Oops, Chapter 10
A/N: Yay me, I finished something I had to do, so I'm taking a well deserved break. Yay!!!
A/N 2: The kids are due in the 10th month.
A/N 3: Sloppy kisses to all you that like this fic.
(Hi Jewel. ß it gives her a happy)
Month Nine
Brooke
"You got mail, honey!" her mother's voice echoed through the house and Brooke turned a pouting glance on her boyfriend.
"Luuucas, can you go get my letter for me?" she batted her eyelashes.
Lucas rolled his eyes, but jogged out the door to do her bidding.
She whistled. "Nice ass, baby."
"You like that?" he winked, "All for you, darlin'."
"Damn straight," she nodded as he walked out the door.
"Baby," Brooke informed her stomach, "Your daddy wants me baaaaad."
The child kicked in response.
"That's what I'm saying," Brooke nodded.
The phone rang and Brooke frowned at it. "Oh, hell no, you can wait for Lucas," she rolled back over, patted her stomach and grabbed the remote.
"Here ya go, baby," Lucas came through the door and handed her a letter.
Brooke snatched it eagerly.
"What do you say?" his eyebrow arched.
"Could you grab the phone?" Brooke grinned as it rang again and he rolled his eyes.
"Hello?" Lucas answered the phone as Brooke tore into her letter.
It was so quaint. Who sent real letters anymore?
Dear Brooke,
Haley here. You just left my house and I miss you already.
Awww. Tutor-girl was gonna make her cry. That bitch.
I know we haven't always been the best of friends, but in these past
Months we've gotten really close. Thank you for everything!!
It was nothing, really. Brooke shrugged.
"Hey Brooke," Lucas hissed, "It's Peyton."
Brooke rolled her eyes, "Tell her I'm busy staring at the ceiling."
"Sure," he picked up the phone, "Peyton? She's just getting out of the shower-"
Brooke snorted and went back to her letter.
I know that my idiot best friend, who shall remain nameless, will soon
admit he is lost without you and start building you castles on the hill
and all that sentimental crap.
Heh. Oh, Tutor-bitch.
I am writing similar letters to everyone, but I just wanted to leave my
address with you so that if the evil one decides to grow up and take
some kind of adult responsibility, he'll be able to find me. Please
don't tell him, though, just if he asks. I don't want to be a guilt
thing, you know. You're the only one that would get it.
Much love,
Haley James
"Who was it from?"
"Haley," Brooke smiled, "You'll probably get one too."
"I miss her," Lucas sighed.
"It's natural to miss your best friend," she rubbed his back.
"Do you miss Peyton?"
Brooke stiffened. "I miss the girl that I was friends with before she kissed the father of my unborn child."
"I love you," Lucas kissed her, "Only you. I don't want to see something like this hurting you long term."
A smile spread across Brooke's lips, "Sweet talking like that, and not even trying to get laid!"
"Says who?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Lucas!" Brooke laughed, "I'm eight months pregnant!"
"With my baby," he smiled, "Do you have any idea the primitive…" he kissed her neck, "…caveman…" he nuzzled her throat, "…possessiveness that gives me?"
Brooke's eyes widened. "But I'm-"
"Beautiful," he kissed her hard and she melted into his touch, her mind going blank.
Something tickled her conscious and she pulled away, "That's the phone."
"Dammit," Lucas muttered, getting up to grab it for her, "Get rid of them quick," he pouted, handing it over.
Brooke laughed, "Hello?"
***
Nathan
"What's with you lately?" Tim gaped at him as Nathan missed another shot.
Nathan shrugged, "Nothing, man," he held up his hands for a pass and slam dunked the ball to prove his point.
"Shouldn't you be happy now that it's not your kid?" Tim grabbed the ball and took a shot. "Speaking of, did you find out whose it was?"
Chuckling, Nathan rebounded, "You really think after months of her lying to me, me and Peyton are on speaking terms?" Peyton and I a little voice whispered in his ear. He made a face.
"I can't believe she was banging you and Lucas the whole time, man," Tim shook his head.
"Think fast," Nathan hurled the ball at him.
Tim dove for cover, but behind him, Dan caught the ball.
"Tim," he inclined his head, "Nathan, you got some mail here."
"College letter?"
Dan shrugged, "Looks personal."
Who would send him a letter? He took it from his father and his breath stopped. After years of tutoring, he'd recognize her handwriting anywhere.
"Know who it's from?" Dan shot the basketball in his hand and watched it slide through the net with satisfaction.
