Author's Note: Okay, so the past two chapters haven't been all that bad. Especially compared to this one. This is sort of one of those in-between, short, necessary chapters. I don't really like it - at all, but it sort of has to be there. Anyway, the next chapter should be much better and more interesting.

Also, wow! I really want to say thanks for all the reviews last chapter. It was the most I've ever gotten for this story, and I was really happy. I hope you guys keep reviewing like that (if you want, of course. Haha). And uh, yeah. Thanks.

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Chapter Eleven: I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning

Lucas awoke to a bright room and an empty bed. Squinting, he turned to look at the alarm clock, frowning at it's numbers. Was it really only eight? And if it indeed was, where was Brooke?

He sighed, pulling himself up into a sitting position. Apparently, he'd done so too fast, because he soon felt a head rush coming on, and found himself falling back to his previous position.

"Alright, Luke. Be a big boy and try again." He scolded himself.

Lucas stood up, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. Slowly, he walked downstairs - waking up completely along the way.

He was surprised to find Brooke up and functioning properly, pouring herself a cup of coffee, and looking out the window.

"Hey Pretty Girl," He smiled, "Dare I ask why you are awake at eight in the morning?"

She turned towards him, pouting. "I wanted to see if it was still snowing."

"And?"

"Not at all," She rolled her eyes, "There's not even any traces that there was snow. It's just foggy and wet."

Lucas walked to the window, looking outside. She was right. There was no traces of snow, whatsoever. "Look at the bright side. At least you weren't sleeping when it started to snow. At least you were lucky enough to experience it. Think of all the newspaper-less people that probably don't even know it snowed last night."

She bit her lip, taking a sip of her coffee. "I hate how you're always right."

He grinned, leaning down to kiss her. "Good morning, Beautiful."

Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "Morning, Husband."

Sighing, he ran a hand through his frazzled, short locks. "So, I think last night was pretty fun. It was nice of you guys to stay up and wait for me."

Her shoulders seemed to sag the slightest bit. "It didn't really go as we planned."

"How so?" Lucas opened the fridge, pulling out a couple eggs.

"Well," She hesitated, "Nathan and I made dinner for you last night. And we were really excited about you eating it and stuff, but you got home so late that our plan was sort of ruined."

"What? You guys did that for me?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me last night when I got home?"

"Well, it was so late, and we didn't want to upset you, so we thought we'd just let it go, and just enjoy the rest of the night with you."

"I'm so sorry, Brooke. I had no idea-"

She shook her head. "Luke, no. It's totally fine. Our times just got messed up. It's okay."

Lucas nodded. "I'm still sorry, though. That you went through all the trouble.."

"Oh, it was no big deal. Let's just say Nathan and I both went to bed extremely full."

"I can't believe you actually got Nathan to help you make dinner." Lucas chuckled.

Brooke grinned. "Are you kidding? It was his idea."

"Get out."

"I'm serious!"

"Nathan's idea?" Lucas shook his head in disbelief. There was no way.

"Yeah, but don't tell him I told you. It might hurt his ego."

"Oh, okay." He couldn't contain his grin.

Brooke's eyes narrowed to slits. "You're never going to let him live this down, are you?"

"Never ever."

"You're so evil."

"Oh, I know."

Brooke chuckled. Then, after a moment or two, she sighed. "I can't believe it stopped snowing."

"Yeah, me either. I really love seeing it snow here. I don't know why, but the town always seem magical whenever it does. So much happier than it actually is, you know?"

Brooke wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly.

"Yeah," she said, "I do."

Lucas shrugged. "Maybe it'll snow later this month. Or next year."

"Hopefully." Brooke added.

"I'm sorry, Brooke. That I missed it."

She smiled. "It's okay. Nate and I had a really fun time."

Lucas couldn't help it; this disheartened him slightly. His wife was finally acting the closest to normal she'd ever been, and Nathan seemed to be constantly around to experience or interrupt it. Mentally shrugging it off, he pulled Brooke close to him, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"It feels so good to see you smile again."

She kissed his chest. "Yeah… It does."