Authors note: So this chapter I dedicated to my one and only CATHRYN in big bold letters. Anyway many of you are aware that catc20 and I having been betting to see who gets their chapters up faster, well today the bet took an interesting turn for the best or for the worst. The bet is now that whoever post five chapters before June 13, wins and the loser has to write a story of whatever ship the other chooses so ladies get ready cause Miss Naley aka author of Open your eyes, is about to write her first ever BRUCAS cause I'm so beating the pants off her butt. So with this said I'm hoping you all take a minute and review so I can get my creative juices going. Enjoy this chapter because I'm on a roll, as usual there are some hints to the future of Brooke. So sit back and read because I poured my heart into this one next chapter will be up by Wednesday even if it kills me. So here you go my Texan here u go…show me what you got. And a huge thanks to Hana and Chris as always this story would not be going the way its going if it wasn't for you two.

Chapter 10

Divine Intervention

Brooke could feel a mixture of tranquility and adrenaline spreading through her body as she made her out of Central Park and towards Fifth Avenue. The hot summer sun was beating on her head, and the heat wave was causing her clothes to stick onto her body, but she didn't care. While most New Yorkers fled the hot summers to their summer homes in the Hampton's, or stayed nice and cool in their central air apartments, Brooke bravely venture out. Every day after lunch, she took a walk through the park. Sometimes it was a work out, a way to get herself into shape, other times it was a form of meditation. The walks had become kind of like a fix, something her body as well as her mind craved. They had become too important for her to let anything, not even the heat stops them.

She stopped in front of the corner deli and began to grab different arrangements of flowers that were artfully displayed in white buckets on the side walk. Roses, lilies, sunflowers, whatever flower anyone could want could be found all over New York. She had fallen in love with the city. She had never understood its appeal even when Peyton had lived in the city for four years while she attended NYU. She had always found it unnerving with its chaos and had relished the peace of her hometown. But in the last few weeks she has understood its appeal. It was easy to get lost in the sea of people that filled the city everyday. She was just a nameless face. In New York, she was just plain ordinary Brooke. Not the heiress, not the jilted fiancée, just Brooke who liked to talk walks through the park with her Ipod in her ear. Gathering ten bouquets of flowers, she walked inside the deli and handed the cashier a crisp one hundred dollar bill. Waiting for her change, she felt a small twinge of guilt spreading throughout her. She missed Peyton. She couldn't remember a time in her life that she had spent away from Peyton. Yes they had both gone to college apart but they had kept in constant contact every day with emails, text messages, msn, and long phone calls. They had talked on the phone six times a day no matter what had been going on. Every school break and vacation was spent together. She knew people always wondered how two such different girls could be friends and when Rachel became of permanent fixture in their lives more questions had arisen. The three girls were as different as night and day. Brooke was loving, caring, sweet. Peyton was cold, nonchalant, artistic, reclusive. And the troubled one, as she was called back home, Rachel was wild, reckless who never thought about any consequences to whatever actions she took. The three were closer than any group of sisters, and it killed Brooke how far apart they had grown. Yes she had Rachel back. They had somehow found each other despite it all, but the void of not having Peyton with them was ever present. As she made her way back to the street she thought how easy it would be to dial the familiar number. All she needed to do was to reach for her cell phone and dial, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the fact that Peyton was back home where all the hurt and misery was. Maybe it was because Peyton had been the one who reassured her after Rachel had told her what she had seen that it was wrong. Any doubt she had had that day Peyton had waved away, offering simple explanations that had appeased any type doubts Brooke had had. She wasn't angry at her. She was just something she had yet to figure out. She understood her friend's hesitation to believe the truth. It wasn't her fault. It was her parents. Peyton had grown up in a household where her father's infidelity was ever present. Her parents had a typical Tree Hill marriage filled with a happy front for everyone else to see but behind close doors it was another story. There were fights, accusations, which Peyton had been front and center to witness. The Sawyers were the type of family that would have done better apart than together. No one understood why they were still married least of all Peyton. Brooke knew that that was the main reason her friend had such issues with trust and commitment. She also knew that Nathan and her represented the happy ending Peyton always wish she would have. But Brooke didn't have time to help her through her pain and realization. For the first time she had to put herself first above everyone else. She knew someday she would be able to call her, but she wasn't ready, at least not yet. Reaching Rachel's townhouse, she allowed herself a few minutes to think about an idea she had been toying with, making New York her permanent residence. It would be so simple, she had the money to buy or rent herself a small loft or even a town house. She adored the city it with its theaters, opera, and shops. She knew that she would never be bored. There was nothing to stop her. She was old enough to make decisions for herself and her parents well they had lost any of their abilities to influence her with their lies. But something deep down knew that in order for her to truly find peacefulness she would have to face it all eventually. A person could run away for so long before their past would eventually catch up with them, and she knew hers would at some point.

