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Previously on "Remember Tonight for it's the beginning of Always":

"We're home, we're home," Brooke cheered as she spun into the apartment and flung her purse at the side table.

Brooke's eyes nearly bugged out of her head and her cheeks flushed. The picture of the guy on the crime show Lucas had stopped on looked exactly like her ex-husband.

"That's definitely him," Lucas agreed, turning up the television so they could hear what the actual story was about. "I'll never forget that face," He growled as he recalled the night he had walked in on him attacking Brooke.

Looking at who the email was from, she debated on deleting it. Ultimately she decided against it though. She knew Brooke hardly ever got on here…she left most of the businessy stuff to Haley. And this way she could talk to her about and, and if she asked she would still have the email to show her.

Nathan had a basketball game, and usually Haley would be all for going. But around noon she had started feeling a headache coming on. And by the time rolled around for her to actually get ready for the game, there was no way she was moving from the couch. Her whole body was aching—it was as if she had an extreme case of the flu.

Chapter 37: Remember You're Okay

Brooke had slept on the couch all night. Well not so much slept, but tossed and turned continually. She had tried to get up and go to her bed at one point, but just the thought of moving from the safe little ball she was curled into made her sick to her stomach. And she hated that he could have that affect on her.

All it had taken was for her to see Matthew's face on the television screen and she was letting him immobilize her in fear. She hated that, and she was starting to hate herself for allowing it to happen.

She heard a door open and footsteps slowly made their way closer to her.

"Brooke, you awake?" Lucas asked as he leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at the brunette.

Brooke rolled over to look up into Lucas's blue eyes. "Yeah, I'm awake, just not ready to really get up, you know?" She said, her voice more raspy than normal, almost cracking.

"I wish I could do that, but work calls me in," He said, rolling his eyes. "You want me to bring you a water or something?" He asked her.

"That would be perfect," Brooke said with a smile. She forced herself into a sitting position so she could watch Lucas in the kitchen over the back of the couch.

He smiled back at the beauty before walking into the kitchen and retrieving a water bottle from the refrigerator. When he turned around Brooke was still smiling at him and it made him laugh a little bit.

"What are you laughing at?" Brooke asked when she noticed the wide smile and the noises coming from Lucas.

"Nothing," he was quick to answer her. "Just you. You just make me smile. You're so warm and sunny," He told her, sincerity ringing in his voice. "I don't see how anyone could not smile around you."

Brooke's own smile got a little wider, dancing up to her hazel eyes. "Well thank you, Luke. I really needed to hear something nice like that today," she admitted, taking the bottle of water when he reached her.

"Why, pretty girl?" Lucas asked her, sitting on the back of the couch. "You wake up on the wrong side of the couch?" He asked with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Very funny," Brooke said flatly. "And no, it's not really a bad day. I mean, it just started. But I guess I was still thinking about what we saw on the news last night and how I had let it affect me," she told him, not fully explaining herself.

"What?" Lucas asked, somewhat confused and shocked at the same time. "Are you talking about that story about Matthew?" He continued to question as he tried to collect all the information.

"Yeah," Brooke reluctantly admitted to him. "I just hate that I let him get to me, you know?" She asked. "Like I am free from him and I haven't seen him for so long, but I guess it goes to show that I'm really not free of him. And it scares me, because maybe I never will be," she admitted, looking up at Lucas, her eyes clouded over with sadness.

"Brooke, listen to me," Lucas began talking to her. "You are free from him. He will never hurt you again. I can promise you that," he said, grabbing her hands and kissing them.

Brooke nodded at his words. She knew Lucas meant well and would do everything he could to keep her safe, but he wasn't with her constantly. What if something happened while he was at work and she was in the house by herself? He could promise her Matthew was out of their lives.

"Now, I'm going to fix you some breakfast," Lucas told her, getting up from where he had been sitting. "How about you take a shower? It will make you feel better," he suggested to his girlfriend.

"Alright," Brooke agreed to his request and flung off the blanket that had been covering her. And she made her way to her bathroom while Lucas headed to the kitchen, all the while hoping he was right about the shower.

Nathan and Haley both woke up at around 10am. It had been nice to get to sleep in, especially with each other. After all, it wasn't very often that Nathan didn't have an early morning workout he had to get up and attend.

"Morning Baby," Haley cooed when Nathan leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Good morning to you too," he mumbled with his lips still pressed against her warm skin. "Hope I didn't wake you up."

"Nope," Haley answered as she shook her head from side to side. And she rolled to her left, snuggling into Nathan's chest.

He wrapped his strong arms around her slight frame and held her closely to him. "So, what are you going to make me for breakfast, wifey?" He asked her with a smile in his voice.

Haley looked up and raised her eyebrows at him. "I think I could ask you the same question," she told him flatly.

"Yeah, but I asked first," Nathan continued the banter. He was not giving up on this one, not when he was craving French toast the way only Haley could make it.

"That doesn't mean I have to answer it," she told him, pushing her face into his navy t-shirt.

"Well if you don't want to answer," he began. "How about I just tell you what to make," he suggested to her.

"Right," she said sarcastically. "Because I totally have a tattoo that reads 'short order cook' across my forehead," she told him, rolling her eyes.

"Well I didn't wanna say anything, but since you already knew…" he let his words fall off as he teased his wife.

"Nathan!" She shrieked and began tickling his stomach.

