A/N: SORRY … Real Life is a bitch. I feel bad but here it is… writer's block took over and things seem to be following so let's hope it all works out… so review nice log ones always get me to write more… let me know you're thoughts… this chapter is dedicated to three people gooseless who got me out of my writers block. Nathan's raven cause she's the bomb and to emo geek who emailed me everyday for an update… another Christmas chapter and then the gala… if you want to ask me any questions about the story do it now because the gala is going to require me to concentrate a lot of things about it are planned in my head… oh and to blackcats si es una puta…
Chapter 50
Good Morning Sunshine, its Christmas morning…
Olivia couldn't take it anymore, it was Christmas morning and everyone was sleeping. It didn't matter to her that it was 6:00 am, it didn't matter to her that everyone had gone to bed late the night before, it was Christmas morning and she wanted to open her presents. She walked around the corner towards her granddaughter's room. When Brooke was a little girl on Christmas morning Olivia would wake her up and the two would run downstairs to the living room and begin to open up presents. They never waited for anyone else, it was always just them. It was Olivia's favorite part of Christmas, opening presents with her beautiful granddaughter. She loved to spoil her rotten and she didn't care how old Brooke was.
She opened her granddaughter's door and tip toed quietly into her bedroom, Olivia almost dropped dead when she saw the sight before her. There was her granddaughter sleeping on her queen size bed and she wasn't alone. Lucas and Drew were sleeping besides her and were looking mighty cozy. Drew was in the middle of the couple, sleeping soundly, sucking on his pacifier. Lucas was on the left, and Brooke was on the right. Her smiled got even bigger when she noticed Luke's arm draped loosely on Brooke's back. She started to laugh when she heard her granddaughter's faint snoring.
They looked like a family. Olivia couldn't stop smiling, it was the best Christmas present she could have received. She had known deep inside that Lucas and Brooke belong together but something inside her had also caused her to be a bit wary. After all that Brooke had been thru so much, the last thing Liv wanted was for her to be hurt again. But now that fear was gone. It was a sign from god that they belong together. How many times throughout her marriage had she slept with her late husband and their infant son, the same way? Too many times to count. She smiled as the memories came rushing back to her. Her husband so dashing, and passionate. His smile, his laugh, she could still remember the way he would look at her before they made love. The loving way he had kissed her after she gave birth to their son. It had been such a long time ago but she could still remember it all like it was yesterday. Lucas reminded her of her late husband. His smile, the way he laughed. Maybe that why she had such a warm spot for Lucas. She glanced at the couple on the bed again. Lucas was perfect for Brooke and Brooke was perfect for Lucas. They made a striking pair. She had seen them one day walking in the park, pushing Drew's stroller. They hadn't even noticed her. They were both talking and laughing. She still couldn't understand why neither of them made the first move. Unless neither of them noticed what was going on. It wouldn't be the first time two intelligent people were clueless about love.
Olivia kept smiling and staring at the couple but the smile grew quickly into a frown when she noticed her granddaughter's nightgown. Pink, lacy, and completely boring. There was nothing sexy about it; it was something a bored, up tight, country club wife would wear for her boring, average, husband. The perfect nightgown for someone with no sex appeal, it was totally wrong for Brooke. "No wonder she still a virgin." She thought to herself. Why couldn't Brooke wear something more reveling? Something see through, lacey, red, and sexy. Tomorrow morning the first thing she would do would be to go into Brooke's lingerie drawer and throw it all out. Every disgusting, dreadful, boring thing in it. Then she would call Paris and have then Fed Ex all new things for her to wear. New thongs, new nightgowns, the works. She started to walk towards the door humming the wedding march, when she heard a small sound. She turned around and saw an awake Drew sitting up smiling at her. She put her finger up to her lips in hopes that Drew wouldn't wake them up. She walked over to the bed and quietly picked up the infant.
"Well Mr. Drew aren't you a smart little thing. You understand don't you? You feel it too they are so perfect for each other. Yep and you little sly fox, you knew to be quite. I love it. You and I are going to be allies. We are going to get them together."
Drew smiled at Olivia as she carried him out of Brooke's bedroom and onto the hallway.
