pointedly at him. "Don't you dare say anything!"

She sees Lucas raise his hands in defeated then shake his head. "So tell me, how does this 'Truth' game of yours work," he said using finger air quotations with the word truth which earned him yet another slap from Brooke. "Ouch! Would you please stop hitting me?!" he told her as he soothingly rubbed his chest in feign hurt.

"I will, when you stop being such an ass!" she said as she hit him again.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. There, are you happy now? Now, will you just tell me how the freaking game works?" he told her.

"It's just like truth or dare but without the dare part," she said.

"Figures," he muttered. He saw her lift her hand ready to smack him so he raised his hands signaling his surrender. "Sorry! Please don't hit me again!" She smirks victoriously at him as she puts down her arm.

"It's quite simple really. You just say 'truth' then you have to say something that's true. It's got to be true or else it just defeats the purpose. That's pretty much it!" she happily finished.

"What if I lie, how can you tell?" he asked skeptically.

"Then I guess I won't, but that's the thing of this game. You get to realize if you trust someone or not. So are you in?" she asked.

He contemplated if whether it was a good idea or not. Up until now he wonders if she trusts him, like really trust him, maybe this is exactly what he needed to know for sure. And besides, what harm can one game do?

"I'm in."

"And that's how it all happened," Brooke announced to the couple staring at her. She had just finished telling them all about how they found each other a few Christmases ago up until how they'd wind up at the hospital a little while ago. It was like a replay of everything that had happened, minus a few excruciating details of course that they were sure Naley wouldn't have wanted to hear. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her chest after she was done talking about how they got into this whole mess. She then felt Lucas, who was currently sitting beside her give her hand a small squeeze, signaling that he was there for her.

"Wow," Nathan and Haley both said at the same time.

"That's just really screwed up," Nathan remarked.

"Nathan!" his wife explained, appalled with her husband's frankness, pinching his arm slightly and caused him to jump a little.

"Ouch!" he yelled.

"Oh, suck it up you baby!" she told her husband.

"Has anyone told you guys that you Scott men are such babies? The slightest pain and you act like we chewed off your head or something!" Brooke said, earning protests from both men in the room.

"So, are you guys keeping it?" Haley asked.

"Yeah, we are," Lucas said proudly as his hand found its way to Brooke's stomach, Nathan and Haley noticed this, but they didn't notice how Brooke's hand soon rested comfortably on top of his not long after.

"Thank God!" Haley unexpectedly exclaimed rather loudly which startled everyone and caused them to look at her perplexedly. "What?" she asked when she saw everyone staring at her, "I was worried," she said with a shrug.

"Typical Tutormom!"

"So how do you plan on doing this?" Haley asked.

"We honestly haven't planned it yet but with the money from my writing and Brooke's clothes, I'm pretty sure that we'll manage. Other than that, we haven't really figured things out," Lucas explained.

"But where does this leave the two of you?" Haley asked. Brooke's hand immediately fell from her previous position, which was on top of Lucas'. Then Lucas retracted his own hand and placed it on his lap.

Brooke and Lucas looked at each other neither of them not knowing how to respond to their curious little friend. It would have been an easy answer; 'Just friends.' But then again, nothing was that easy anymore.

"What is it with all these questions Haley? Is this Brooke and Lucas interrogation day?" Brooke chuckled and everyone followed suite except Haley who eyed Brooke skeptically. After all these years she could still read her like a book. She was avoiding the question, or better yet, avoiding the answer to the question.

"So, how have you guys been? Tell me all about our god son!" Lucas said, and then the proud mother that she was, Haley forgot almost instantly about her concerns and started talking animatedly about her beloved only son.

"Jamie is just such a complete angel. One time…" Haley started, and it seemed like there would be no stopping her either.

"Truth." Brooke started.

"What?" Lucas asked wondering what she had meant.

"I said 'Truth'. I never did like the color pink," she said and she saw Lucas' shocked expression.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Seriously."

"But I thought every girl liked pink! Well every girl maybe except Peyton," he said, still shocked.

"Well then I guess I'm not every girl," she shrugged silently cursing herself for slightly cringing at the sound of her ex best friend's name. Thank God Lucas didn't notice.

"How did I not know this?" he asked in disbelief.

"I mean seriously, how often do you see me in pink?" she asked him as he scrounged his forehead, a sure sign of brooding. He was trying to think back to a time when he did see her in pink.

"What about that –" he started as he finally was able to pin point a specific piece of clothing of hers that was pink, but was interjected by Brooke.

"Lingerie doesn't count," she told him, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Nevermind," he said with a silly grin on his face, remembering that set of hot pink underwear that he used to love.

"Perv!" she accused him jonkingly.

"But why?" he asked after finally having given up his brooding.

"You see when I was young; my parents always forced me to go to these social elite gatherings. They'd have us pretend like we were this really perfect family when in truth just the use of the word family was questionable enough, let alone perfect," she said and for a second, Lucas could swear that he saw sadness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Brooke, I know that your parents really sucked, but what does this have to do with your total dislike of the color pink?" he laughed a little, trying to lighten the mood.

