Authors Note: OMG! An update!! You all should be so proud!! So this chapter is filled with drama...and a cliff hanger...I promis I will not leave you hanging for too long. I plan on updating soon. I know that it's been forever, but you have to understand that I've been on a Brulian kick lately...anyways, here is the next chapter! enjoy and please don't kill me!

Brooke is lying in bed, Lucas sleeping peacefully beside her. She however, can not sleep, but not for lack of trying. She's afraid to wake Lucas, because then he would be as worried as she is.

She is almost eight months pregnant, and her baby is usually really active, but not tonight. She hasn't felt the baby move in over an hour, and she's having stomach pains.

After another pain hits, she shakes Lucas awake, "Lucas, please wake up!"

He rolls over to his side and groggily replies, "Brooke? What's wrong?"

"It's the baby," she says, as a tear rolls down her cheek.

At the mention of their unborn child, Lucas bolts up in the bed, and directs his full attention to Brooke. "What's going on?"

She shakes her head as more tears fall freely from her eyes, "I don't know. But he hasn't moved in over an hour, and I've been having stomach pains. Something's wrong, Luke."

Lucas quickly tosses the sheet aside, "Ok, baby, don't worry. We'll go to the hospital and have you and our boy checked out."

He moves to get out of bed, but Brooke grabs his hand, he turns to look at his worried fiancé. With tears in her eyes, Brooke manages to squeak out the two words Lucas hates hearing from her, "I'm scared."

Lucas pulls Brooke close to him and kisses her forehead. "I know baby, so am I. Let me throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt and we'll go."

Brooke nods, and watches as Lucas makes quick work of his jeans and slips into a pair of his sandals. He grabs Brooke's bag which they've had packed for a while and brings her a pair of flats and slips them on her feet quickly. He helps her stand, deciding that he doesn't want her walking, he picks her up bridal style and they are out the door.

"Lucas, I can walk you know," Brooke says, gritting her teeth as a searing pain rips through her body. "Never mind, I'm in too much pain. If I hurt you Lucas, I'm sorry. I know that I'm not as light as I once was," Brooke says, trying to joke.

Finally making it to the car, Lucas opens the passenger door, and places Brooke in the seat. "Brooke, listen to me. I am fine. I want you and our son to be fine."

Brook nods, a couple tears falling down her face. She feels Lucas press his lips to her temple, and then he closes her door and runs to the driver's side.

~*~

The ride too the hospital took longer than either would like to admit. Lucas runs in and gets a wheelchair and rushes back out to the car to get Brooke. He helps her get in the chair and drapes her bag across the handles and rushes back into the hospital and up to the desk.

"Excuse me, my name is Lucas Scott, and my fiancé is almost eight months pregnant. She woke me up saying that our baby hasn't been active when he usually is, and that she's having severe stomach pains."

A young looking nurse fills out a small clip board, "Alright Mr. Scott, we will send her up to maternity right away. Let me just notify her OB/GYN that she's here. There will be a bed for her shortly."

"Thank you, Miss."

"Not a problem."

Lucas wheels Brooke over to the waiting area, and sits in a chair. He leans over and grabs her hand in his, and places one over the hand she has resting on their unborn son. "Everything is going to be fine, babe."

Brooke sniffles, "You don't know that. Lucas, I could lose our son. I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to this baby. I've wanted him for so long, and now that we are so close to finally having our own perfect family, this happens. I can't lose him, Luke."

~*~

After what seemed like hours, when really it was only a few short minutes, Lucas and Brooke are taken up to the Maternity ward. Brooke is placed in a room and is immediately hooked up to machines which monitor her heart rate, the baby's heart rate and her blood pressure.

The door opens and Dr. Garcia walks in. "Well, Brooke. I would say it's nice to see you but you are here far too soon for my liking."

Brooke agrees, "I know what you mean. I don't know what's wrong. He hasn't moved in a couple hours, and I've been having very sharp pains in my stomach."

"How far apart are the pains?" Dr. Garcia asks.

"Every 20 minutes," Lucas answers.

Dr. Garcia nods and writes something down on his chart. "Okay, Brooke. I'm going to do an ultrasound, and run some test on you. I'm going to give you medicine through your IV to stop or at the very leas slow down your contractions. I'm also going to see if you are dilating yet, and we'll go from there. Okay?"

Brooke nods, taking in all the information.

"Doctor," Lucas asks, before he is out of the room, "Brooke and Jayden are going to be fine, right?"

Dr. Garcia tries his best to smile, "I'm sorry, Lucas. We'll know more after I run the tests and do the ultrasound."

Defeated, Lucas can only nod, and turn back to Brooke.

Brooke rubs her belly and turns to Lucas, "You need to call your mom and the others. I need your mom here, Luke."

