AN: I just went to say thanks for all the reviews! I can't believe there's already over 200 reviews with only 11 chapters. You guys rock and even though nothing exactly happens in this, hopefully the ending will excite you!

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"I'm sorry, what?"

Brooke tried flashing her infamous dimples at her husband, but when that backfired, she was all out of ideas. "Luke, come on! It'll be fun!"

"I can't come to show and tell," Lucas laughed, kissing the crown of Brooke's head when she collapsed in his lap dramatically. "I'd rather spend my time off sitting on my ass and watching ESPN all day. Sorry."

"Fine," Brooke pouted, watching his fingers brush across the skin her pajama top didn't cover. She knew exactly what he was doing and swatted his hand away when it tried snaking up the shirt. "No, no, no. No show and tell, no sex."

Lucas groaned when she got off him in a huff, trying to pull her back when her arms swung past him. "Brooke, I said I was sorry!"

"Well, you should have thought of that earlier, huh?" she stuck her tongue out, climbing off his lap and purposely blocking the TV.

"Excuse me."

"Oh, are you watching this?" Brooke asked innocently, turning it off just as the Lakers game was coming to an end. "Whoops!"

"Brooke!" Lucas yelled in surprise, turning the TV back on just in time to see the final score of the game, making sure to grunt to let Brooke know he was upset. "You're lucky! I could have missed a game winning shot or something!"

Brooke rolled her eyes and leant against the arm of the couch. "Blah, blah, blah. Why can't you just do something I WANT for once? Please! It will be like ten minutes tops and then you can come home and play with yourself because I swear, if you don't come tomorrow, that's all you'll be doing for the rest of the month."

"I always do what you want," Lucas leaned back in the couch, smirking when Brooke scoffed in disbelief. "We went to New York City in 2000 because of you, went to frigging Rent in 2004 because you had a crush on that gay guy, I even went to see Beyonce! Do you know how much I got made fun of?"

"It was your idea!"

Lucas turned away in embarrassment, knowing he had lost that one. "Brooke, why can't you ask your other husband to go? I'm sure he'd love that."

"He's too good for that type of stuff," Brooke giggled, trying to push Lucas' hands out of the way when he tried seizing her by the waist. "You know, between all the hot sex we're having, he just doesn't have anytime."

"I see," he grinned evilly as his fingers began attacking Brooke's stomach, holding on tighter when she tried elbowing him. He threw her over his shoulder and gave her butt a gentle slap when they reached the back deck. "Why don't you go take a nice swim in the pool you insisted on having?"

"Lucas, don't you dare!" Brooke warned, her feet kicking Lucas' stomach as hard as she could. She even tried smacking his back but he continued to laugh as if he couldn't feel any pain. "It's the middle of October! That water is absolutely freezing! I swear to god if you throw me in that pool-"

Splash!

"You'll what?" Lucas asked, avoiding the splash of water Brooke sent his way. Her tank top was now completely see through and was glad she opted not to wear a bra underneath it tonight. "Sorry, babe; maybe your other husband can come rescue you."

"It was a joke!" Brooke whined, swimming over to the edge and holding out her hand for Lucas to help her out. "A little help would be nice?"

"Why?" Lucas said, splashing some water in her face. "So you can pull me in?"

Brooke hit the water angrily and grabbed the front of his shirt, holding onto the ladder when he came in head first. "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"This is a 90 dollar shirt!" Lucas exclaimed, quickly undoing the buttons and tossing it on the diving board. "These were 110 dollar pants!" he grinned, tossing the pants up where the shirt was. "And these boxers, well these boxers just suck."

"I'm sensing a pattern here," Brooke finally picked up on it, making a face when his wet boxers landed on her head. "Hey! I bought you these boxers and you said they were the best ones you've ever got."

"Brooke," Lucas laughed, running his hands through her tangled hair. "They have Mickey Mouse on them. I wore those when I was like eight."

"They're cute," Brooke protested, running the material through her fingers before she tossed them behind her. She let out a tiny squeal when Lucas grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her over to him. "I'm not having sex in the pool, Lucas. We could get some sort of gross infection, and no! I don't want a UTI, not now, not ever. Not to mention, it's like zero degrees in here!"

"Are you done with the PSA?" Lucas asked, pulling her soaking wet pajama bottoms down her legs and tossing them aside. He gently sucked on her quivering bottom lip and wrapped an arm around her waist. "We're not going to get an infection and if we do…we'll worry about that later. The moment's slipping away."