"But not today." Brooke said out loud as she slipped her key into the lock and open the door. "All I wanted to do today is just relax in a warm bath and watch a movie."

She dropped the key Rachel had given her on the small front hall table that contained a crystal vase that Brooke had given Rachel when she had gotten married, and a bunch of pictures of her god son Tucker. Picking one up she couldn't help but smile as she remembered how much he had loved to go and buy flowers with her. She missed him like crazy, and she couldn't wait for him to come back. Grabbing the vase she began to hum as she walked further down the hallway towards the kitchen. She was a few feet away when her nose came into contact with a familiar smell, Chanel number five. Unsure what to do next she waited a minute before deciding to enter the living room where she knew Glamma was waiting for her.

"Well it took you long enough." Brooke said in calm tone. "I figured a week or two at least before you came."

Glamma who had been sitting on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and a martini in the other couldn't help but give her granddaughter her biggest, flashiest smile.

"That's not much of a hello is it darling." She answered her as she took a long drag before putting it out on a crystal ashtray that was on the coffee table. Taking one last drink from the glass, she set it down next to it before she got up and walked up to her granddaughter. "I'm here aren't I! I mean darling when you leave in such a dramatic fashion the least I could do was to give you a few weeks to gather yourself. I will say it took every ounce of will power not to hop on a plane. And you finally used my gift, I told you would someday, we have to at some point upgrade it to the black one you know." She said to a dumbfounded Brooke who she took into her arms. "Now give me a big old Dumpling hug, I've missed you."

Resigning herself that her life of solitude was over now that Glamma was in the big apple all Brooke could do was to hug her back. She inhaled the sweet, familiar smell of Chanel number five and held her close to her. "God I've missed you Glamma." She said softly that Glamma would never let her go.

"I know you have sugar." Glamma said as she closed her eyes and said a silent prayer that she wasn't too late. "Now let's sit down and you can tell me how fabulous I look."

Letting out a giggle, Brooke let Glamma take her hand back too sit down where the two women sat down next to each other. Neither of them spoke at first, Glamma didn't want to seem too pushy which drove her insane, and Brooke wasn't sure what to say. Finally now able to contain herself Glamma spoke first.

"Well you haven't said anything about my Armani, isn't it too die for? I saw it and simply had to have it. I bought the shop out."

"Of course you did it wouldn't be you if you didn't. I don't think you have ever been able to walk into any store and just buy one thing." Brooke said as she took Glamma's hand and brought up to her lips. "Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you my darling? So you left not a biggie you not calling anyone and hiding out, well that's a different story, not that I'm here to lecture you. I came because I found myself very much alone and had the urge to take my only grandchild in my arms."

"Really?" Brooke asked as she arched up her right eyebrow. "So you came here just to be with me, not to give me a lecture, or tell me I'm wasting my life away here?"

"Yep!" Glamma said in a affirmative tone. "Now let me take a look at you. Stand up let me see you."

Knowing she had no choice Brooke stood up and let Glamma take a long look at her.

"I'm impressed I've never seen you show so much skin and the tight little yoga pants they really show off you tushy. I must buy myself a pair. You lost weight though, and you are in desperate need of a haircut and a good old eyebrow wax. Overall not bad, dumpling. Now come back here sit next to me and let's chat we have a lot to talk about."

"Where's Rachel?" Brooke asked her as she sat back down next to her.

"Well we had a little problem." Glamma began.

"Glamma you did not start in on her about the whole Cooper thing did you?" Brooke asked her in a mortified voice. "That's not a good topic of discussion in this house."

"God, Brookie, give me some credit I'm not going to mention the fact that I think she's an idiot for letting that hottie go. I'm not going to tell her that while she is sweltering away in this god awful city some little blonde bimbo who pretends to be miss innocent is trying hard to become Mrs. Cooper Lee. I didn't say any of those things, but it doesn't mean I don't think it. Now get me a fresh drink we have a lot of talking to do."

