Lucas looked in the rearview mirror and noticed that the same car had been following him since he left the arena. He speed dialed Brooke via Bluetooth and was glad that she answered so quickly.

"Hey babe…I was just thinking about you."

Lucas made a right turn and saw the car make the same turn. "I think that I'm being tailed right now. It might be paparazzi or it might be someone else…I was just calling to let you know that due to this new development there's gonna be a change of plans and that I will be having dinner with Nate tonight."

"Julian must be suspicious…he practically told me as much during your practice tonight."

"How could Larry hire him? I mean clearly he's unstable!"

Brooke sighed, "I wish that I knew the answer to that."

"Me too babe." Lucas turned onto Nathan's street and looked into the rearview mirror to see that the car was still tailing him just a car back from him. "He's still following me."

Brooke gasped as a thought occurred to her, "What if it's an obsessed fan?"

"It could be but to be honest with you I don't think that it is…something's telling me that it's your old boyfriend playing games."

"I hope not because then we're really screwed!"

"Brooke I told you already that I can play anywhere. If they find out about us then let them."

"No you don't understand…I stand to lose my license! There was a good reason that I had avoided this for as long as I have. I could lose everything that I worked for, my reputation…"

Lucas sighed, "You're right. I wasn't thinking about what you stood to lose—"

"No it's okay…I just freaked out for a minute. But I love you so much, I would give everything up just to be with you. And I know that you would do the same for me."

Lucas heard the sincerity in her voice and smiled, "In a heartbeat."

Brooke took a deep breath then exhaled, "Then come home because I'm dying to kiss my future husband."

"Are you sure about this? It could be a crazy stalker."

"I'm very sure about this." Just as he heard the words he pulled a U-turn and headed for their apartment.

"Okay I'm on my way to you. When I get there I would love to see you in that cheer uniform, the one that shows a lot of skin."

Brooke grinned, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "You perv. I'll see you when you get here."

-x-

Ex weapons dealer turned private investigator Xavier Daniels was parked a good ways away from Lucas car and got out of his car as soon as he cut the engine. He followed him a good distance until he came to the elevator and saw Lucas get on. Xavier hurried on, knowing that this was his chance to see up close whether or not he was here to see Brooke Davis. After all he knew that this was where Brooke was staying, having followed her a couple of times at Julian's request. He just didn't know which apartment she was in.

Lucas stopped at the sixth floor and got off. He pretended to go in the opposite direction towards his own "apartment" at least until he knew that Lucas was no longer suspicious.

Xavier saw Lucas open the seventh apartment and went inside, and waited outside the door for voices.

"Finally you got here! I missed you!" he heard a woman with the raspy yet smooth as whiskey voice say in greeting.

"You do wear that cheer uniform Cindy." Lucas said with appreciation.

Cindy? Xavier thought as he debated whether or not he should still be there considering that it was definitely not Brooke Davis this guy was seeing.

He quickly text Julian and informed him of his findings and asked whether he should stick around or not. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and hurried and picked up, walking away slightly from the apartment.

"Are you sure it's not Brooke?"

Xavier looked back towards the apartment and muttered, "Positive. He called the girl Cindy. Apparently a cheerleader."

Julian exhaled then said, "Okay pull back…I'll wire the money in the morning. And I will keep in touch should I need your services again."

-x-

The next day Brooke sat on her couch contentedly eating her bag of classic Lays chips watching her favorite TV drama Law and Order SVU totally engrossed in the plot when suddenly she felt a bit nauseous. She put down the chips as if they burned her and tried to continue watching the show when the ill sensation grew until she had to go to the bathroom and heave until she vomited every single thing she consumed that day and then some.

"Brooke!" Rachel called out as she entered the apartment, having found the spare key underneath the welcome mat.

"I'm back here!" she yelled miserably, clinging to the toilet like her life depended on it. Another wave of nausea hit her and she heaved some more vomit, her stomach contracting painfully. She slumped against it, too drained to do anything else.

Rachel opened the door and frowned, "So not the sight that I wanted to see. Isn't it unprofessional to get so wasted—"

She groaned and said, "I wasn't wasted…I think I got a stomach flu or something…" she then began throwing up again, this time only liquid came out and dry heaves.

"Okay ew. I'll go make you some chicken broth and we'll just hang out here for the day."

"But you had plans—"

Rachel rolled her eyes and helped clean her up, "So? We're sisters. I will make other plans. No biggie. But you can not be by yourself right now. And since I'm here…that means me."

Brooke grudgingly allowed Rachel to take care of her, even though she no longer felt ill. At least until Rachel ordered deluxe sub that turned her stomach unpleasantly. This time Rachel was there to hold her hair back as she pukes her guts out.

"Oh my God! You're engaged?" Rachel gasped, finally spotting the stunning engagement ring on her left finger. "Since when?! Who is it?! Have I met him?!"

Brooke flushed the vomit down and sighed, "I guess it's time to come clean. Yes I'm in love and engaged. We've been together almost over a year…and we live together."

"So you've been having this secret life for over a year and never told me? Your sister?!"