"Yep you my sweet boy are defiantly my new grandson. Brooke and Lucas will get married and raise you. You will be their son, and my grandson. You are going to be what pushes them together. It's going to be easier than I thought. One push here another there. Yep Drew it going to be easy as pie. Now you and I are going to go downstairs. Glamma, that's me has bought you so many things. Lots of goodies. We are going to sit down on the floor and open gifts. It's tradition. I do it with Brookie. But this year well we both know she's a little busy. It's going to be just you and me. Now Drew you have to listen to everything Glamma says okay? First things first I'm always right. I mean it I'm always right. Next I'm Glamma not oh god I can't even say the word without cringing, grandma. It's such a disgusting word. Everything I do, say, and plan always has a purpose. Now the next thing you need to know is that I'm not like any other grandmothers out there. Don't ask me to bake, or knit because it's not me. You need cupcakes for school, you ask Mae, you need a fake id you ask me. Got it kid?"
Little Drew was mesmerized by Olivia and everything she was saying. He just stared at her and listen to everything that was coming out of her mouth. He gave her a big smile and started to clap his little hands. Olivia smiled. "Oh good you understand. You remind me of Brooke. Yep you do. Everyone would think I was crazy because I use to talk to her the same way I talk to you. But she understood everything I use to say, just like you do. Now let's go open presents. Oh one more thing sweetheart, if you ever meet an ugly, old, disgusting man that goes by the name Robbilard you must, now Drew pay attention, you must puke all over him."
Thirty minutes later…
Lucas stirred in his sleep and rolled over, colliding with a small thud
and grunt into the warm, slightly smaller form beside him. He hadn't
woken up beside a woman in a long time and it took him a while to
remember where he was and how he had gotten there. He rubbed the sleep his eyes and sat up. His movements instantly awakened her and she rolled over and yawned God, she was beautiful, he thought with a faint smile. Her eyes met his and she smiled as well. Brooke felt good. No, she felt more than good. She felt great! She hadn't slept that soundly or peacefully in ages.
"Do you know you snore princess?" Lucas asked her with a huge grin on his face.
"I beg you're pardon. I do not snore Lucas Scott. Take it back."
"No."
"Take it back Lucas or I'll…"
"You'll what Princess you'll paint my toe nails? You'll hit me with a stuffed animal? Ohhhh I'm so scared."
"No I'll tickle you. I swear to god take it back or I'll tickle you to death."
Lucas started to laugh and was just about to answer back with something witty when all of a sudden Brooke was on top of him tickling him.
"Brooke stop…" Lucas said in the middle of a fit of laughter.
"Say Brooke you're awesome and you don't snore."
"Brooke…"
"Say it…" Brooke said laughing.
"Okay, okay. Brooke you're awesome and you don't snore."
Brooke stopped tickling him but kept on laughing right on top of Lucas. With one swift motion she found herself under Lucas. His eyes were sparkling as he started to laugh.
"Now it's time to get my revenge." Lucas said in a deep voice.
"Luke…"
"Luke what Brookie… Are you ticklish? Shall we fine out if you are?"
"Luke…" Brooke said in a pleading voice. But Luke kept right on smiling. But his smile quickly faded as he patted the messy covers on the soft mattress. Something was missing. No, someone was missing. Drew!
"What's the matter?" she asked as she frantically watched him searching
underneath the blankets.
"It's Drew! He's not here! Where did he go?"
Brooke couldn't help but giggle as she saw him clumsily tumble out of
bed onto the carpet, peeking under her bed.
"Relax, Luke."
"Relax? My nephew is missing for God' sake!"
She shook her head with a grin.
"He's 6 months old, for crying out loud. What, do you think he woke up
early this morning, got dressed and hopped on a Greyhound to Cleveland?
Glamma's got him."
"Liv?"
"Yeah", Brooke sighed. "It's sort of tradition. She used to 'kidnap'
me from my bed every Christmas morning. She likes to do it every year
and after I grew up, she didn't really have any other kids around so
this is fun for her. She's like a big child herself so...let them have
their fun. Glamma's not so bad."
Lucas nodded.
"No, she's not. In fact, she's pretty damned great."
The room fell silent as they just eyed one another. Neither spoke but
a million thoughts danced in their heads. It wasn't every day Lucas
Scott and Brooke Davis woke up in bed together.
"Um we better get dress. I do have to warn you though; Glamma well put it this way. She came in and found us in bed together. No matter what she's well she's going to think…" Brooke face turned beet red as thoughts of what Glamma would say ran through her head.
"Brooke nothing happen."
"I know but Glamma…"
"Look Princess let her think what she wants. I can handle her."
Brooke started to laugh. "You can handle her. Lucas nobody can handle Glamma."
"Well than let's give her something to talk about ever had sex in the shower?"
Once again Brooke's face turned a shade of beet red.
"Is that all you think about?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
"No I think about making deals, making money, eating, you in that white dress, sleeping, Drew, you naked in the shower, my grandmother." He answered her in a teasing tone.
"Lucas you're such a perv. Go take a shower a cold one."