Brooke took the glass from the table and walked over to the bar. "Glamma you still haven't answered my question as to what you did to Rachel?" she said as she began to make Glamma a drink.

"Well I brought with me my new personal assistant, can you believe that I have never had one?"

"Personal assistant?" Brooke asked as she trying to grasp what Glamma was saying, "You hired someone?"

"Yes and you know her. She's Lilly."

"Lilly! The maid, she's your new assistant?"

"Yes!" Glamma told her in an annoyed voice. "God grasp it already. So anyway after you left, she became my rock. She makes a mean martini and gets me. So we got our cute little butts on a plane and we came here. Little did I know that she has never been to the big apple before and I sent her out a few little, itty bitty errands…."

"And…" Brooke said as she handed her the drink and sat down.

"And she got lost." Glamma answered throwing her hands up in the air. "She's somewhere in Brooklyn. Rachel went to get her so I'm just waiting. Good thing I gave her something to do cause she was so worried that you would be mad cause I came practically peed in her La Perla panties it was quiet amusing. The only thing better would have been to actually watch Peyton knock her on her ass. Anyway she'll be back soon."

"I cannot believe you send that meek little thing out into the city. She's probably never even been in a city as big as this one alone."

"Hey!" Glamma yelled as she threw a throw pillow at her. "She could have said no."

"Somehow I doubt that she ever would Glamma. You can be a bit intimidating."

"I am not." Glamma said giving her a big pout. "That may be the meanest thing you have ever said to me. You're lucky I love you. So now let's chat."

"About what Glamma?" Brooke said not quiet being able to meet her eyes.

"Oh don't even! You know what we need to talk about missy. So if you don't want to start then I will. Let's talk about your parents and how worried sick they are about you. Let's start there."

"Don't Glamma don't you dare. Don't use the love I have for you to have this conversation. I won't do this not now not ever. I don't ever want anything to do with them and if you're here to change my mind then there's the door you can leave the same way you came."

Shaken down to her Manolo Blaniks Glamma was left speechless. In a million years she had never thought she would ever hear her sweet Brooke talk to her the way she had. It took her a minute to gather her wits.

"Well, well, well someone grew some much needed balls. I'm shocked."

"Well I have changed, I'm not the same little Brooke that can be pushed around no way. That Brooke is dead and I don't need anyone to tell me what to do or how to feel not even you."

"I think you should know better than anyone that I would never tell you how to feel." Glamma answered her dryly. "But I will speak my mind and you can't stop me. I know you're angry and you have even right to be, but your father didn't do anything and neither did Peyton. I don't care how much you've changed but I know that deep down you are the same loving girl that you've always been."

"Glamma…"

"No listen to me. Yes you have ever right to be upset with your mother god I'm upset with you mother, but she is still your mother, and there is nothing that you can do to change that. What she did was stupid but she did it because she couldn't bear to see you suffer."

"You don't understand what I'm feeling…"

"Hey yes, I do I told you I've been there I know how you feel…"

"Ugh!" Brooke exclaimed as she threw her hands up in the air in the same dramatic fashion that Glamma had done before she got up. "I so don't want to fucking do this."

"Why are you freaking out now?" Glamma ask her as she pulled her back down next to her. "And you cursed. Yay! I like this new side of you."

Ignoring her comment Brooke began to rant.

"I'm freaking out because you're making me nuts. My life is a mess Glamma one old big shitty mess. I have no clue what to do about it. I'm living in New York with Rachel because I can't be alone and I can't be home. Every day I have to wake up and face the fact that I wasn't good enough for the man I thought I was going to grow old with. But you know what really gets me it's not so much the cheating, or the lies it's the fact that I have no idea who I am without him. Isn't that pathetic?"

Taking a deep breath, Glamma stood up and walked up to her Brooke who had started to pacing, she knew she was going to start crying. Without saying another word she just took her in her arms and held on to her for dear life as Brooke began to cry.

"Let it out honey talk to me no matter what I'm always going to be on your side. Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."

"I…I…."Brooke started to say as the tears started falling in full force. "I'm pathetic. Everything, Glamma, everything I have done has been with Nathan on my brain. I went shopping the other day and I had this dress in my hand…"

"Ohh tell me about the dress who's the designer…"

"Glamma so not the point…" Brooke asked her getting frustrated.