Brooke exhaled then admitted, "I didn't want it to get out due to my profession…"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It had everything to do with it." She said as she fiddled with her hands nervously. "You see the guy that I—"

The sound of the key scrapping the lock interrupted what she was saying and both sisters looked as Lucas entered the apartment saying, "Where's my sexy future wife?!"

Rachel's mouth dropped while Brooke looked at her sheepishly.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rachel said looking between her sister and Lucas. "He's the one that you've been—"

"Yes he is…"

Rachel nodded her head in an offended manner then asked, "Wow…and you felt that you couldn't tell me because?"

"It was my idea…" Lucas rushed to say, "I didn't want it getting out because of our contracts and it was easier to maintain the secret as long as it was between us two—"

Rachel glared at the blonde basketball player and said, "No offense Lucas but shove it! Brooke's family!" she turned to her sister then narrowed her eyes, clearly displeased and hurt by the situation. "I would never tell anyone about this and you should've known that."

Brooke sighed and tried to hug her sister, who tried to push her away but she held her anyway. "I know that you're hurt. But look at it this way…you're the first one that knows about us. Not even his family knows."

"It's true. My mom and Nate will be thrilled but my dad is another story."

"I guess I can't be too pissed since I know about that stupid clause in those contracts. But you still should've told me."

Brooke released her with a sad smile, "I know. From now on there will be no secrets between family."

"It's a start. Well since I now know that you have someone who can take care of you I'm going home to my own man." she said as she walked to the door. Rachel paused and said, "And don't worry your secret's safe with me…"

Brooke watched her sister leave and sighed, flopping down gracelessly on the sofa. Lucas looked at her and asked, "What did Rachel mean when she said that you have someone who can take care of you?"

She sighed, "I've been sick all day and Rachel was taking care of me."

He dropped his stuff in the closet and went to her, his expression full of concern. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Honestly I was too busy puking my brains out to actually think to call you." she said full of honesty and sheepishly. "Besides it's over now. I think." she said before having the urge to throw up yet again for the umpteenth time in a row. "Scratch that I have to throw up again! Oh God!"

Brooke brushed past her fiance in a mad dash for the bathroom which she almost made before it happened. Lucas winced as he heard her retching from where he stood. He walked into the bathroom and held her hair back and was rubbing her back as she vomited. She moaned weakly, trembling as he undressed her after running her bathwater.

He helped her into the warm water and bathed her, making sure that there was no longer any trace of vomit on her.

"Do you know what caused this?"

"I have no idea…it could have been that clam soup that I made."

Lucas shook his head, "I would have been sick too because I ate it with you."

"Then I got nothing…"

"Or you could be pregnant…"

Her eyes widened at the suggestion, "I reject that idea right now. There's no way…"

"Are you sure about that? I mean we've been having a lot of sex since we've been together and—"

"No it can't be because I told you that I've been told that I could never have kids because of a car accident I was in when I was sixteen." she says resolutely, even though tears of pain and loss started to well in her eyes.

Lucas felt like an ass for making her cry, remembering the conversation. She had told him that it was the real reason that she got into her field because it had happened to her. The doctors had told her that she would never walk again let alone have children due to the surgery she had to have but thanks to her physiotherapy she was able to prove those doctors wrong. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to—"

She shifted in the tub and sniffles, "It's okay—"

"No it's not." He murmured as he kissed her wet hair. "But I want to remind you of something."

"What is it?"

He cupped her face in his large hands and looked into her eyes and said with sincerity that vibrated through his veins, needing her to understand his heartfelt words, "I want to remind you that without that surgery I would not have you. And though I am sorry that we can't have kids the natural way, I would much rather have you as you are than not have you at all."

Brooke began crying harder as she nodded, loving him all the more.

Lucas helped her out of the bathtub and dried her off. After brushing her teeth Brooke pulled the nightgown over her head and walked with him to their bed. Lucas kissed her thoroughly, holding her close to him, needing her to feel how much she meant to him.

"I want you to go to a doctor first thing. Okay? Make sure everything is okay."

Brooke nodded then gave him a kiss before getting into bed, completely exhausted. Lucas watched her knockout, unsure of when he ever seen her so tired. He turned on the TV and started watching a horror movie about a zombie apocalypse. It wasn't long after that he felt hungry.

Realizing that he went without dinner Lucas carefully got out of bed and cooked him up a quick meal. Not even a few minutes later he heard Brooke running steps to the bathroom.

He prayed that everything was alright.

-x-

After all night of vomiting Brooke had called Rachel, deciding to involve her more into her life now that she knew about her relationship with Lucas. "Sis I need you to drive me to my doctor's office to see what's going on. I don't trust myself driving."

"Of course I will take you."

After an hour and thirty minute drive Brooke exhaled, feeling amazingly nervous. She hoped that nothing was really wrong with her and dreaded finding out that would be the case.

After signing in as a walk-in Brooke sat down beside Rachel and started fidgeting. Rachel took her hand in hers and said reassuringly, "You're going to be fine Brookie. There's nothing for you to worry about."

Brooke nodded eagerly, "Okay…I'm choosing to believe that."

"Good."

