"Shit," I curse when the ball hits the rim and bounces towards the stands. Jogging over and snatching it back up, knowing the next shot won't be any better. My mind is just not at all into it.

"You're losing your touch," I toss a look over my shoulder to see the smirking of my brother. "To think, you were once considered the better Scott," he teases, taking the ball from my hands and making a shot with ease.

"Yeah and you've always been the cocky one," I grab the ball before he can get it.

"Eh, we keep to what we're good at," he jokes and I roll my eyes, taking another shot finally making it. "That a boy," he slaps my back and I knock his hand away walking towards my office.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I open the door and push it open, taking in the papers covering my desk, the files laying across everything and the phone buried underneath it all. I need to get organized.

"Skipped out on class, thought I would come visit the long lost big brother," he follows in, dropping into the chair in front of me.

"Yeah you haven't made an appearance in awhile huh?" I tease and he laughs.

"No, I've been missing in the world," he relaxes back in the chair. "So why are you being creepy alone in the gym? Shouldn't you be off teaching teenagers or something?"

"I have a free period," I shrug, glancing at the photo on my desk. It's of course of Brooke and I, because my girl is picture crazy but it's really my favorite of us. I don't like pictures, honestly I hate them but this one was different. It wasn't posed for; it wasn't taken a million times to get it perfect it was just perfect. It was just us out somewhere caught in a moment of complete happiness, a place we seem miles from now.

"Where is your mind at Luke?" Nathan's serious side comes out as I lean back in my chair just studying the picture.

"Remember that night when I first got back into town, how you took me to Rachel's house?"

"How could I forget, it was the night my brother fell stupid over a girl," he jokes and I let out a dry laugh.

"When I met everyone that night I won't lie I didn't think Brooke would be a permanent fixture in my life. Hell we talked maybe a total of fifteen minutes the whole night."

"Yes but if I also remember correctly you asked me about a million things about her," he points out and I let out a laugh that being true. Brooke that night sorta drew me in, the way she laughed and talked with her friends made her seem so real, I hadn't met a real person in so long and let's be honest Brooke's gorgeous, of course you wouldn't just over look her.

"Yeah but that night when we were all trying to sleep and I was on that tiny thing Rachel calls a couch she came downstairs and offered to let me share her bed. Nothing happened of course but that was the first time I ever shared a bed with Brooke Davis."

"Luke what's going on? I don't really understand," he tells me and I get he is confused, I mean I would be confused if some guy was just randomly talking about meeting his girlfriend.

"In the last two years of knowing Brooke I've been in bed with her a number of times and last night was the first time I went to bed with her to wake up with her not beside me."

"Maybe she just had to get up early for school or something, I mean I don't get why her not being there this morning is making you seem be so weird."

"Because she didn't have to be up for another hour and because even if there is a small chance she has to leave before me she always leave some little note. Which I always roll my eyes at and tease her about but she does it. Nothing big just an I love you have a good day or something like that but this time there was nothing. No Brooke, no note, no waking me up with a kiss goodbye, nothing."

"Maybe she just needed to get home."

"We were in her apartment!" I toss my hands up slamming my head against the back of my chair. "We got in a fight last night, but it wasn't even a fight. I can handle a fight, I know how to deal with that but not this."

"What is this?"

"Brooke wants a baby," I tell him and he mouths an 'oh'. "And I don't know if I can do that Nate."

"Well I mean if you don't want a baby-"

"No I do," I tell him quickly, that furthest from the truth. "I want a baby with her more than anything."

"Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is that Brooke can't have kids," I tell him, just saying it makes my mouth run dry. "There is a chance Nate, the doctors say a small chance but a chance and I want to believe in that, I want her to believe in that but I can't see her face again if it doesn't happen."

"Luke, man you have to think positive. Yes the chance is slim but it could happen."