"I hate you," Brooke scowled, her underwear floating in between the two seconds later. Lucas pulled her forward and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips trailing down his neck. "How do you expect me to get any arousal out of this if you keep moving me around like a lifeless doll!"

"Well stop squirming then," Lucas instructed, gliding over to the wall where one of the filters were located. "At least you're already wet."

Brooke shut her eyes and stopped herself from laughing, staring straight into his eyes when he simply chuckled at his own joke. "And the winner of the worst pun ever, Lucas Scott. Congrats, Broody."

"This is harder than I thought it was going to be."

"Need some help?" Brooke raised a suggestive eyebrow, her hand disappearing into the water. Lucas laughed and shook his head, pulling Brooke's hand up from underneath him. "This is never going to work, Luke. Just give it up. Your timing keeps getting longer and longer with your old age. And oh my god," she moaned softly, her back scraping up against the steps in the shallow end when she felt his finger slip inside her.

"That'll teach you to underestimate me," he winked, slowly guiding Brooke up a bit so their lips could meet. Without wasting any time, her tongue dived down his throat while his hand caressed her thigh, pulling back when Brooke practically bit his bottom lip. "I hate when you do that, Brooke. One of these days you're gonna bust it open."

"Don't be such a baby," Brooke rolled her eyes, running her fingers through his wet hair to give it some sort of style. "What if the neighbors hear us?"

"Well make it quick and quiet," Lucas promised, his hips grinding up against hers. She gave in quickly and tilted her head back a bit as he began to kiss down her neck and tugged the sopping wet tank top over her head. "Although we might need to get a muzzle for you, you couldn't keep quiet if your life depended on it."

"Shut up and do me," Brooke silenced him, moaning against his swollen lips when he slid another finger in, using his thumb to lightly tease her sensitive bud. She placed her hands under the water and stroked the bulge pressing ever so lightly against her thighs, smiling when Lucas trembled at the touch. "You're still like a teenage boy."

Lucas laughed, removing his fingers before pinning her against the wall again, sliding himself into her and grinning when she tilted her head back in delight. "Does it still feel like a teenage boy?"

"I've had better," Brooke shrugged with a giggle, cupping his face when he gasped in shock and pulled away. "Alright, that was fun!"

"W-what?" Lucas' mouth dropped, watching Brooke's naked figure climb out of the pool while she mumbled about the cold. "Brooke! We didn't even really do anything!"

"I told you," Brooke began, scooping up her clothes before scampering over to the screen door near the deck. "No show and tell, no sex!"

Lucas smacked the water in frustration and let out a groan, retrieving the items of clothing floating around the pull before pulling the soaking wet boxers back on. He could see Brooke teasing him through the screen door as he advanced forward, begrudgingly thinking about what he was going to wear tomorrow.

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Brooke did her best to try and not trip over the kids as she rushed inside, heading straight for the thermos full of coffee. She had tried talking them out of going outside, but was quickly screamed at mere seconds later. After last night, she was convinced she was getting pneumonia and kept sending Lucas dirty text messages to tease/repay him for the night before.

Show and tell had ended right before recess and Brooke was glad each kid kept it short and sweet instead of going on and on for ten minutes about a damn postcard from Holland that Brooke was sure to have seen in the Barnes and Noble downtown.

"Miss Brooke! Miss Brooke! You have to go for show and tell!"

"What?" Brooke nearly laughed, looking at the little boy tugging at her arm. "Oh, I, you guys don't wanna hear me talk about…nothing."

"You promised!" he insisted, stomping his feet when Brooke tried to pry his tiny fingers off her arm. "You said you were gonna bring in your husband!"

"Maybe she doesn't have one!"

"I have, I have a husband!" Brooke cried out in amusement, looking over at Jenny for some sort of help. "Jenny, tell them about Lucas."

"Who is Lucas?" Jenny smirked, turning her palms up to the ceiling. "You live with cats!"

"No, she has a husband!" Abby spoke up softly, burying her face into the stuffed monkey when Jenny elbowed her and told her to play along. "I was just kidding! She lives with a doggie!"

"I have a doggie!"

"One time my brother got bit by a big dog! It was funny!"

"Okay, okay," Brooke cut in with a tight smile, trying to stop her headache before it even began. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her wedding photo of her and Lucas, bending down to show it to the kids. "Now do you believe me?"

Austin shook his head and grabbed the picture, showing it to his sister. "I think this is your brother!"

"You married your brother?" Maddy giggled, throwing her hands over her mouth. "That's gross! My brother is smelly."