"Uhh, no…I'm gonna just, get some water," he stammered, "I'll be right back."
For a few seconds, he entertained the notion of not opening it, before reality kicked in to remind him, ever so rudely, how pathetically in love with her he was.
He wasn't even with her and he was whipped.
Nathan shuddered as he raced up the stairs, locked himself in his room and tore into the letter.
Nathan,
The lack of Dear stung more than he would have thought and Nathan chose to focus on the fact that she actually seemed to remember his name.
I'm writing to tell you that I've decided to move.
His heart dropped to his stomach and he slid weakly into a chair.
By the time you receive this letter, I will be with my sister in Seattle. She's really excited about the baby and I think it will be the best place for me, without people I know constantly watching me and memories of what could have been flaunted in front of my face.
Nathan frowned. Did she regret it? What happened with Jake? Was it over? Was it a one time thing? His heart started pounding. Had he made a mistake?
I'm sorry that this happened, I'm sorry you think I ruined everything.
Did she, though? He wasn't sure anymore. If she wasn't with Jake…could he be around another man's kid for Haley?
I certainly never planned to be one of those girls that was knocked up in high school only to have the father leave her.
He did WHAT? Anger whipped through Nathan's arteries until he was shaking. Only his desire to savor every word she had written kept him from hunting Jake down at that very moment. But soon. Very soon.
That night I told you, I was terrified, Nathan, but I told myself that I knew you better, that you would be there for me. Stay with me.
Nathan fought the urge to cry. Would it work? Could he take it back? Would she forgive him? How could he have missed it? That's why she told him. It suddenly made too much sense to him and he had to breathe in slowly and close his eyes to keep from throwing up.
Finally, he kept reading.
Don't feel obligated to do anything. I will be fine and I won't bug you for anything in the future.
I guess I was in love with a man that never existed.
Haley
Nathan breathed in, breathed out and stood on shakey feet.
"Nate…man, where you going?" Tim asked as Nathan strode purposefully to his car.
"I need to kill someone," he muttered.
"Oh," Tim shrugged and went back to shooting baskets.
Peyton
"Hello?" a female voice picked up on the other end of the line and Peyton almost dropped the phone in shock.
"Brooke?"
"Yeah, this Peyton?"
"Yeah…I just wanted to…"
"Just a sec," there some time of tussle on the other end before she came back.
What excuse would she have this time? Peyton sighed.
"You want to go out for coffee?" Brooke got back on the line.
"Uhh…what?"
"Fine, hot chocolate," Brooke muttered.
"I…what changed your mind? Aren't you mad at me?"
"Nah, I'm over it."
"Oh. Why?"
"Can't I just be in the mood to forgive and forget?"
Peyton snorted, "No."
"I could just feel sorry for you."
Eyes narrowing, Peyton rolled to her feet, "You want to know who the father is, don't you?"
"You don't understand how CRAZY this is driving me!"
Peyton chuckled, "Fine. Meet me at Karen's."
"Sweet!"
They hung up and Peyton grinned.
"Knew she'd cave."
Lucass (This is not a typo, merely a shout out to his true character)
Wasn't every day he had to stop seducing your eight month pregnant girlfriend to go out with his ex, the almost mother of his or his brother's child, just to figure out whose baby she was really having.
Lucas could have opted out of the festivities, but who was he kidding?
He was curious as hell.
"Hey guys," Jake greeted them at the door, "Peyton's already here."
"How's the job treating you?" Brooke smiled.
Jake shrugged, "Think they liked Haley better, but what can you do?"
"Oh, you have some things going for you that she didn't," Brooke grinned, her eyes flickering over him.
Lucas frowned, "Hey now," he nudged her.
"Lucas!" she laughed, pointing to her stomach, "It's really not gonna happen."
"Not that it wouldn't be an honor, Ms. Davis," Jake grinned.
Brooke sighed, "Get back to me in a couple months-"
"If you want to die," Lucas agreed.
Jake laughed, "Let's get you kids a seat," he lead them to the table where Peyton was seated.
Lucas glared at Jake not so playfully as he pulled out the chair for Brooke.
"Why don't you join us, Jake?" Peyton squeezed took his hand and Lucas's mouth dropped.
Where had THAT come from?
He smiled and took a seat by her. "Just because no one else is here," he wagged a finger.
"So…" Brooke was practically bouncing with anticipation.
"So…?" Peyton grinned, clearly messing with the other girl's emotions.
Lucas chuckled.
"So SPILL, skank!"
Nathan
They didn't notice him approach.