"I lost her Nate," I tell him and his eyes slant confused. "Last time when we lost our baby she was there yes but emotional wise I completely lost her. And I'm just afraid that we will try and try and try and it won't happen and because of that she shuts down again, she shoves me away and I lose her. And I… I don't want her to get hurt again. It killed her last time Nate and what; I'm supposed to just go along with it knowing that it could destroy her again? I'm supposed to protect her, how is that protecting her?"

"Lucas…" he leans up, placing his elbows on his knees. "Brooke is a strong person, she knows this time the outcome could be bad, she is prepared for that. But I don't… I don't think you're prepared," he comments and I snap my head to look at him. "Luke you're my brother, I've seen you go through many girls…."

"Thanks Nate," I roll my eyes and he waves his hand at me.

"You know what I mean," he shakes his head and I nod. "But what I'm saying is I've seen your past and I've also seen you the last couple years with Brooke and you've changed man. Not in a bad way, in a real good mature way and I've thanked Brooke for that. In your pasted relationships you I'm sure will admit was selfish, you looked out for you and Brooke is probably the first girl I've seen with you that you actually put before yourself on everything."

"I never felt for anyone what I feel for Brooke," I tell him, that being the honest to god truth.

"And I know that, but I think at the same time in this situation you are battling the side of being selfish and the side of again putting Brooke first."

"What do you mean?" I look at him really confused.

"Putting Brooke first this time is giving her whatever she wants. Putting her needs and wants ahead and doing all you can to try to give her that baby but the selfish side of you is saying don't."

"Nathan I want a baby with Brooke, I love her of course I want a family with her," I make more than clear because that is all I want.

"I know Lucas, I know you do but the selfish side right now isn't really selfish," he says and I'm still lost. "Luke your trying to protect Brooke yes but we both know you are trying to protect yourself. It's alright that you're afraid too. It's ok to say that you don't think you can handle losing yet another baby."

"Well I've already done it twice," I remind him, knowing that ever time finding out I'm have a child just to be told it's not there anymore sucks.

"Yeah you have, and you know it didn't feel any better the second time even though you knew what it felt like."

"I've never cared about anyone the way I do her. I didn't know it was possible to care about someone as much as I do her. I can't handle seeing her hurt anymore."

"And you can't protect her from it all either Luke. Ignore the fact there is a problem, if Brooke came to you today and said she was pregnant what would you do?"

"I would be happy, I would thank the lord for it because Brooke deserves to be a mother but Nathan I would be so happy. I don't think she knows that now. I think she thinks I don't want to have a baby but I do and if she came to me now telling me she was I would be happy."

"Then talk to her. I'm not saying that right now is the right time for ya'll to be pregnant. Only you two know if the timing is right but you can't just never try again because you are afraid something might go wrong. I mean what if it goes right?"

"Then things would be pretty perfect," I let out a small laugh, just picturing Brooke and I have a baby, how our life would be and how everything would be perfect.

"I don't think she is mad at you Lucas, I just…I think she is scared. We both know Brooke, her mind races with the worst reasons ever and in her mind she thinks she is losing you. She thinks maybe you don't want to start a family with her because there is something wrong with her. Even if it's so completely wrong we both know that's how her mind works."

"Yeah, her insecurities have always been confusing to me. I've never gotten how someone so great would think anyone would leave her."

"People laugh but I think that daddy issues thing is legit. I mean men aren't known to stick around long so for some reason in her crazy mind she thinks you might go or something."

"I've been here for two years, what am I going to have to do to convince her I'm not?"

"Richard's been around for twenty, that's a lot of years to deal with broken promises and lies. It may take a long while for her to give her trust completely to someone. I mean I know she has given a lot to you but there is always going to be that little piece waiting for you to screw up, she's use to it."

"Yeah I know she is, the bastard," I curse the man I've only met one time in our whole relationship. Brooke has kept me away from that man at all cost, very much for the same reasons I avoid her being around Dan.

"Yeah but things are going to work out. You just can't be so worried the worst is going to happen."

