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Lucas

Brooke held me close to her body and her scent was driving me crazy. She smelled of flowers mixed with fabric sheets. It reminded me of when we were together, and how happy I was to be in her arms. My arms wrapped tight around her waist as my head sat on her shoulder. Her body rocked me back and forth as she tried to calm me.

"Lucas, what's wrong." Her voice was soft and comforting.

"I just need you, Brooke." I choked out. "I never wanted to be with Peyton, I was only with her because you left me." I pulled away to look her in the face. "I love you, Brooke."

Brooke eyes filled with tears. She tugged on my shirt, forcing me back against her body. My arms once again wrapped around her waist. This time she was crying into my shoulder. I rubbed my hand rhythmically up and down her back, as I kissed the side of her face.

"I'm sorry, Lucas." She cried, pulling away from me. Her tiny hands wiped tears from her cheeks.

"No, don't be sorry, baby," I grabbed her hand, then wiped the tears for her. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I was a fool. You were right, I never did open up to you." I reached my hand around her head, and pulled her into my chest. "I'm sorry I did that. I just wanted to make you happy all the time, and I didn't want to burden you with my problems."

Brooke pulled back from my embrace. There was a devilish grin on her face, one that I recognized. I was glad to see she was happier, but found it weird she would switch emotions so fast. Although, I had been dealing with my mother's pregnancy hormones lately, so I knew what was going on.

"Why do you have that look?" I asked.

"I love you, Lucas Scott." She leaned forward, quickly pecking my lips.

"I love you too, Brooke Davis." My hand cupped the side of her face, which she leaned into. "I want to be with you, Brooke. Like, really be with you." It dawned on me as I was speaking that I hadn't truly broken up with Peyton. However that didn't matter to me. All that mattered was being with Brooke.

As if reading my mind she asked, "What about Peyton?"

"I don't want to be with her." I looked towards the floor. "I haven't broken up with her yet, but tonight we had this horrible fight, and things were pretty much over when I left."

Brooke looked down as she thought about what I had just told her. "But you are going to break up with her?" I nodded my head. "So, you want to be my boyfriend?" Her face lit up.

"Actually," I looked away from her and started playing with lose strings on her bed spread. Her face had turned solemn when I looked back up to her. "I was thinking more along the lines of….fiancé….maybe, wife?" Brooke's face drained of all color.

"What?!" She shrieked, jumping from the bed. "Are you serious, Lucas Scott?!"

"Yeah," I nodded my head as Brooke paced around the room. "You're it for me, Brooke Davis. There is no one else I could ever want to be with. We're starting a family, and I want to be OUR child into this world the right way." Her pacing stopped as she stared at me.

"So, you only want to marry me because I'm carrying your child?" She plopped back onto the bed.

"No, no," I took Brooke's hand in my own. "I want to marry you because I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because our child deserves to come into this world with his parents married." I brought her hands up to my face and placed a kiss on both of them.

"Okay," She choked out, tears falling from her eyes. "Let's do it, Luke."

"Really?" I asked. She nodded her head and wrapped her arms around my neck.

As Brooke went to pull back from our embrace, I pressed my lips hard against hers. It only took a moment for Brooke to respond to my forceful kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, allowing my tongue entrance. My tongue slid past her lips, and danced around in her mouth. It had been a long time since I had been in a kiss like this with Brooke Davis, and it was sending shivers throughout my body. Finally, I was with the girl I love and nothing was ever going to change that.

Everybody was excited about mine and Brooke's news of marriage. Everyone except for Peyton. She didn't take my breakup great, but took it better than expected. She fought hard for me to change my mind, but I knew she would never manage to do so. I tried to convince her that becoming friends with her ex-best friend would do her good, but she refused to see it that way. In the end, she called me and Brooke a ton of horrible names then kicked me out of her house.

Brooke and I got married two weeks after getting engaged. It was a simple ceremony, just the way we wanted it. The only people there were a few close friends and of course family. My mom and Keith were married the same day, at the same time. It was nice having my whole family together finally.

The months passed and finally Brooke was nine months pregnant. It was three days past her due to, and needless to say she was ready to go.

"Brooke, I know you're miserable, but you just have to hang in there." I tried to reassure her as I rubbed her feet for the millionth time that day.

"Your mom had the baby last week, why couldn't I of had the baby then?" Her voice was doing that high-pitched thing it always did when she was whining. Just as Brooke was about to start whining again, her mouth turned in the shape of an 'O' and her eyes grew wide. She looked down at her pants, where I followed her gaze. "My water broke."

"I noticed." My eyes were glued to the wet spot on Brooke's pants.

"Lucas!" She screamed, breaking me out of my daze. "I need to get to the ER and NOW!"

I ran threw the house grabbing stuff I thought we needed as Brooke tried to make her way to our car. She was having a difficult time, so I helped her along. It was a short drive to the hospital where once we got there we were checked in immediately.

The nurse came in and checked Brooke, but felt the baby's head instead. She instructed the accompanying nurse to get the doctor, and prepped Brooke for the arrival of our child. The doctor came in, and put his protective gear on. He instructed Brooke on how to push, and she did as told.

She yelled obscenities the whole time and was squeezing my hand so tight I was sure it was going to fall off. After an hour of pushing, there was a sweet cry of a baby.

"It's a boy." The doctor announced, placing the baby on Brooke's tummy.

An overwhelming feeling of joy swept through me as I looked at the little human being lying there. Tears flooded my eyes and fell down my cheeks as I was unable to control my emotions. After a few moments of the baby on her tummy, they took him away to clean him up. I leaned my head down into Brooke's shoulder, and cried harder than I had in my entire life.

"Brooke," I looked up at her through teary eyes. "I love you so much." I kissed her forehead gently.

The nurse encouraged me to help with the bath, and I was glad I did. After getting the baby cleaned and clothed, they handed him back to Brooke.

"Brooke, he's amazing." I rubbed the hair back on her forehead.

"What about a name?" She asked. "What do you want to call him?"

"Um," I tried to think.

"How about, Lucas James Scott?" She asked. "After you and after Haley."

"I love it." I kissed the side of her face.

Life was perfect.


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