The time on the clock read twelve am as Brooke stood from behind the desk
in Adam's office and quietly made her way down to the kitchen. It was bad
enough she couldn't sleep. She kept the lights off, feeling her way through
the room and to the refridgerator. She swung the door open, removing a
carton of milk and pouring a glass before putting the milk carton away. She
took the glass and started out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, Brooke reached out and grabbed hold of the countertop, dropping the glass to the floor. She moved her hand quickly to her abdomen, feeling a sharp pain shoot through her. She just shut her eyes and took a deep breath as the lights came on.
Adam walked into the kitchen, tying his robe. "What's going on down here?" he said. "Brooke?" Brooke was leaning down, picking up the broken pieces of glass. She pushed a loose piece of hair back behind her ear. "Brooke?"
Brooke jumped, putting her hand back on her belly. "I... dropped the glass." She was obviously shaken. "I've got it."
"Brooke." Adam crouched down. Brooke continued to pick up the pieces. He took hold of her arms. "Leave it." Brooke looked up and met his eyes, hers watering. "What's wrong?"
Brooke sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Hormones," she said. "I'm fine, Adam. Really. I just want to... to clean this. It's milk it can't stay until morning." Adam looked at her as she reached up and cupped his cheek. "Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute."
"It's late..."
"Just give me five minutes." Brooke said. "Five minutes and I'll come to bed, OK?"
"Are you sure you're alright?" Adam asked, noticing that Brooke still looked a little flushed.
"I'm sure." she said. "100% Go to bed." Adam stood, helping Brooke to her feet. He ran his hand gently back over her face. "Five minutes."
Adam nodded silently, kissing her forehead. "Five minutes," he said. "It's late."
"I know." she said.
Adam paused a moment before turning and leaving the kitchen. Brooke looked around at the mess on the floor. She gently rubbed her hand over her abdomen. The pain had subsided, but she was still obviously shaken. Brooke shook her head and took a deep breath as she bent down once again to pick up the broken glass.
Suddenly, Brooke reached out and grabbed hold of the countertop, dropping the glass to the floor. She moved her hand quickly to her abdomen, feeling a sharp pain shoot through her. She just shut her eyes and took a deep breath as the lights came on.
Adam walked into the kitchen, tying his robe. "What's going on down here?" he said. "Brooke?" Brooke was leaning down, picking up the broken pieces of glass. She pushed a loose piece of hair back behind her ear. "Brooke?"
Brooke jumped, putting her hand back on her belly. "I... dropped the glass." She was obviously shaken. "I've got it."
"Brooke." Adam crouched down. Brooke continued to pick up the pieces. He took hold of her arms. "Leave it." Brooke looked up and met his eyes, hers watering. "What's wrong?"
Brooke sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Hormones," she said. "I'm fine, Adam. Really. I just want to... to clean this. It's milk it can't stay until morning." Adam looked at her as she reached up and cupped his cheek. "Go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute."
"It's late..."
"Just give me five minutes." Brooke said. "Five minutes and I'll come to bed, OK?"
"Are you sure you're alright?" Adam asked, noticing that Brooke still looked a little flushed.
"I'm sure." she said. "100% Go to bed." Adam stood, helping Brooke to her feet. He ran his hand gently back over her face. "Five minutes."
Adam nodded silently, kissing her forehead. "Five minutes," he said. "It's late."
"I know." she said.
Adam paused a moment before turning and leaving the kitchen. Brooke looked around at the mess on the floor. She gently rubbed her hand over her abdomen. The pain had subsided, but she was still obviously shaken. Brooke shook her head and took a deep breath as she bent down once again to pick up the broken glass.