"No, I know your right," I agree knowing he is right. I can tell her timing is off and we aren't ready all I want but I know its shit. Timing isn't off at all, I'm just off. My want to protect her is just fighting the part of me that wants to make her happy and it's annoying.

With they would come together or at least land on common ground because I never want to wake up without her next to me ever again.

"Pretty Girl of course I want a baby with you, all I want is baby with you. I just don't know if this is the best time to start trying. Why not give it a year or two?"

A year or two.

That line has been replaying in my mind all day and I hate it. I understand it but doesn't mean I like it. Yes I know that Lucas was right, honestly if I'm honest at this very moment no I don't think I'm ready for a baby I just…I don't know what I'm thinking anymore. There is so much on my mind right now that I don't know what's way is up anymore.

"What's up with you?" Haley watches me as I draw random patterns on my paper.

"Nothing," I shrug pushing my pen harder on the paper. The black ink forming a large smudge and destroying the fancy writing I just put down.

"Then why are you putting Lucas Scott all over my wedding invitations?" she licks and envelope and my eyes widen.

"Shit, sorry Hales," I jerk back realizing I did just that. "I'm so use to writing his name before Scott I didn't even realize I did it," I rip the envelope I ruined in half and placing it on the table, making sure it doesn't get mixed in the send pile. "My bad, I'll start paying more attention," I promise, gaining back my head and starting again.

"I care less about those envelopes and more about my best friend. I can order more no problem but what's up with you?" she asks again and again I lie with nothing and start to rewrite Nathan Scott and Haley James in the top corner of the little piece of paper. "Brooke..." Haley takes my pen from my hand and turning to face me. "I know you, I know you better than most so talk to me. Where is your head at?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly."

"I got in a fight with Lucas. It was more I got upset with him and I feel guilty but I just… damn it Hales I want to be mad at him."

"Well what he do?" she rests her head on her fist and elbow on the table doing her best to read me.

"Nothing…" I groan dropping my head to the table. "He did nothing wrong but I'm still mad at him."

"I'm sorry Brooke but I'm lost."

"Ever think someone is too perfect? I mean they say all the right things, do all the right things never mess up?"

"Everyone messes up B," she runs her hand through my hair.

"Lucas doesn't," I roll my head to look at her. "And I hate him for it."

"Because he doesn't mess up?"

"Because I think he doesn't mess up," I tell her and just see her get more confused. "I think I put too much on him. I put too much thought in the fact he is perfect and little things that I would never get mad at anyone else for I do when he does them."

"So he is kinda like on a pedestal?"

"Oh completely," I tell her not even having to think it. "I mean I put everyone on this level," I hold my hand low. "And just shove Lucas up here," I raise it to an impossible height to live up too.

"Think it's fair to have him there?" she questions and I frown knowing it's not.

"Not at all, but I want him there," my shoulders drop. "Nine times out of ten he stays there Hales, right at the top, never messing up but damn it when the one time happens I just…I get so mad at him for failing."

"No one is perfect Tigger, and I love you I do but you can't expect him to not screw up every now and then."

"I know but he is my best friend you know? I mean yes he is my boyfriend but he is also the boy I rely on with everything and it scares me relying so much on someone. I mean if I don't see him my whole day is shot to hell and when I hear his voice it all gets a little better and when I wake up beside him I just… I feel content. I feel like things won't ever get better then in that moment and I just…a part of me hates him for that," I look down, picking at a hole in my jeans.

"You know," she leans back in her chair brushing her hair back. "The first time I ever talked to Nathan I told him he was a stuck up pig headed womanizing asshole who I was sure a complete waste of my time."

"You said that to him?" my eyes widen that our sweet little Haley James, soon to be Scott, would ever speak to anyone like that.

