A/N-Sorry it took so long…I got kind of stuck, so I took an extra week to get my thoughts together and I think this chapter is going to be okay…hope you like it or love it whichever.
Chapter Eleven: Random Memories
Brooke goes into her closet and opens a box she got out of storage when she arrived in Tree Hill. Brooke pulls out a piece of card board and smiles sadly at what was written and the crossed out words, and rewritten words. It was a memory that could never be forgotten.
"Brooke, we have to write these things down," Haley says with a smile.
"Tutor-girl, you are supposed to have paper," Brooke says with a smirk.
"But I'm comfy, I don't want to get up," Haley says as she sits up in her and Brooke's bed.
Brooke looks around the room and then back at Haley.
"Well what can we write it on?"
Haley looks down at the graham cracker box. Haley smiles and takes the bag out and proceeds to tear the box apart. Brooke smirks and grabs her permanent marker from the floor.
"So, we need flowers and such," Haley says once they get settled back in bed with Haley leaning against Brooke after taking the pen away from her.
"Well I'm not sure about flowers, but I know that the "for sure" guests that will attend our wedding will be Lucas, Peyton, and Nathan."
Haley nods her head and writes the names down under the guest column.
Brooke kisses the side of Haley's neck and smiles when she hears her moan.
"We aren't crazy are we?" Brooke asks.
Haley shakes her head.
"No way, we are getting married and we will start our family and live happily ever after."
Brooke smiles when Haley finishes writing Baley Wedding at the top of the cardboard.
Brooke wipes her tears and places the cardboard next to the velvet box containing two rings.
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Sam and Jenna settle down on Sam's bed.
"So, explain to me this, you spent most of your life in New York, why move here?"
"My parents are in the middle of a divorce. So, I get to stay with Brooke while Rachel stays in New York."
Jenna nods her head and smiles.
"Is it hard for you?"
"At time it is. Rachel adopted me because I am Brooke's biological child, but I still feel like I have 2 parents. My uncle is just my uncle not my biological father."
"It's complicated, your life, isn't it?"
Sam laughs and nods her head.
"Sometimes it is."
Jenna grabs a photo from Sam's desk and looks at it.
"Tell me about this day."
Sam smiles and grabs the photo.
"That was a day where we just spent it on the beach in LA. We were on vacation and it was nice. It was my parents and Uncle Nathan and me."
"Samantha, honey, don't go out too far!" Rachel yells from her spot on the blanket next to her wife.
"Aren't you being a little over protective Rachel?" Nathan asks.
Rachel glares and shakes her head.
"No I am not."
Sam comes walking up to the adults and puts her hands on her hips.
"I am Twelve years old, I know how to swim."
Nathan and Brooke laugh and Rachel rolls her eyes.
"Come sit down next to me Sammy," Rachel says as she pats the space next to her.
Sam sighs and sits down next to her mom.
"Are you happy you came with us Nate?" Brooke asks.
Nathan smiles and nods his head.
"It's great to get away from the game for a little bit and spend it with my family."
Sam grabs a camera from her bag and hands it to her Uncle Nathan.
"Natey, can you take a picture of us please?" Sam says sweetly.
Nathan chuckles and grabs the camera.
"Alright, get close together, 1, 2, and 3."
Sam leans over Jenna and puts the picture back and scouts back to her spot.
"I loved that day. I knew they were still kind of fighting, but we were all happy about that day. It was fun."
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"It needs more work, David."
"Rachel, I can't just re-write my parts in the book."
Rachel leans back in the chair.
"I understand that David, but the experience of taking care of a baby should mean more than what you wrote."
"Do you have children Rachel?"
Rachel glances at the photo on her desk of her daughter and she looks back at David.
"I have a daughter. She's fourteen years old now."
"If you know what it's like to take care of a baby then why do I have to rewrite it?"
Rachel never gets a chance to answer because she is still wrapped in her memory.
Sounds of a baby crying fill the room and Rachel groans.
"Make her stop Brooke."
Brooke turns over in bed and looks at Rachel.
"It's your turn. I love our daughter Rachel, but she just cries too much."
Rachel sighs and sits up in bed. She kisses Brooke's forehead.
"Go back to sleep."
"M'kay," Brooke mumbles.
Rachel walks out of her room and into the nursery.
"What are you crying about baby girl, huh?"
Rachel picks Sam out of the crib and goes back to the rocking chair.
Soon Sam's cries quiet down and Rachel smiles.
"You just wanted attention, don't you? Yes you do."
Rachel looks at David and smiles.
"They just want attention and you don't have anything like that in your writing."
David sighs and nods his head.
"You're right, it does need work."
Rachel smiles and looks back at the picture of her daughter.