"Sorry honey but you know what clothes does to me… continue…"

"Dolce by the way. Anyway I put the dress up to me and look in the mirror and I said Nathan would hate this dress. Do you believe that? After everything he put me through he's still stuck in my brain. Every decision I have ever made from my clothes, to my major has been with me thinking what would Nathan like. That's why I'm pathetic. That's why I hate myself so much. I don't know who I am, I don't know where I belong, that's why I can't go back home, I can't deal with it."

Handing her a lace handkerchief Glamma said nothing she just waited for her to continue.

"I woke up one morning and my life as I knew it was over. Everything, I mean everything I know has been erased. So who am I now, Glamma can you answer that because I sure as hell can't."

Taking a deep breath Glamma waited a moment before she answered. Looking deeply in her eyes she began to speak. "You are Brooke Penelope Davis, a sweet, loving caring girl who had a bit of bad luck. You are a Davis and a Du Bois, you are a fighter, you are brave, you are mini me. Yes it sucks but you can't run away from it, and deep down inside you know no matter how much you want to push it away, it's still there waiting for you to face it, which you will."

"I can't… I just can't I can't even pick up the phone to call my best friend, or go visit my other best friend's sister because I keep thinking whatever baby I see will remind me of Nathan's son. I just don't know how to do this…all I know is that I'm very unhappy and dissatisfied."

"Okay story time…" Glamma said as she took an enormous gulp of her drink. "Do you remember your father telling you about the Christmas I took him to Paris and I rented out the whole entire top floor?"

"Yes." Brooke answered as she wiped up her tear with the handkerchief.

"Well what you don't know is this, your grandfather had died a few months earlier and a month later I dropped your father back at his boarding school. He was only ten, well when I drove back to the house I couldn't get out of the car. I sat in my Rolls staring at the house trying so hard to get out but I couldn't bear it. So I didn't instead I began to travel. I went everywhere I could just not back to the house. Well when your father got out for winter break we hopped on a plane and flew to Paris. We had a ball till Christmas morning. Sitting in the middle of the fanciest suites of the Ritz surrounded by a gazillion presents, your father looked at me and said do you think Daddy can see us all the way here?"

"Oh my god." Brooke said as she thought of her father.

"Yep he got me." Glamma continued to say as she lit up one of her slim cigarettes. "Any way I asked him what he meant and he told me that he was afraid his daddy couldn't see him from heaven. And then he told me how much he missed the Christmas trees back home, the ones filled with all the ornaments he had made with his dad. My heart nearly broke and I realized that by running away not only had I hurt my son but I had also hurt myself. I left my house darling because I was too scared to face the hand life had dealt me. It took me a good year but the following Christmas we were both back."

"But I don't have that. It's not the same."

"No you don't have the son but you have the family. You let Nathan run you out of town and I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that, you needed a breather I get that. But darling you need to go back home and face it or its going to eat you up alive."

"I don't know…"

"You don't have to make any decisions tonight or next week one day it will just happen. But you ignoring Peyton that's a totally different story. That poor girl is a mess with a capital M."

Brooke said nothing she just sad quietly with her hands folded on her lap staring out the window.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question and I hope you answer it…"

"What?" Brooke said softly.

"If the shoe was on the other foot would Peyton push you away?"

Silence reaffirmed what Glamma already knew the answer to be.

"I thought so. Now question number two, you said you don't know who you are…"

"Yes."

"So do you want to go back to being the same old boring society Brooke who did the right thing?"

"No!" Brooke exclaimed. "No way never."

"Well hallelujah for that answer because I so agree. You my darling are anything but ordinary. You are fabulous just like you're Glamma, beautiful, sexy, and fine."

"Glamma!" Brooke said breaking out into a big smile.

"See dumpling I think that today by having this little breakthrough we have figured out you need to turn over a new leaf."

"Um okay…" Brooke said in a scared little voice as she watched Glamma jump off the couch and grab her cell phone. "Glamma who are you calling."

"Pamela…"

"Pamela who…"

"Pamela at Neiman Marcus my darling she is fantastic if you are going to start a new life you need a brand new wardrobe. I see Dolce, Wang, ohh Marchesa have you seen Jlo lately damn she looks hot."