"He's not my brother," Brooke sang, letting the kids tease her for a few more minutes until they passed the picture back up. "You guys believe what you want, but Lucas is my husband and not my brother. I don't even have a brother!"

"So, so how come he didn't come to show and tell?"

"He's busy."

"Doing what?"

Brooke bit her lip. "Stuff."

"What kinds of stuff?"

"Just stuff!" Brooke laughed nervously, wondering when the curious kids were going to quit nagging her about Lucas. Now, she was definitely going to kill him. "He's doing grown up things…like paying the bills and cleaning the house."

"Suuureee."

"Let's move on!"

Brooke breathed a sigh of relief when they seemed to forget the conversation and moved around the room to play with the toys. She plopped down in the chair and drummed her fingers on the desk, a smile escaping her lips as she listened to their small squeals and giggles. They were so care-free and she envied them for it.

Slowly but surely, the door to the classroom creaked open and Lucas appeared sheepishly, waving his hand when he stepped in. The kids all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the tall man with their mouths wide open.

"I thought you were too good for this?" Brooke kinked an eyebrow, hurrying over to greet her nervous husband. She decided against PDA and simply squeezed his hand as a sign of how thankful she really was.

"Yeah, well," Lucas shrugged, trailing off when he noticed he had the attention of every single kid in the room. "What's with them?"

"They thought I made you up," Brooke giggled, pulling him forward into the center of the room. "See! I told you I had a husband!"

"Oh," the kids all chorused, cowering back when Lucas took a step forward. "You're, you're fake!"

"I'm…what?" Lucas blinked in confusion, rubbing his head when Brooke groaned from beside him, watching her students cross their arms with a pout. "Do you want me to be somebody else rather than her husband?"

"Watch it," Brooke hissed in his ear, stepping in front of him when they nodded their heads in excitement. She swung his arm back and forth and prepared to show him off like a prized poodle. "Say hi, kids."

"Hi, kids."

Brooke rolled her eyes a bit and laughed at their seriousness. "Does anybody have any questions to ask Lucas? He'd love to answer them." Lucas pinched her back and nearly had a heart attack when ten hands shot up at once, begging to be called on. "Alex?"

"How tall are you, sir?"

Lucas cleared his throat, wondering how he convinced himself to come to Brooke's school. "Uh, just about six feet."

"Do you know Santa Clause?"

"No…"

"The Easter Bunny?"

"I don't," Lucas shook his head, glaring down at Brooke when she was trying to stifle her giggle with a cough. "Well, this has been fun!"

Jenny raised her hand impatiently and smiled when Brooke called on her, pulling Lucas back when he went for the door. "Uncle Lucas! Tell them about Frank! And, and your job!"

"Well, Frank is our dog," Lucas stated in an obvious tone, swaying back and forth as he eyed Abby carefully. He was trying to find the right words to describe his job without hurting Abby. "And, for my job, I work with kids too."

"What do you do with kids?" Ally asked innocently, bouncing the doll she had in her hands up and down excitedly. "Are you a teacher too?"

"Jenny, don't," Brooke warned when she watched Jenny's mouth open, a scowl forming on her face after the stern warning Brooke gave her. She patted Lucas' arm and tried to move the conversation forward. "Okay, anymore questions before he goes home?"

Abby slowly raised her hand, standing up to her feet when Brooke reluctantly called on her. "Mr. Lucas, he helps kids whose mommy's don't…don't love them."

"How do you know?" Austin snorted in disbelief. Brooke sighed, knowing that he liked to bully her for no reason. "Does your mommy not love you?"

Brooke's heart broke in two when the class laughed, with the exception of Jenny and a few other girls. She watched Abby's face crumble and swallowed past the lump in her throat when she stood in the middle of the room shaking.

"That's enough," she snapped, startling them with her angry tone. She stepped over the kids and grabbed Abby's hand, ignoring Lucas when he came up from behind her. "Just stay here and watch them."

"Brooke-"

"Please?" Brooke's voice cracked, squeezing Abby's hand in reassurance when she noticed all the kids were looking at her. "Come on, sweetie," she whispered, leading the small girl out of the classroom and shutting the door behind her. "Are you okay?"

"I dunno," Abby shook her head, sucking on her thumb before burying her face into Brooke's stomach. She sighed when she felt Brooke's fingers run through her long hair, pulling away when Brooke slumped down against the wall sadly. "Mommy's gone…"

"I know," Brooke gave her a small smile, settling her in her lap when she sat down and held her monkey tight. "How does it feel to live with your nana?"