"Oh yeah, I thought this guy just thinks he is perfect and he isn't because no one is perfect," she says and I nod. "But one day I was sitting there trying to help him with his homework and he was just staring at me. It was so annoying I thought 'why is he just staring so much its creepy?' So I lift my head up to give him the biggest speech of my life and he goes," she leans closer to me with a smile tugging on her lips. "You're beautiful," the smile grows. "You hold this essence about you that I can't explain and you are right I'm a stuck up pig headed womanizing asshole but I'm going to prove to you I'm worth your time. And one day Miss Haley James you are going to think differently of me and I will be good enough for you."

"Haley…"

"You're good enough for him," she tells me. "I know you don't believe it but we all see something in you Brooke, Lucas sees something in you, and you can try all you want but happiness is in your cards and you're going to get it."

"What if I don't deserve it?" my bottom lip trembles and eyes pool with tears. "What if I've made too many mistakes that I don't deserve to be happy?"

"Everyone deserves to be happy B," she reaches up knocking a tear. "And that pedestal you have Lucas on makes him have a crick in his neck from looking up at the one he has placed you on."

"I shouldn't be there; I'm scared to be there. I'm scared I'm going to fall and he is going to be disappointed in me."

"He loves you Brooke and I know ya'll have disagreements and little fights but those things don't add up to the love ya'll share. It has a little ounce of everything from passion and desire to innocence and friendship. He relies on you for his smiles Brooke, and his happy days and feeling of content and the little hate you have for him for that he feels too. No one likes to think someone else has that much power over them but god Brooke you both have that power. You just have to trust in it."

"You know you're pretty great Haley James soon to be Scott," I give her a smile which she smiles at.

"You too Brooke Davis one day Scott," she teases and I let out a dry laugh.

"I don't know if that will ever happen. Luke still isn't for the marriage thing."

"He'll come around," she spins back in her chair. "His life goal is to make you happy and if he thinks that makes you happy he will do it."

"You think?" I cork a brow and she nods.

"Oh yeah, just don't stress on it or try to pressure it too much. Let him think it's his idea," she winks making me laugh. "Now come on, I'm starving and all this envelope licking is making me sick," she stands up grabbing her coat.

"That's why I agreed to the writing," I follow her move grabbing mine.

I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go tonight. Normally I go with Brooke and have a family dinner at her house but I didn't know if she wanted me there.

So I skipped.

Then we go out with the guys to the bar but again I don't know if I'm supposed to be there so I'm not. We haven't talked since last night and I'm afraid any talk we have will just end with me hurting her again.

I hate hurting her.

"Hello?" I flip my phone open and bring it to my ear as I toss the leftovers I just ate.

"Hey jackass where are you?"

"You know, your sweet greetings are the reason I always answer the phone," I chuckle placing the plate in the sink to wash later.

"Oh no problem sweetheart, anything to brighten up your day," he jokes and I laugh shaking my head. "But really where is your lazy ass located?"

"Why you booty callin' me? Hate to break your little heart Tony but I have a thing for a different Davis," I tease.

"Like you could ever get someone like me anyway," he scuffs and I laugh when I hear Rachel in the background going 'I swear to god I'm breaking up with you.'

"I'm at my apartment," I tell him rolling my eyes at Rachel.

"I wasn't rolling my eyes at you Rach chill," Tony growls and I once again laugh. Maybe Tony and I do hang out to much. "Well how long until you get here?"

"Where is here?" I suck the slice on my finger from earlier. Thing still hurts like a bitch.

"Where is here? Where we always meet jackass. You know Luke I think t his teaching job is going against your smarts."

"Tony you do know school makes you smarter right?" I joke but definitely feel the feeling of the fact Tony called, not Brooke. Guess she is still mad at me.

"Not in your case. But really all this moody Brooke is getting on my nerves. Come control your girl."

"Ok," I grab my keys off the counter. "I'll be there in like thirty," I tell him and he gives an 'awesome' and clicking off.