"I don't need any new clothes Glamma, I just bought some…"

"STOP!" she answered her outrage. "You always need new clothes what the hell is wrong with you. No more Bree Van de Kamp clothes for you. I see you more as a Gabrielle who is my favorite in Desperate housewives. Oh and you need eyebrows, a haircut, your legs wax and you know what wax too. Ohh and we are in New York this is working out perfectly."

"Glamma stop…"

"Oh Brooke shut up. You already got your free out of jail card the first time you stood up to me the next time I take you over my knee and spank you. Now you need this because its going to be fun. Think of all the short, slutty but tasteful dresses that we are going to buy. And we can go to a club, I haven't been clubbing in ages your father had made me go to every political fundraiser in the world this last few months, I need some action and maybe you'll meet someone."

"Are you crazy? Meet someone? And I don't want to go to a club…Glamma please…this is pointless."

Waving her hands in Brooke's face Glamma put the phone down. "One it's not pointless. Two, Nathan was an asshole who didn't deserve you. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. What he did was unforgivable and if he wasn't dead he would be after I got done with him. But it's time to start living Brooke. You have to face up to it. You are so young and beautiful you need to live your life. Nathan was not the right person for you and I bet you that one of these days you are going to meet someone who is who knock your Jimmy Choos right off."

"Fine!" Brooke said as she sat back down and just resigned herself to the fact that she was now in the hand of Glamma and life as she knew it would never be the same. "But I'm not going clubbing and im not looking for another loser to tear apart my life again, once was enough."

"Yeah whatever." Glamma said as she started talking on the phone. "Hello Pam its Liv your best client. Aww how are you… good… I have a special project for you. My granddaughter needs a makeover ASAP. Yes Brooke, that's her. Yes I'm thinking Dolce, minis, um Kors, Chanel, the works. I want young, I want her to be hip, and I'm thinking Jennifer Lopez, Gwen Stefani… Aww yes as usual you are on the ball. Tomorrow at three perfect, we'll be there. Oh and be a dear call Kenneth for me see if he can take her first thing tomorrow morning. You know how grumpy he gets with me when I call last minute. You're a doll, and I adore you. See you tomorrow hon."

"Oh God kill me now." Brooke muttered out loud as she put her hands over her eyes.

"God, isn't going to save you darling but this may be a good time to call Blondie don't you think? I mean tomorrow you, me and Rachel at Neiman's with our grubby little hands all over you, you may need a buffer."

"Touché Glamma, as always you get your way." She said to her grandmother amazed at her ability to get her to do the one thing she had feared the most. She just watched as Brooke took a deep breath and began to furiously type on her blackberry. When she was done she gave her a smug smile which Glamma return with one small wink.

Tree Hill, North Carolina

"Mrs. Channing, please you can't do this to me. I'll pay you whatever you want just name a price."

"Mr. Scott!" the tall woman exclaimed as she took off her glasses and began to clean them with her shirt sleeve. "It is not a matter of money it is a matter of respect. When you hired me I told you I had certain qualifications, I was not your cook, nor your housekeeper. My sole purpose in this household was to take care of baby. I arrive promptly at seven, not six, not five, and I leave at six everyday. In the last month you have managed to show up late every night. You have managed to not buy diapers or fill up the fridge, and this house is a pig sty. Now I feel badly for you but I cannot do my job in these conditions."

"But Mrs. Channing I swear I'll change I'll be home on time, I'll hire a cleaning service but please don't leave me not know."

"I'm very sorry Mr. Scott I hate to do this to you, but I'm too old to do this. Now I'll stay till the end of the month, but you must find some sort of new arrangement for Drew, maybe what you need is a live in. I can give you the number of a service that can find you the perfect person for the job."

"No I'll take care of it thank you for all your help. I'll see you in the morning." Lucas said as he walked her up to the front door.

"Good night dear, now Drew should sleep till about four and I bought formula and its all set for you, just nuke it up for 30 seconds."

"I'll see you tomorrow Mrs. Channing drive safe."

"Night Mr. Scott." The older woman said as she hopped into her car.

Lucas waited a few minutes and watch as she pulled out of the beach house driveway. "Fuck." He screamed as he shut the door close.

"Damn Dawg, what the hell is up with you?" he heard his friend Skillz say as he walked out from the kitchen holding two bottles of beer.

"The nanny quit. She gave me a month's notice."

