Disclaimer: I don't put these in much anymore because by now, we all know that I don't own One Tree Hill. If I did Luke wouldn't be with Lindsay or Peyton ;)

The pain killers Brooke had taken weren't working, and she was beginning to have a nervous breakdown.
It was mid afternoon and the limos were waiting out the front to take them all to Central Park for the wedding and Peyton was missing. Her mother and Karen had shown up an hour or so ago within seconds of each other; and it was safe to assume that they couldn't stand each other. The DJ on the local radio station couldn't stop talking about "the wedding of the year"; and he was predicting a late thunderstorm.
She might not be a great advocate for this whole wedding – but it was still her wedding day.
"We'll have to go without her." Karen spoke up. "We are not going to let Peyton ruin this day."
Brooke groaned from her spot, Peyton was going to find a way to ruin this day; she needed more painkillers.
"You'll be one bridesmaid short of course," Karen continued. "That's okay of course, Tim can sit out."
Brooke eyed the spot where she knew Nathan kept his alcohol and seriously thought about it; but before she could actually do anything Lily was leading her out to the limo.

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Brooke gasped when the limo pulled up at Central Park, the place was packed, but it looked totally transformed. She had been here when Karen first showed her the place and when she had to, at least pretend to, make the decisions about the ceremony; but now – there were flowers everywhere and the whole place just looked like the fairy tales her parents had read to her and Katie growing up.
As the limo pulled up just away from the path; they could watch the boys at the altar for a minute before they had to get out. Karen had called ahead so Tim was sitting in the front row next to Dan; glad he didn't have to stand up there anymore. Brooke watched Lucas for a second and he looked as nervous as she felt, he kept wiping his palms on his pants and turning to talk to Nathan.
"This is how I felt on my wedding day too." Haley promised reaching out to grab her hand. "Just remember it will all be over soon."
"So you went through all this too?" Brooke looked up.
"Well, Nathan and I just took off one night and eloped." Haley smiled a bit. "But I was really nervous beforehand.

Then, all of a sudden, they had to get out. Karen and Victoria climbed out first to go and take their seats at the front. Then Haley and Katie climbed out and took their places to walk down the aisle. Lily climbed out and then Edward was at the door, waiting to walk her down the aisle.
She brought the veil down over her face before accepting her father's hand to climb out.
"You look beautiful sweetheart." Edward smiled kissing her cheek. "I'm really happy for you."
"Oh, I'm sure you are." Brooke scowled. "Can we please just get this over with?"

The music started and Katie started the procession down the path. Haley followed, and then Lily. Then everyone stood up and turned to face Brooke. As she walked down the aisle with her father next to her, she fought back the tears. This was it; the point of no return.
Brooke must have fazed out; running on auto pilot because what seemed like a second later they were at the vows and Lucas was gently holding her hands, looking straight at her.

"Lucas Eugene Scott, do you take Brooke Penelope Davis to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honour and keep her; For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her; so long as you both shall live?"

Lucas paused, and for a second out of the corner of her eye, Brooke thought she saw Dan and Karen both tense up.
"I Do." He slipped the slender wedding band on her finger, to match the engagement ring.

"Brooke Penelope Davis, do you take Lucas Eugene Scott to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honour and keep her; For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all other, be faithful only to her; so long as you both shall live?"

"I Do." She repeated Luke, slipping his band on his finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." He smiled and turned to Lucas. "You may now kiss your bride."
Lucas lifted the veil over her face and leaned in and kissed her gently. It was innocent and looked loving and tender. When he pulled away, everybody was on their feet clapping and cheering.

Before they could go to the reception though; the photos needed to be taken. Brooke stood to the side, next to an equally as still Lucas while Karen and Dan argued with each other and the photographer about the best place for the photos. Then once they had all agreed on a spot they argued about who was to stand where.
Brooke wanted to snap, she wanted to tell them that as much as she regretted it, it was still her wedding and she just wanted the photos taken so she could go to the reception and have a drink.