"They always had me wear pink."

Their dinner with 'Naley' had been quite eventful. A lot of catching up had taken place, a few tears shed, and a lot of laughter shared, but due to the fact that Brooke had just been in the hospital a few hours ago and all the drama that has happened after that, she couldn't help feel tired. So after saying their goodbyes and giving promises that they were determined to keep this time, they gave one last wave to their favorite couple as they drove out of sight.

For most part of the ride was silent. There was barely minimal communication to say the least. There had been this sullen look on Brooke face as she looked outside the window, somehow lost in her own thoughts.

"Brooke, what's on your mind?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.

"How do you know that something's on my mind?" she asked, still serious, far from the cheery Brooke Davis he had been accustomed to.

"Firstly, you're brooding. I thought that was my job? Second, I can just feel it. I know you well enough to know when something's wrong. Come on, just tell me what's on your mind," he told her and he could see her lips curve slightly forming a very small smile, but as quickly as it appeared, it fell as well.

"Luke, how are we going to tell our parents?" she whispered finally admitting her fear. He could see the worry evident in her voice, like a little girl who accidentally spilled her bottle of paint on her mother's favorite table cloth.

"I don't know yet Brooke, but we will. Just probably not now yet, we'll try to find the right time to do so," he said.

"I'm just afraid that they'll be even more disappointed in me than they already are," she told him truthfully, a single tear making its way down her cheeks.

"Brooke, don't say that," he tried to comfort her.

"But it's true! They've always had been. I just don't want to give another reason to regret ever having me, and now, like always, I just did," she admitted.

"Don't say that to yourself. Look, I know your parents aren't the best parents but I know they love you, Brooke. They're just having a hard time showing it. But even if your assumptions about them are right, you're a great girl Brooke, and it's their loss," he said sincerely, trying to convey to her that he meant every single word. And he did.

"I just don't want them to throw a fit,"

"That maybe true, but what's there to lose Brooke? They don't financially support you anymore; heck they don't even talk to you anymore! I know this hurts Brooke, but for all they know you could have already had 4 kids but it still wouldn't have made a difference," he said sternly, but not harshly though. He tried his best to be as soothing as he can despite the words that were coming out of his mouth. He had always despised the Davis'. He just can't imagine how they could abandon such a beautiful person. They have no idea what they are missing.

"Okay," she responded then had all of a sudden become silent again.

"So how about if we start by telling my mom first, just to you know. I mean my mom is more considerate than yours, so maybe we could start there," he suggested.

"Oh my God, I totally forgot about your mom! She's so going to hate me!" she cried.

"No she won't Brooke, she loves you,"

"Maybe she did, but she won't anymore especially once she finds out that I may have just ruined her only son's life!" she said panicking.

"Look, first of all, you aren't ruining my life, if anything else this was even more of my fault than it is yours, and second, she's not like that. She's been in our position before and I know that she may seem to be disappointed at first but she's going to be there for us every step of they way," he told her. And he believed it was true. He remembered their scare junior year and the way his mom first reacted but was still there for him, maybe not to support what he'd done, but at least guide him to what he could do.

"I wish my parents were like yours. You may have just one, but she'd beat my parents by a mile any day," she said as tears started clouding her vision once again. She remembered how Karen had treated her as daughter in their short time of knowing each other than. Karen had given her more love in that short span of time than her parents ever did.

"But you don't need them anymore. And in any case, you know I'm more than willing to share mine," he said as he laughed softly.

"I know," she admitted then smiled sadly. "And don't get me wrong, I adore Karen, it's that I still love them Luke, they're the only family I've got."

"No, they're not! You've got Nathan, Haley, my mom and all of your friends. They're your family too Brooke! And soon enough we're going to have our own family, you, me," he said then reached for her still toned tummy and then reassuringly rubbed on it, "and this baby."

"Thank you Lucas," she said as she sent him a grateful smile.

"Anytime Pretty Girl," he told her. He then hears her suddenly take a deep breath then turn her head to look at him.

"Truth," she said, making Lucas turn to her. Yet another revelation was to come out. He just wished it was a positive one this time.

"What is it Brooke?" he asked, urging her to continue.

"I'm glad it was you," she bluntly said, but the meaning seemed vague to him.

"I was what?" he asked her.

"If I'm going to have a baby, I'm glad that it was with you," she said as her cheeks began to turn a slight shade of red.

A smile couldn't help graze upon his lips. He took her hand in his and gently stroked it then laced his fingers with hers. "I'm glad that it was me too," he said.

She then turned towards her window once again looking at the scenery outside, having a sullen look on her face but this time, he swore he could see a faint, content smile grazing upon her face.