Sucking the last bit on my drink I watch the boys play a game of pool. My best friend had to head home early because she had a huge exam she had to study for so here I sit. Kinda feels like the old does honesty. Just me and Jason with Nash and Tony, Heath's occasional retarded comments I use to love nights like this, that was until we let someone else enter our little group and now that he isn't here it really sucks.

"Brookie…" Nash sways his drunken self towards me, sliding his arm across my shoulders. "Why you looking so blue boo? Ha I rhymed."

"That you did," I laugh shaking my head. "I'm not blue I just wondering where Lucas is, that's all," I shrug and he nods stroking his chin.

"He said he would be here in a bit," he reminds me and I nod knowing that. I know it takes a little bit to get here but I still wish he was already here. I really wish he was at dinner but he wasn't so I guess he is still mad at me. "Speak of the devil," he glances up to see my boyfriend walking in to the bar, tossing a glance around for us. "Luke!" he calls and Lucas gives a nod, weaving through the people to us.

"Look who's ass decided to make an appearance," Tony walks up laughing and Lucas rolls his eyes.

"What is with you calling me an ass lately?" he places his hand on the back of my chair, right next to mine as I spin towards the side.

"I only say it out of love," Tony teases pinching his cheek making Lucas slap his hand away. "Want a beer?" he looks up for our waitress, pointing at Lucas and holding up one finger making her nod.

"Yeah that's fine," he looks down at me and we hold the gaze just a moment before I drop mine down. "So what is everyone doing?"

"I'm kicking Tony's ass in pool," Jason so proudly announces taking another shot and making it with ease.

"Whatever," my other brother's hand flaps at him as he walks back over for his shot, Nash following soon after. Suddenly a very awkward silence following over Lucas and I. I can feel him wanting to say something just like I'm sure he can tell I want the same but we both just stand there, well I sit he stands.

"You missed dinner," was the first thing that pops out of my mouth and I roll my eyes at myself. Out of everything to say I say that? Not sorry, not I'm stupid but I criticize him for missing a stupid family dinner? Stupid Brooke.

"I didn't know what time I was supposed to be there," I can see his hidden line of 'I didn't know if you wanted me to be there,' as he slides in the chair beside me. "I tried texting…"

"My phones dead," I flip it on the table. "That's why Tony called earlier," I tell him and he just nods.

"Thanks," he gives a nod to our waitress as his drink appears in front of him, her flashing him a smile and no problem before walking away. "Kylee wasn't in class today," he comments taking a small sip. "She alright?"

"Yeah," I tell him hating this weird small talk we are doing. When did Lucas and I turn into forced conversation people? "She had just a check-up today. She getting her wisdom teeth pulled in a few weeks," I say and he nods again the silence falling over us. It building up so much that it reaches a point I can't handle anymore.

"Brooke…" "Luke…" we speak at the same time and he finally lets out a smile that I match.

"Go ahead," I wave him to continue.

"I know right now isn't the best time," he sorta whips his hand around the bar. "I mean the loud music and loud talking but…I want to talk to you later, I mean when you want to talk," he rushes at the end and I nod.

"Yeah, I want to talk to you too," I agree and he gives a half broken smile.

"Ok…" he brushes a hair from my face and soon begins one of the most uncomfortable and silent filled nights I've ever experience with my boyfriend.

"Ok," I feel Lucas lift me from his car and I snuggle into his chest. I started to feel sorta sick towards the end of the night and Lucas drove me home, Jason following behind in my car and Tony waiting for him in his. "Thanks man," I hear the exchange of keys but don't even crack open my eyes because I'm so tired.

This happens sometimes. Normally when I'm at the end of my period so thank you mother nature but I get bad cramps to the stage of feeling sick and added to all the smoke in that damn bar I get to feeling real sick. Plus I didn't sleep well last night and woke up early so I'm completely exhausted. I wasn't even in Lucas's car ten minutes before I was asleep.