It felt like forever but they finally called her into the back. They took her weight, height and blood pressure and asked her what the problem was. Brooke told the nurse her symptoms and was assigned to a room. Dr. Williams gave her a cup to urine in (which she had in the private bathroom) as well as taking a blood sample saying they wanted to run some tests, leaving them to wait even longer, pretty much hiking up her anxiety.

They were waiting there for nine long hours when her doctor came back with a clipboard.

Dr. Williams looked at Brooke and said, "Well Brooke I believe that congratulations are in order. You're six weeks pregnant."

"She's what?!" Rachel asked, her mouth dropping open in complete shock.

"There's some kind of mistake…I'm not pregnant—I-I can't conceive due to the surgery—"

"Well you're a part of the one percentage that are still able to because you are one hundred percent pregnant young lady."

Brooke started crying tears of joy, relief and slight panic. "Oh God! I'm pregnant!"

"I guess I have to start calling your baby daddy Sure-Shot Scott." Rachel teased, thrilled that she was going to be an aunt.

"I will prescribe some prenatal vitamins, and give you some pamphlets about the way your body is changing and options that you can take—"

Brooke shook her head, "I'm definitely keeping my child."

"Okay then I will refer you to an OB-GYN for your specific needs. I wish you luck on your pregnancy and again congratulations."

-x-

"So how are you going to tell him?" Rachel asked on the drive back to her place.

Brooke bit her lip, "I don't know. I want to do something that's cute." she then groaned, her head leaning on the car window, "Oh my God…"

"What?"

Brooke shook her head, remembering how badly she reacted. "I totally freaked out on him yesterday for saying that I might be pregnant and it turns out he was completely right."

"You didn't know. You were under the assumption that you couldn't ever have kids. So that's completely understandable."

"I guess…"

Rachel exhaled as she made a right to enter Brooke's apartment complex. "He's not going to blame you for it Brooke."

"Let's go to a Walgreens or CVS and get a pregnancy test—"

"But you already know that you are—"

She rolled her eyes then explained, "It's for Lucas…my way of telling him the good news."

"Ohhhh!" Rachel then grinned, "Be sure to record it!"

Brooke laughed giddily, "You can count on it Rach."

-x-

Lucas entered the apartment and went straight into the back to check on Brooke. He opened the bedroom door and saw that she was engrossed in some show on TLC.

"What are you watching?"

"I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." she answered nonchalantly.

Lucas was concerned, especially when he knew that this was a touchy subject. "Are you sure that you should be watching this?"

Brooke waves it off. "It's fine. I'm fine. This is a really good documentary."

"Okay…so what did the doctor say?"

"Shh! I'll tell you after this episode is over." she said, her eyes glued on the drama on the screen. "Oh and can you go get me a can of Sprite on the countertop? My stomach feels a bit upset again."

He nodded slowly, "Sure. I'll be right back with it."

Lucas went directly into the kitchen and spotted the pack of soda she hadn't got a chance to put away. He was about to grab one when he saw a pregnancy test resting on top of it and yelled at the results.

"Brooke!" he yelled, carrying the test with him as he practically sprinted to their bedroom. "Is this true?!"

"I—" she began but he interrupted her.

"Is this true?! Are you really pregnant?!" he asked, his heart pounding hard and fast against his ribs.

Brooke nodded an ecstatic smile on her face, "Yes we're really having a baby!"

He gasped then looked at her with confusion, "Oh my God! Are you serious?! No like really, really serious?!"

She laughed a little then said, "Yes I'm seriously pregnant. I'm six weeks."

Lucas felt woozy as he raked a hand through his hair, "Wow…oh man. I'm really gonna be a father?"

"Yes in about eight months from now we're going to be parents." she said with a smile that was slowly waning. "Oh God! You're not happy—"

Lucas let out the most genuine laugh as he rushed to kiss her lips, "Are you kidding me?! This is the best news that I ever got besides you agreeing to marry me! This even tops me getting drafted into the NBA!" he said giving her tiny little kisses, "My beautiful baby is having my baby! I'm fucking over the moon right now!"

Brooke began crying, truly happy with his reaction. Lucas wiped her tears away from her eyes, "I love you! God's blessed me so much since you've come into my life Brooke Davis."

Lucas ended up lying on his back with her draped over him, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing her spine as they both relaxed in complete silence. "I love to lie down in your arms and listen to your heart beats. It makes me feel that there is someone in this world, whose heart beats only for me." she murmured, thankful that she didn't have to throw up again and ruin this perfect moment.

"My heart does only beat for you. You and our little nugget in there." he said as he kissed the top of her head. "I'm just so stoked to be a father man. I still can't wrap my mind around it."

Brooke sat up a little then smiled brilliantly and said, "You? I was told by specialists that I would never be able to have kids. And here I am pregnant with our first child. It's a bonafide miracle."

"Well you assisted a lot of people with their own miracles including yours truly. I guess God thought it was time for you to have your own."

Brooke smiled and drifted off, exhaustion taking root once more. Lucas looked up at the ceiling and grinned, feeling overjoyed, overwhelmed and slightly afraid. Afraid because he did not want to lose this complete happiness.

He held her possessively, vowing to always keep his family safe. No matter at what cost.