Lucas nods, "Alright, Babe. I'll be right back, ok?"

"Okay."

Lucas leaves the room and pulls out his cell phone. He dials the first number on his speed dial and prays that she answers. Soon enough a groggy hello comes through the device.

"Hey, Ma," Lucas greets lightly.

"Lucas, it's two in the morning. What's wrong?" Karen asks, and he can hear the worry in her voice.

"We're at the hospital, Ma. Something is wrong, with Brooke and the baby. She's asking for you," Lucas explains.

"I'll be right there, honey. Tell Brooke to relax and that I'm on my way."

Lucas nods forgetting that he's on the phone for a moment. "Thank you, Mom."

Lucas decides to wait to call his brother and sister-in-law. Someone needs sleep tonight. He walks back in the room and over to Brooke's bedside.

"She's on her way, Pretty Girl."

"Okay," Brooke whispers. She's trying so hard to stay strong, he knows. But he also knows how worried she is, cause he's is just as worried.

"Everything is going to be okay, Brooke."

She turns her head towards his voice and with tear filled eyes asks one request of her fiancé, "Promise me, Lucas. Promise me that this baby will be perfectly fine, that we'll be able to hold him, and watch him grow up. Promise me that our son will be perfect."

"I promise you, Brooke. Jayden will be fine. I will make sure that he has the best care possible."

~*~

"Okay, Brooke. We're going to do an ultrasound and then send you off for some blood work," Dr. Garcia says, walking into the room.

"Alright, can Lucas and my mother-in-law stay in the room?" Brooke asks, holding both of their hands tight.

Dr. Garcia smiles, "Of course they can. Let me just get this ultrasound machine set up and we'll be ready to go."

A few minutes later, the ultrasound is underway. The doctor moves the wand around Brookes protruding abdomen. Everyone is waiting, all be it impatiently, for something to come up on the screen. Soon there is an image of a baby. The doctor turns the volume up and there is a heart beat, but it's faint.

"Oh my, we don't need the tests, the ultrasound has shown me enough," Dr. Garcia says, switching off the machine.

"Well, what's wrong? His heart beat was very faint, Doc," Lucas asks, trying to not get to worked up.

"The ultrasound showed me that Brooke is suffering from a condition called Placenta Priva, or Placenta Separation. That means that if the placenta separates from the lining of your uterus before delivery, it can affect the flow of oxygen and nutrients to your baby."

Brooke looks up at the doctor with worried eyes, "What does that mean? Is he okay?"

"It means that we have to do an emergency cesarean to get your baby out and treated. He's suffering as I said from lack of oxygen. As soon as I get you on the table, I can have your son out in sixty seconds if I have to. I'm going to bring in an intern to prep you, Brooke, and Lucas you will need a pair of scrubs, cap and face mask," Dr. Garcia explains.

When he leaves the room Brooke turns to Lucas, "I'm scared Luke. It's too early for him to be born."

"Baby, I promise everything will be fine. I'll see to it," Lucas says, looking up at his mother who has tears streaming from her eyes.

"Brooke, you have to stay positive. Everything will be fine. Dr. Garcia is a very good doctor and will do everything he can to make sure that Jayden will be healthy," Karen says, even though she knows how worried Brooke and Lucas must be.

"I'm just so scared. I've wanted him for so long, and it feels like he's slipping through my fingers."

~*~

She's decided that she hates the smell of an operating room. She looks around her and everything is white. White ceiling, white walls, probably a white tiled floor too. She can hear the Doctor talking to his assistants and feels her fiancé's hand grip hers.

"Okay, Brooke, you will feel some pressure and tugging," Dr. Garcia warns the young mother.

Brooke sniffles, "Okay."

She can hear Lucas whisper words of encouragement in her ear, she turns her head to look at him, and she quietly whispers to him, "When he's born, I want you to be with him. Whatever they do and where ever he goes, I want you to be with him, Luke."

"Anything for you, Brooke."

A short time later they hear the Doctor say that it's a boy. But there is no crying.

"Why isn't he crying?" Brooke and Lucas ask at the same time.

"We have to get the fluid out of his lungs," the doctor says, and soon a small whimper is heard, and then silence fills the room.

"Lucas, go. Jayden needs you. Give him a kiss from me," Brooke tells him.

~*~

When Brooke is back in her room, all she can do is stare at her stomach. She's still supposed to have a baby inside of her, but something went wrong and now he's here. She still hasn't seen Jayden yet, and Lucas hasn't returned. Karen has been with her since she got back to her room. Both women are waiting for Lucas to them with any news that he may have.

The door to her room opens and she looks over and Lucas walks in.

"Luke, how is he?" Brooke asks, getting emotional once more.

"He's really tiny Brooke."

To be continued...