As he turned his attention back on the road, he didn't know why but there was this warm feeling in his stomach that made him think that this was definitely a positive truth.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Davis! Where the heck have you been?" Edna cried on the phone, once again, panicking like she always does. "I have been trying to reach – " was all Brooke heard since she pulled the phone from her ear and waited until the woman on the other line had already calmed down. Once she heard her stop talking, she gently placed the phone back on her ear. The moment that she could her Edna's deep breaths, she took it as her cue to finally be able to speak.

"Now that you've finally calmed down, can I be the one to speak?" she cautiously asked, and even if she couldn't see her, she knew her well enough to know that she was nodding on the other line. "So okay, right now, I'm in Tree Hill," she started, but before she could continue, Edna interjected.

"Tree Hill??? What are you doing there?"

"I just needed some time to think. Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I promise you this wasn't planned, at all, but I was thinking of spending a little more time here, maybe just 1 or 2 days. Do you think it'll be okay?" she asked. She wasn't asking her permission, not really. She was just asking to make sure that her schedule permitted her stay. From what she remembers, she should have the weekend free, perfect to spend it with her favorite group of people.

"I'm afraid that can't be," she heard Edna say.

"And why not?" she asked incredulously.

"I just got a call from LA," she started.

"And?" she asked impatiently.

"It was Sophia Bush's manager," she stated briefly.

"And…?" she asked again but this time her tone was distinctly different. There was already excitement building in her. She was starting to get what Edna was painfully slowly telling her.

"She wants you to make her dress," Edna said quickly then immediately closed her eyes and pulled the phone away from her ear, bracing herself for the impact that is Brooke Davis.

And as if right on cue, she could hear that high pitched screech of Brooke. She was sure that Brooke would be jumping up and down by now. And she was.

"Oh my God, this can't be happening! This is like… wow!" Brooke said rambling. She had almost never been this excited before. This was such a huge break!

"Well you better believe it Ms. Davis!" Edna chuckled.

"But why me? I mean she must know a lot of famous fashion designers who'd be more than willing to make one for her," she asked. Not that she had low self-esteem issues; it was just that she had faced the truth that in this business, it's the best ones that people go after. She's not one of those people, at least not yet.

"I guess you'll have to ask her that yourself! She already booked you a flight to LA first thing tomorrow morning. I'll give you the details later. Apparently, she wants everything to be perfect so she wants to start with the dress as soon as possible even if the wedding is still almost 3 months away," Edna informed her.

"Wedding? You mean Sophia Bush is getting married?" Brooke asked. How could she not know this, her Brooke Davis, queen of gossip?

"Yes she is. Apparently they'd been together for a while now but decided to keep it a secret. They didn't want things to end up like the last time they were together," she informed her again.

"The last time? Wait, don't tell me her groom to be is – " she asked trailing off.

"The one and only, Chad Michael Murray," she said. Then after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly heard Brooke's screech once again, only this time she hadn't been prepared for it.

"Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!" she screamed. She was even more excited about this new piece of news than the first one. "I can't believe that they got back together! If you hadn't noticed, but I had always been a huge Chophia fan since like, ever! I cried so hard when I found out about their split years ago!"

"Then I guess this is your lucky day Ms. Davis!" Edna laughed on the phone at her boss' antics.

She paused for a minute, processing what Edna had said. She looked towards her left through the kitchen window and saw him. She thought about all the things that happened today, starting from the minute she woke up until this very moment. And as much as she forced herself to think that she wasn't, she knew deep down that she was lucky. She had Edna, Naley, James, Karen, and she had him.

"I guess it is Edna," she said softly. "Do you know why they got back together?"

"Not really, but I guess they're just meant to be," she told her, not realizing that what she said had just hit a home run for Brooke.

"Yeah," she said then paused. "So I guess I'll call you back later."

"Okay but before you hang up, your flight is tomorrow at 9:30 am, so don't be late!"she warned her. "Bye!"

"Edna wait!" she said trying to stop her friend.

"Yes?"

Brooke hesitated to ask her question. She turned to the boy outside again, taking a good look at possibly her future. Then with one deep intake of breath she mustered,

"Do you think you could get me another ticket for that same flight?" she asked sheepishly.

"I'm sure that can be arranged. But mind me asking, who's the other one for?"she asked.

"Just a friend," she said honestly.

"Okay then. You and you're friend leave at 9:00 am sharp! Talk to you later, bye!" she said stressing the word friend in her sentence.

"Bye," Brooke said then put down her phone on the kitchen table. She switches her gaze back to the boy outside who seemed to be playing with the kid from next door. She felt a slight pang in her heart, right at the part where Lucas used to be.

She thinks to herself,'If we truly are meant to be, then I guess someday, we'll find our way back. At least I hope so.'

Consider this as my Christmas gift to all you Brucas fans and Chophia fans out there! I dropped a few hints in there without completely giving everything a way.The next 2 chapters would center mostly on their trip to LA and the people they'll meet there. I'll just have to leave you guys guessing who those people are:) If you want me to update sooner, then review! Just kidding :) so anyway, I hope you all have merry Christmas!