"Ouch, you go through nannies the way I go through woman. Whatcha going to do now man?"

"I don't know maybe kill myself, between the baby, the company I don't know what the hell I'm doing. God I need my grandmother and this whole project I don't know what to do about it."

"You know what you need Luke…"

"No I don't but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

"A wife, a good old fashion betty cocker making, putting kids to sleep, soccer mom type of wife."

"Did you smoke something?" Luke said as his eyes practically came out of his as he processed what Skillz had just said. "I can't believe you uttered those words. The last thing I need right now is a woman in my life much less a wife. Now look at the plans. I want your opinion on them."

Walking back to the kitchen, Skillz picked up the blue prints he had been looking at. "Well, you know you and I have always been tight and I will always tell you what I think."

"Yeah." Lucas said as he sat down on the chair and took a long swig out of the bottle. "So what do you think?"

"I think it's amazing. I think that your grandfather was a great man who had a plan and what you want to add to it is going to make it even better. I like the idea of using locals in this project. I think its going to be a huge success."

"Yeah I do too but how do I get this to pass. I talked to them today and they all said no. It's like they don't think I can handle it."

Skillz kept on staring at the blue prints as he rubbed his chin thinking. "Well you're right they don't take you seriously. You showing up on a Harley, with jeans on is not going to win you any points. And the old guard is still around, if you get this project to pass the board is going to want to use their own people, their own architect, and you lose control. First thing you need to do is pay a visit to Brooks Brothers, and then you need to get yourself a car."

"I hate suits…"

"Yeah well no one can make them look as good I as can, but we can hook you up with something. And I have another suggestion you are, are you not the president of Scott Corp?"

"Yes I am. As much as I wish I wasn't I am."

"Well get rid of them."

"The board? Skillz I can't do that you know that."

"No you dip shit not the board, the staff. Get rid of their lawyers, their architects, their people. Bring your own in, show them who you are and put a team together of people you trust. The company has been running with old fashion ideas, and old fashion people so shake it up. Show them how serious you are."

"Umm…" Skillz heard Luke say as he continued to sit holding the beer in his left hand.

"You see Dawg you see I'm right."

"Yes you are, and you think if I make these changes they'll pass the project?"

"Oh hell no, those old bats are not passing this not even if you gave them ten million dollars. But I have an idea…" he said as he sat down and flash his friend a smile.

"Oh this is going to be good isn't it."

"Well how many shares do you own?"

"Um I have my ten, my parents, ten, and Nathan's which is now Drew's. That's thirty. My grandmother has another ten which she gave to me all together forty. Why?"

"Just go with me here. Now the board members the ones who were at the meeting all four of them how many do they all have together?"

"Ten each." Lucas answer not sure what Skillz was getting at but sure that whatever it was it was going to be good.

"So basically right now it's all spilt down the middle. What happens if you manage to wrangle lets say one board member, what if you have his vote?"

"I get my project approved." Lucas said softly as the realization of what Skillz was getting at set in. "You're a genius Skillz a pure and utter genius."

"I know!" Skillz answered as he cracked his knuckles.

"I want you to come work with me at Scott Corp, you're an asset I need."

"No can do buddy, I work alone and don't answer to anyone."

"I'll give you whatever salary you want, use of the company plane you tell me what I can do to pursue you and I'll do it…"

"We'll talk later about that now we have to think of a way to get those old men to vote with you."

"They won't Skillz. I mean I can try to buy them out but then here goes the money to fund the project."

"Damn! Okay next um wait you still have 20 shares un accounted for who owns those?"

"That's right my aunt Mary she owns them. My grandfather gave them to her when she got married, fuck…."

"What?" Skillz said wondering why Lucas face was turning a shade of red.

"Damn it." Luke continued to rant as he banged his fist against the table which proceeded to cause the sleeping baby to wake up.

"Fuck Luke, look what you've done now you've gone and woken the little man up and you know I don't do babies."

"Brooke Davis…she owns the shares."

"Brooke Davis as in aka your brother fiancée. Only daughter of the Davis family who fled town leaving everyone wondering where the hell she is. That Brooke Davis?"

"The one and only."Lucas answered as he got up and made his way up the stairs towards the nursery. "This is just perfect, Drew is up and I'm going to be up all night and the one thing I want in this world I cant have unless my brothers fiancée votes with me, perfect. Can my life get any worse…I think not."