"No problem, have her call us tomorrow," Jason says and I feel him brush my hair from my face. "Feel better Cookie," he kisses my temple and I somewhat mumble a response wrapping my hand around my boyfriend's neck and falling back into my sleepy state.

"I'll talk to ya'll tomorrow," Lucas says and there are a few more comments before he starts moving up the steps to my apartment. Hearing the sound of my keys sliding into the lock, my door sliding open and the sudden warmth taking over my chilly body. "Alright Pretty Girl," Lucas shuffles his feet in the dark, knowing how to maneuver around my apartment with no eyes being something he has grown very use too.

How he has accomplished being able to care me, have his mouth completely fused against mine and move around without me or him slamming into something is beyond me. I live in the damn place and still stump my toe on a wall or door in the light.

"There we go," my body being laid gentle on my comfortable bed. "Lift your hips for me," he asks, popping the buttons on my jeans and pulling them down. Also side note does anyone wonder why when you're tired everything feels like such a chore. I mean honestly my boy is actually changing me and the lifting up my hips just seems to be the hardest thing to do. Its nuts. "Are you cold?" he asks and I just nod, hearing him shuffle around my room and locating my pajama pants. Suddenly the warmth of the long sweat pants feeling amazing.

Lucas sitting me up and sliding my shirt off, replacing it with a tank top and then pulling back the sheets. "I'm sorry you don't feel good," his lips brush against my ear as he pulls the sheets up over me.

"Stupid being a girl," I grumble and he chuckles mumbling something that sounds like 'one of your draw ins for me' before disappearing into my bathroom. My head not even snuggled completely into my pillow comfortably before I'm asleep. But one thing ringing extremely clear in my head.

I really do have the best boyfriend.

His finger traces over my cheek as I lay sleeping, running over my shoulder and over my collar bone back to stroking my cheek. His eyes are on me, they've been on me for a least an hour, maybe, not really sure but he has been watching me for awhile. I feel bad not actually opening my eyes to look and talk to him because I know he wants to but I just… I feel bad. I know this is mostly my fault and last night I all but ignored him but I don't know what to say to him. I messed up I know and I don't know what I'm supposed to say to fix that.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, finally speaking. "I don't know why I said that the other night. I do want a baby with you. I want them to have your smile and dimples and if it must have my eyes then I want that to. I want all the things you want I do but I'm just worried about you. You haven't been you lately and I don't know if it's something I've done or am doing and if it is I wish you would just tell me because I'll stop. If I'm not making you happy just tell me," he pleads his tone rising just a bit before falling silent. "I love you and I just want you happy. No matter what that happiness is all I want," he brushes my hair back. "I'm sorry if I've been making you question that," he kisses my forehead, rolling out of bed and moving into the bathroom and my heart breaks a little.

Rolling over and staring at the ceiling hearing the water turn on in the other room. He thinks I'm not happy, he thinks he doesn't make me happy anymore and that kills me.

Climbing out of bed, I walk over to my small bathroom and crack the door open greeted with a cloud of steam. I see the outline of his body behind the curtain and how his hands run over his hair; his head is hanging and his body looking completely broken down. Lucas has always been one to hide his feelings. Of course with me he doesn't hesitate with admitting his love or anything but normally he doesn't let it show especially with other people. But his body normally gives it away, if you are around him long enough you catch on to his body language and nine times out of ten that's how I figure out what's going on with my boyfriend. Not so much with his words but with his body language; that he hasn't figured out to control and hide.

Sliding out of my pajamas and undoing my hair from its messy bun, I slip into the shower feeling the warm drops as they sprinkle off his back. Slipping my hands along his back and around his lower waist I feel his body tense before slowly relaxing.

"What are you doing?" his fingers lace through mine as the water rushes over us.

"I needed a shower," I shrug, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"I know it's just…" he lets the sentence hang but I know what he was going to say. I normally avoid showers with Lucas completely. The last time we showered together was forever ago and that turned out…well getting pregnant. Occasionally we might take a bath but it's not very often. It's almost like a weird phobia or something.