"Good," Abby answered quickly with her own smile, poking Brooke's dimples with a giggle when she noticed them. "I feel much better living with nana, Miss Brooke! She made me pancakes!"

"Really?" Brooke said in interest, a feeling of happiness washing over her at just how excited Abby was about the littlest things. "What kind?"

"Chocolate chip!"

"Aw, that's my favorite."

"Mine too," Abby whispered, shying away when Brooke ruffled her hair. "I think you're lucky to have Mr. Lucas as your husband."

"Yeah," Brooke sighed wistfully. "I am."

"Is it okay not to like Austin?"

Brooke shrugged, not wanting to lie to her. "I think it's okay for now. Maybe his mommy will have a talk with him later when he goes home."

"At least he has a mommy."

"Hey, hey," Brooke gulped, pulling Abby closer when she noticed the tears glimmering in her pretty eyes. "Remember what I said before? You'll get a nice mommy someday. You have your nana for now."

After a pause, Brooke dropped her voice to a whisper, fearing it would upset her more than Abby. "And you have me and Lucas."

"I do?"

"Of course."

Letting the words sink in, Brooke took a deep breath and suddenly knew how Lucas was feeling. She had a fear if she did take Abby in, the little girl would be unresponsive and automatically think she was going to act like her terrible mother. But, in the moment, she felt like Abby had trusted her, and if that was the case, she was doing a horrible job of letting her down.

"I know what it's like to have a mother who doesn't love you," Brooke confessed shakily, leaning her head up against the wall to rid herself of the tears forming in her eyes. "By the time I was your age, she was already arguing with my father about which boarding school I should go to."

"How can anyone not love you?" Abby asked innocently, her blue eyes widening at the thought of anyone disliking her teacher. To her, Brooke was the nicest person in the world. "I bet your mommy loves you now."

"I doubt that," Brooke ruffled Abby's hair. "I haven't talked to her in about two years or so. I don't even know where she lives."

"What about your daddy?"

"He just acts like nothing happens," she told her, a faint smile on her lips when she remembered the times her father used to take her out for ice cream when her mother made her upset. "But don't you worry about me, okay? I have Lucas and Haley, that's all I need."

Abby nodded and shifted the stuffed monkey to her other arm, using her free one to wrap it around Brooke's neck. "Miss Brooke? I think I'm ready to go back inside and play."

"Alright," Brooke said, standing up with Abby in her arms. "If you ever need someone besides your nana, you tell her to call me, okay? Lucas and I want to help you."

"Thank you," Abby smiled graciously, squeezing Brooke's neck tight when she stopped at the door. "We, we can play house and I can be the mommy and I'll love you…so, so that way you'll have a mommy who loves you…"

Brooke nearly broke down in a fit of tears after hearing Abby's sentence. She was at a loss for words, peering through the glass on the door to gaze at her husband. Lucas was surrounded by a bunch of kids, some of them climbing on top of him and others at his feet, begging for him to read the story he had in his hand. An unfamiliar sensation formed in the pit of her stomach, and when she looked down at Abby, who had her head resting on her shoulder and sucking her thumb, she felt a tug at her heart strings.

Lucas looked so natural interacting with the children, never once overwhelmed with their excessive jumpiness.

"Are we going in?" Abby broke her thoughts softly, giggling lightly when Brooke shook her head to come back to reality.

"Yep," Brooke nodded, resting her hand on the brass doorknob. She took a deep breath, settling Abby down her feet once they crossed the threshold. Abby immediately ran over to Jenny and the other kids, jumping on Lucas when he wasn't paying attention.

After a few minutes, she felt Lucas' arms encircle her waist, placing a soft kiss on her temple. "You've done a great job with them, Brookie. I had to admit, I thought they'd be rambunctious and all over the place."

"Hey," Brooke punched his shoulder lightly, sticking her tongue out when he shook her from side to side. "I think Abby's feeling better."

"I felt terrible," Lucas sighed, watching the little girl contently. He studied Brooke's face carefully, trying to figure out what was going on in her head. "Are you thinking, what I think you're thinking?"

"I don't know," Brooke responded, almost robotically. "I've, I've never had this feeling before and I can't even begin to explain it. I feel like…"

"You want her?"

When they both caught Abby's gaze, she waved to them frantically before turning her attention back to Jenny with a giggle.

She wasn't sure if she was just caught in the moment, but Brooke quickly found herself whispering, "I want her."