Once the photographer took the final photo, Brooke and Lucas were out of there. Luke grabbed her hand and practically started pulling her to the reception.
"Don't be late to the reception." Karen called out after them; the day wasn't over just yet and she was still worried about some catastrophe happening.
As the limo pulled away from the park and into the traffic of New York City, Lucas looked through the small fridge and pulled out a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. He poured one for Brooke and then took a sip of his own.
"I would give you something stronger; but we need to behave for the wedding." He sounded so genuine and serious that Brooke actually gave in and smiled.
"I promise though; the stronger stuff is waiting for us in the hotel room."
Brooke laughed; she couldn't help herself. The wedding itself was over, she was the new "Mrs. Scott", and Luke was actually being nice.

"So," Luke started as they sat in the traffic, as they took the long way to the hotel; "My sister disappeared last night."
Brooke nodded. "She likes to torment people doesn't she?" Brooke hadn't spent a lot of time with Peyton since coming to New York and she wasn't really bothered by that.
"She's just trying to get attention. It's been like that since Lily was born. Everyone just gave her so much attention."
"Peyton said something to me last night." Brooke decided to bring it up in a split second. "Were you dating her friend Chelsea before your mother…arranged this?" She paused at the end, not sure how to word it.
Lucas laughed and finished his glass of champagne, before pouring himself another one. "Chelsea." He thought about it for a second. "Peyton wants there to be something when there's nothing."
"I just want to know if there was someone, just to prepare myself for the gossip."
Before Lucas could reply though the driver was at their door. They had arrived at the hotel; and everyone was already there.

Stepping into the foyer of the hotel and towards the ballroom, they could hear Skills.
"…In welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Scott." The doors opened just as they approached and they walked in to all the applause and cheers.

They made it through the meal; they made it through the speeches where Dan talked about the 'wonderful, beautiful girl Lucas had met', and how much 'Luke had grown since meeting Brooke'. Skills, Luke's best man, said how much the romance surprised him but it was obvious how much they loved each other. Lily made a short and sweet speech about how true love never runs smoothly and then sat down; avoiding the glares of her mother who was angry that her daughter hadn't said the speech Karen wanted. They even miraculously survived their first dance as "man and wife", the bridal waltz.

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When, just past midnight, the party started winding down Brooke and Lucas snuck away to the honeymoon suite that was theirs for the night. Luke, who was by now a little tipsy from all the champagne he had drunk, carried Brooke through the door. Her head was resting against his chest, because her head from the champagne she had drunk.
"Not more champagne." Brooke groaned when she saw what was waiting for them on the table.
"Have a great night, Love mum and dad." Lucas read the small handwritten card. Lucas threw the card away. "Don't worry; I made sure they put in the stronger stuff this morning." He pulled the bottle out of the fridge and drunk straight out of the bottle.
"Don't drink it all." He had laid Brooke down on the bed and now she was sitting up and reaching for the bottle. She had never been a big drinker and she knew she would regret it later but she wanted it really bad.
"My, my Mrs. Scott." Luke laughed as Brooke swallowed the unfamiliar taste. "Who knew? Here we all thought you were good for the family."
Brooke knew she was bordering on close to drunk, but Lucas seemed genuinely nicer. He was opening up more and actually having fun with her.
Brooke put the bottle down on the table next to her and reached out to pull Lucas down. He instantly understood, and gently began kissing her as she pulled his jacket off and threw it to one side of the room.

He was being gentle with her, not wanting to push things too fast, and Brooke was getting tired of it. She had his jacket, tie and shirt off and she was still completely clothed. She wanted to move away to get the dress off but at the same time she didn't want Lucas to stop. She didn't need to act though because Lucas was practically reading her mind; he started to unzip her dress, letting it fall around off around her waist…

I know you hate me dangling bits of Brucas in front of you and then yanking it away again, but I hope that tides you over for now.
They might be married now, and Lucas might be opening up but things are far from over, and far from easy. I'm just getting started.

I also know you all want some more Naley scenes. I want to give them to you but unfortunately I have trouble writing Naley and I so do not want to ruin it for you guys. If any of you can help me, my personal email is on my profile page or you can message me.
As always, don't forget to keep reviewing. It really does help me update faster ;)

-- Casey xx