"I am happy," I tell him and he turns around looking confused. "I mean I'm happy with you, Lucas," I correct blinking off a water droplet that caught on my eyelash. "This part of my life is always happy, other parts not so much but you Lucas completely."

"Brooke…" he pushes my wet hair from my forehead, looking down at me.

"There are so many things I want in life Lucas, but I need you to know I don't want anything if I don't have you. Nothing matters to me but you," I tell him, making sure that point is more than clear. "Our daily routines never get old, our talks and our little touches, the waking up beside you and the looks you give me, all of that makes me happy. You make me happy. And I'm sorry if I somehow made you not know that," a hot tear mixes with the hot water and he gives a gentle smile knocking it away.

"I was thinking," he wraps his arms around my waist and looking at me, never looking so serious in his whole life. "In nine months its summer," he points out and I look at him confused.

"Yeah, I know. Did you want to plan a trip somewhere?" I ask and he shakes his head no.

"No, what I'm saying is that I don't work during the summer and you don't have school," he tells me and I nod. "So we have three months of us time."

"I knew my boyfriend was smart," I tease and he rolls his eyes.

"Brooke I'm serious," his eyes lock onto mine.

"I know you are, I can tell but I just don't understand what you mean."

"I'm saying that if we start trying now odds are good we would have a summer baby," he says and I tilt my head to the side looking up at him.

"Luke…"

"So that means we have three full months of time with the baby before school and work starts back up. And then after that mom would help us during the day and when I get off I can pick him or her up right after."

"Luke, what about basketball?" I point out and he just shrugs.

"I won't do basketball. David can coach, he doesn't need me."

"You love coaching."

"But I love you more," his head rests against mine. "And I will love our baby and you two will always come first to me."

"You were right the other night Lucas," I admit and he starts shaking his head. "Yes Luke, yes you were," I take his face in my heads to stop his protest. "We aren't ready for a baby."

"Yes we are, the other night I was…I don't know I was just being stupid."

"No you weren't," I give him a smile. "I was so caught up in the moment of it all I didn't think about everything else. I see how Carter struggles with school, work and Landon and I don't want time away from our baby. Time just isn't' right, right now and I know that."

"We could figure it out," he tells me and honestly I think I might have just fallen in love with my boyfriend all over again.

"I'll be done with school in two years and then we will have our baby," I say and he nods.

"Can it still be a summer baby?" his eyes plead and I laugh.

"Why do you want a summer baby so bad?"

"Because I'm a Christmas baby and I hate it," he informs me and I laugh.

"You're birthday is in January," I remind him.

"Yes, two weeks after Christmas and people think they can just completely ignore it because they just saw me at Christmas. I want my baby to have it so far from Christmas that he or she is loaded with presents twice a year," he tells me and I laugh shaking my head at him.

"Fine, we can have a summer baby."

"Good and it will be a happy birthday to you," he grins leaning down and capturing my lips with him.

"Without a doubt will be the best present you could ever give me," I wrap my arms around his neck. "I glad you want to have a baby with me."

"I want everything for you Brooke," he says holding me close. "But I want a baby more than anything with you. And we will have him or her, whenever you are sure you're ready because I'm ready whenever," he tells me and I can he really means that. Lucas Scott really wants a baby with me.

"Oh Lucas Scott," my hands slip around his neck pulling him close. "You're without a doubt the most amazing guy I've ever met."

"I'm not that great," his arms slide around my waist. "We both know I screw up."

"Not often," I let out a dry laugh. "You're going to be late for work," I rest my head on his chest, loving the hot water rushing over us.

"Yeah, I know," he drops his head to rest on top of mine. "But I don't mind being late," he runs his hand through my wet, knotting hair.

"Yeah," I kiss his chest and rest my head back against it. "I'm not really ready for school either," I agree thinking just being with him right now in this moment is all I want, all I need. And honestly this is enough for me.

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