Brooke threw herself into Brenda's arms. Brenda stumbled a little, walking backwards and holding the young girl in her arms. Brooke silently chided herself for losing control, and stepped back. "I'm sorry, Brenda." She said, looking sheepishly at the ground. She noticed Brenda's fuzzy blue slippers and matching robe. "I'm sorry to come so late" She apologized, tucking a strand of long brown hair behind her double-pierced ear. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but do I know you?" Brenda asked, glancing at Sonny, who was positioned at the door. He watched silently, wanting to let Brooke explain things. He was there for damage control, and to assure Brenda that it was true. "I'm your..I'm…we're..we are.." Brooke's sky-blue eyes welled up with tears. "I'm your half-sister," She blurted, looking down and pulling her birth certificate from her pocket. "Here" She extended her hand, with her French-manicured nails and charm bracelet, and gave her the slip of paper.
"Oh my god..Oh, my god" Brooke listened as Brenda repeated the same thing she'd been repeating for the last 20 minutes since they had sat on her couch. Jax was away in Paris on business and Sonny had excused himself to the bathroom over twenty minutes ago, obviously trying to leave them alone. "Why..she never, why didn't she tell me? WHY?" Brooke assumed Brenda was asking herself, not Brooke. Brenda then surprised both of them, as she wrapped the young brunette in her arms and squeezed. She held on for what seemed like eternity, never wanting to let go. The two girls cried, and hugged, and cried more. When she released her ages later, Brooke was smiling through the tears. She knew that this was the beginning of a close relationship- with her sister. Her sister who she felt like she knew from all the stories was now here, holding her, taking her in. Things were looking up. Brenda smiled, and sniffled a little. They had stopped crying.
"Of course you can stay here! Oh, you must be exhausted. We can talk about this tomorrow. You've been through so much." Brenda said, pity filling her warm brown eyes. She stood, and walked to the stairs. "You can sleep in the guest room. There should be some of Jax's polo shirts in the third drawer down in the cabinet on the left. You can sleep in one of those. Get some rest, and we will sort everything out tomorrow" Brenda told her, feeling motherly. Her maternal instincts had kicked in some time ago, and she couldn't help but feel for this girl- who although she was a stranger, felt like family. They hugged, and Brooke groggily stumbled up the stairs. As Brooke tried to ignore the fact that her blood was speeding through her veins in her state of excitement and drift into much needed sleep, she realized something. Because of the high ceilings and thin doors, she could hear everything being said downstairs. She tried to tune it out, because Brenda and Sonny had been so kind to her, invading their privacy seemed so wrong. Trying, however, is all she could do, because soon she found herself thouroughly involved in their discussion.
Sonny heard hard-hitting, heavy footsteps as Brooke had dragged her sore feet up the stairs, and took that as his cue to come out of the bathroom. He hoped they realized he was letting them alone- and didn't think he'd really been in the bathroom for that long. He sat next to an obviously distressed Brenda. For a split second, he felt the urge to hold her, to take her in his arms and press his lips to her soft, sweet-smelling hair. He told himself it was force of habit- nothing more. His heart yelled at him, but his mind was made up. "Carly" He said. It was directed at his heart, but Brenda heard it. "You can go," She told him, wishing he would. She didn't need him to help her through hard times..she didn't. 'Brenda, who are you trying to convince?' her mind asked as she kept saying that..she didn't. She didn't need him for anything. "No. Jax isn't here, and I wouldn't be a gentleman to let you stay here alone when you are obviously freaked" He explained, slipping an arm around her back. "And what am I, if not a gentleman?" He asked, smiling. Brenda gave him a twisted half-smile. "Sonny, you are a lot of things, and a gentleman is certainly one of them. Just one" He let out a low chuckle. His mind wandered..when she turned to him to give him her heart-melting smirk, her short, wavy cocoa-colored hair had fallen over his arm. He drifted..back to a time when he would have held her tight. When true enough, whatever was stressing her was probably his fault, he could take it away with a soul-searching kiss or a passionate conversation. When they thought they had forever, and would have been happy enough if forever had been a day as long as they were together when forever became yesterday..
"And I just don't know. I mean I'm not exactly an experienced mother or" She stopped. "Sonny? Are you even listening?" She asked, staring at him. His eyes were distant, and he had subconsciously stroking her cheek for an hour. "Yeah, sorry. You know, she's a real sweet girl. Think she took a liking to me" He chuckled, giving Brenda a dimpled grin. "Your quite likable" Brenda laughed, pinching his cheek. "Even though you know it". He didn't laugh that time, but she saw his amused happiness in his eyes. His eyes…
"Hunny, I'm ho-'slam'!" Brenda leaped straight out of her skin, and Sonny sprang to his feet reaching for the gun in his belt as the door to Brenda's apartment slammed. There was Jax, rose between his teeth and bag on his shoulder, staring at his fiancé and her ex-boyfriend sitting far too close for comfort on his couch. "Jax I can ex" Brenda started, rushing over to her boyfriend. He through the rose down, dropped his bag, and stepped away from her. Startled by his sudden movements, she hadn't finished her sentence. "Explain," she added, uselessly. Jax grabbed Sonny's coat, opened the door and help the coat out. "Look, Jax, I think you're over reacting. Lets sit down, discuss this like adults.." Sonny said, taking his coat. From the fire flashing in Jax's eyes, Sonny knew it was time to leave. Pride intact, he made his exit. From the fire in Brenda's eyes, Jax wished he could exit, as well.
While Brenda prepared to let her soon-to-be hubby have it, Brooke sat in bed and sobbed. She thought it was tragic, listening to Sonny and Brenda. As if she had read their thoughts, or hear the love of the past through their voices, she knew. And she knew if there was any way to repay her sister, giving her the gift of true love was it. Biting her lip, she resolved to make a plan.
I know this chapter was way too mushy and blah..And also, I'm really sorry if it sucked! I don't know if I managed to capture how great Sonny and Brenda are…I tried. I had to get the reunion and stuff..but please, reviews are welcome! I need some..telling me what's wrong, what you want to see, what I should fix..should I take out this whole chapter and re-write it? Thanks!