Nathan laughed and then grabbed Haley by the wrists, subduing the tickle monster. "Okay, just for that you have to make me your famous French toast," he told her once he was done laughing.

"Fine, fine, let me go and I will," she gave in to him. She acted like it was a big hassle, but she really didn't mind. She enjoyed cooking for her husband at those rare instances that he was actually home at meal time.

"I knew you'd see it my way," Nathan gloated, folding both of his arms behind his head as he got comfortable on his mound of pillows that were under his head.

"Whatever," Haley mumbled as she walked out of the room, all the while trying to hide the smile that was trying to take over her features. God, she loved her husband.

Lucas had been right, the shower had made Brooke feel somewhat better. It had allowed her to collect her thoughts and give herself a much needed pep talk so she could face the rest of the day. She knew she was okay, even if she had been momentarily shaken. Breakfast had been good too. Food had sharpened her focus and now she was ready to be productive. She was not going to lie around and waste the day, no matter how tired she was from lack of sleep.

Brooke wanted to do something business related. After the trip she had taken to Los Angeles, she really felt like she had been neglecting her fashion line. And she didn't like feeling like she had put her dreams on the back burner, especially when she had had to do so for so long.

To start off her productive day, Brooke decided to do something she didn't do very often. She decided she was going to check the Baleigh's Collection email account.

Normally Brooke hated doing mundane things like check the email account for orders. It was the type of task she left to Haley because she preferred the more exciting aspects like design and creating prototypes, plus Haley was just so darn good at business.

She walked over to her desk and sat down in front of her white Mac computer. She swirled her finger across the mouse pad to wake it up and immediately opened the web browser.

Within seconds the Baleigh's Collection website was displayed across her computer screen and she quickly logged onto her email account.

There were a few new messages and many previously opened messages that filled the inbox. She looked at the new messages, there was nothing pressing there. Then she scanned the old messages, trying to catch up on all Haley had been doing while she neglected this part of the business.

She was scrolling her cursor over the names as she read when one name made her stop dead in her tracks. Brooke's hand fell flat on the computer and her mouth hung agape.

"How old is this message?" Brooke asked herself when she finally regained her voice and opened it to read to message's contents.

As Brooke read, she could feel her body temperature increasing. This message was over two weeks old. And Haley had opened it and read it. How could she have neglected to tell her about this?

She clicked print on the message and grabbed it off the printer as soon as it had popped out. She threw the piece of paper into her bag and threw on a pair of tennis shoes with her track suit. She had to talk to Haley about this, and it had to be face to face.

Haley was sitting on her couch waiting for Nathan to get home from the grocery store when she heard and quick beating on her front door.

Thinking it must be Nathan with his hands full, Haley called, "Nathan, I'm coming. Hold on, okay?"

Haley flung open the front door and was surprised to find Brooke behind it, not Nathan. And she was even more surprised by the expression that was covering Brooke's pretty features.

"Brooke, what are you doing here?" Haley asked her, a little nervous about what her friend's reason for the impromptu visit were.

"How could you not tell me about this, Haley?" Brooke asked loudly, waving a piece of paper around in the air.

"Not tell you about what?" Haley asked, her voice filled with shock. "Brooke, I have no clue what you're talking about!" She screamed, completely confused.

"This!" Brooke yelled and flung the paper in Haley's face, pointing to it frantically. "This is what I am talking about!"

Haley took the paper from Brooke's hands and quickly skimmed its contents. She recognized it immediately. It was the email she had meant to tell Brooke about, but had forgotten to. Oops.

"Brooke, I meant to tell you about this—" she started to say but was cut off.

"But what? You just didn't?" Brooke asked her, hostility rising in her voice. "Or were you just going to wait until I was subpoenaed?"

"No, it's not like that," Haley tried to defend herself. "It was an honest mistake. I…" She trailed off and quickly covered her mouth. She held up one finger to indicate she needed a moment and ran off to the bathroom.

"Oh, no," Brooke started as she power-walked behind the blonde. "You don't get to get off that easy. I need some answers and I need them now," Brooke told her shaking her finger at her friend.

Brooke came into the bathroom behind Haley and stopped dead in her tracks. She flung a hand over her mouth as she gasped in shock.

"Haley, are you alright?" She asked her friend as she kneeled beside her, the hostility that was in her tone now replaced with concern.

"Yeah, I think so," Haley told her, wiping her mouth with a hand towel.

"You are not alright," Brooke said sternly. "You just threw up. Do you have the stomach virus or something?" She asked her quickly.

"Brooke, I'm fine," she told her with finality in her voice.

"But Haley, no—" Now it was the blonde's turn to cut off the brunette.

"Brooke, I'm fine, I just think I'm pregnant," she confided in her best friend, turning around and wrapping her arms around her knees.

So what do you guys think?? I hope you enjoyed this next part of the story...sorry it has taken me forever to get this up but I have two unpublished fics that have been commanding my attention lately. I hope the "Previously" part helped you guys get refreshed on what has gone down. Instead of recapping the last update, I pulled out parts that connected to the things that happened in this chapter...if you like that kind of recap let me know...and if you don't like it, let me know and I will try to other kind next time. I write those for you all and if they are not useful I want to know that too! Okay, and so if you have time, please pop over to my profile and vote in my poll about my next fic pairing...it is going to be a Brooke crossover, I am jsut not sure with who yet! Anyways, Thanks for reading!! Love you guys! :)

Audra