"Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part, kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart"

"So this is what it feels like to walk down the halls with Mr. Popular Lucas Scott?"

"I wasn't popular."

"No? You played varsity basketball, that meant instant popularity in my school."

"Ya, but I was quite."

"Really?" I asked as we turned the corner to the gym.

"Mhm, ask the guys…I was very broody." Lucas stuck his tongue out at me.

"Now that I can believe." I leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Well well well look who it is." Luke's grip on my hand tightened. "This scene looks somewhat familiar." My eyes darted back and forth between Lucas and this brunette stranger in front of me. "So I see you've been busy."

"Why yes, I have met the love of my life. Brooke this is Lindsay; Lindsay, this is my wife Brooke."

"Its nice to met you." I stuck my hand out to greet her.

"Likewise. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"Your first pregnancy?" I glanced over at my husband and he was squirming in his skin; something wasn't right but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Yes, our first child." Despite the awkwardness and tension in the room, as soon as that left my mouth, I couldn't help but smile and think about the miracle we have created.

"Well technically it's Lucas's second." Wait…what! He told her about the miscarriage while we were broken up?

"Lindsay!" Lucas finally snapped.

"What? She doesn't know?"

"We'll see you at the company dinner dance next month." Lucas grabbed my hand and pulled me to what I assume was the gym. To say I was confused was an understatement.

"Pretty Girl, please don't be mad." This can't be good; they must have hooked up while we were on a break all those years ago.

"Mad at what?"

"You weren't my first"

"I know that."

"Not what I was about to say. First fiancé and girl I got pregnant."

"What?!" It took every ounce of my being not to slap him right there.

"Despite being the quite jock, I was dating the head cheerleader junior and senior year. At the end of senior year, Lindsay came to me and told me she was pregnant. Now I knew she was faithful and that it was mine, so I did the right thing and proposed. Her father got me a job that I would start right after graduation before I got deployed." The picnic comment all made sense now. "Graduation night she went to a party without me, against my better wishes, and her car was wrapped around a telephone pole by the end of the night; the baby was gone."

It was so hard not to be mad at him for keeping this from me. I'm his wife, the love of his life, but I'm second? Everyone knew about this but me. Him…his parents…Skills…Mouth…the rest of the guys. I told him every scary and heartbreaking detail about my past and he never opened up to me about any of this.

"B…talk to me."

"I can't right now. Go play the game." I stormed off and found a seat on the bleachers, willing the tears to go away.

The charity basketball game started and I had to put on a brave face. My mind wasn't even paying attention to the game or how good Luke was doing. I was made to look like a fool. My mind finally registered it was mid-way through the third quarter, only cause the baby forcefully kicked my bladder and now I have to pee. On the way back from the ladies room, I wanted to stretch my legs, so I stood in the corner where I could still see the entire court. The whole game was for charity, so the score really didn't matter. The guys looked like they were having fun, except for Luke. Lucas was on the bench at the moment, but came running up to me in a complete panic and out of breath; I thought something was wrong with his heart and all the anger I had in me temporarily went away.

"Luke, what's the matter?" Fear was written all over my face and his.

"I thought something happened, I didn't see you in the bleachers."

"Your son was sitting on my bladder so I thought maybe if I stand for a while, he'll change positions.

"So you're okay?" His breathing finally slowed down.

"Okay?" The anger was back and evident in my voice.

"I'm sorry I never told you that before." He placed his hands above my head against the wall. "I was scared to bring it up when we first started dating and then I knew that I loved you and wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, so I never saw the need to tell you."

"But why? You know everything about my past before you. You know how much Julian broke apart my heart. But now it feels like I know nothing about you."

"Pretty Girl, you know everything." His hands cupped my face. "I love you. The love I have for you is not even close to what her and I had. You have my whole heart. You are the one I want to spend my life with, day in and day out; it will always be you. When we found out about the baby, I couldn't be happier I got to experience this with you. It was never like that with Lindsay." His thumb wiped away some tears; he placed his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry, I love you so much."

"SCOTT." The coach called him back over to the bench to be put into the game.

"In a second." Luke looked back at me and I look right into his eyes. They were filled with remorse and regret. I couldn't stay mad at him for that long after that speech and the pleading for forgiveness written all over his face.

"Go, it's okay." He looked at me questioningly. "I love you. I'm fine, we are all fine. Have fun playing and I'll be right here when the game is over." I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before he went on his way.

"Hey you." He pulled me in for a quick kiss. I was still upset about before. Lucas leaned up against the wall while guzzling down some water. "Look at me." He placed his fingers under my chin; forcing me to make eye contact with him. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad. I never meant to hurt you."

"But you did."

"That was the past. I'm sorry I made you seem like a fool, that was never my intention…my intentions were always good."

"Secrets don't keep us together, they'll tear us apart."

"I swear to you and our unborn son, there's no more secrets about my past."

"Fine." He nuzzled his face in my hair.

"I promised the gang we would grab some food after the game; we don't have to go if you don't want to."

"We'll go." I gave his hand a loving squeeze before heading to the car.