"Isn't this cute?" he glared at Jake and Peyton's hands, clasped together on her stomach. "This makes, what, three?"
"Nathan, what are you-" Peyton tried to get up, but Jake stopped her.
"How could you let her leave?" Nathan glared at Jake and cast a disdainful glance toward his ex, "For Peyton?"
"What are you talking about-" Jake looked around at his friends in confusion.
"She was fucking perfect and you let her go!"
"WHO?" the whole table shouted back at him.
Nathan rolled his eyes. Who? "HALEY!"
Incredibly, Brooke started laughing.
Annoyed, Nathan frowned at her. He had a certain flow. The accusation. The denial. The swinging punches were next on the agenda and she was fucking it all up.
"Sorry," she gasped, "You thought they were together?"
"They're not?" Nathan glared at Jake. Hearing it was just a one time thing didn't make him any happier.
"No!" Jake stated a little too emphatically for Nathan's liking. As though being with Haley weren't an honor for any male breathing.
"So it was just a one time thing? You were using her?" he glared.
"What? No? Is this about the prom?"
"So it was the prom?"
Jake opened his mouth, closed it and shook his head.
"Nathan," Brooke got his attention, "Pull up a chair, I will solve all of this. Just listen to Brooke."
Grudgingly, Nathan did as he was told, glaring at Jake the whole time.
"OK, Nathan, I want you to answer my questions and don't even look at Jake," Brooke instructed softly.
"Whatever," Nathan muttered.
"What do you think happened between Haley and Jake?"
"They had a one night stand."
Brooke smiled and held up a hand to Jake for silence.
"And the result of this was…?"
"She's pregnant," Nathan swallowed, looking away.
There was a collective whoosh of breath and Brooke's eyes lit up.
"Nathan Scott, you are a remarkable fuck up," she chuckled, "But it might just be your lucky day."
It…what? "What?"
"Do you love her?"
Nathan shifted uncomfortably.
Brooke crossed her arms and waited. Everyone's eyes were on him and he had a horrible fear they were all about to team up and attack him. Not unusual in this crowd, per say, but it was more…acute…than usual.
He clenched his jaw, "Yes. Yes, I love her. What? Tell me."
"You were right when you said that Haley had a one night stand and got pregnant," Brooke smirked, "But Jake's not the father."
"Who?" Nathan glared at Lucas, who rolled his eyes.
"And to think, I almost stayed home," Brooke chuckled, "YOU! You fucking idiot!"
"M- I-" Nathan blinked rapidly.
He was… with Haley. Oh…God.
The world picked up and twirled around him.
Lucas
It was a serious moment. His brother had just found out that he had a child on the way in a little less than a month.
And if Nathan hadn't chosen that particular moment to fall into a faint, it would have been a lot less funny.
"Lucas," Brooke smacked him, "Do something!"
Sighing, Lucas knelt by his brother, "Nathan, wake up," he slapped him.
Nathan groaned.
"You with us?"
Squinting up at him in annoyance, Nathan rolled away from Lucas. He stayed on his knees, though, breathing hard.
"The things I said to her…" Nathan looked like he was about to puke and Lucas tried to subtly back away from that eventuality.
"Definitely a jackass," Brooke didn't give him any leeway.
"It was just me. The whole time," Nathan whispered.
It wasn't a question, so no one answered.
Lucas couldn't believe Nathan hadn't known. How could that be misunderstood? If he hadn't been deathly afraid his half brother was on the verge of tears, he would have laughed.
Nathan just had an incredible knack for making Lucas's life looking better and he couldn't help smirking.
"You think this is funny?"
"No," Lucas denied quickly, wary of anything an emotionally unstable Nathan Scott might do.
"That's right," Nathan glared at him, "Cause its your best friend that's having my baby, alone, in less than a month, am I right?"
Everyone nodded dumbly.
"Call her," Nathan turned to Brooke, "You have her number?"
"Yeah," Brooke smiled, handing him her phone.
Nathan's eyes closed in relief as he held the phone to his ear.
Lucas took Brooke's hand and she squeezed his back with a smile.
"No!" Nathan started losing it, "It's disconnected, why would she do that!?"
"I have her address," Brooke waved a piece of paper in front of his face and he snatched it.
Checking his pockets, Nathan flipped Brooke's phone back open, "I can use this, right?"
"Of course," she rolled her eyes.
"…Dad…yeah, no I don't care what Tim does. Actually, just beat the shit out of him for me. Look, I need to go to Seattle," he paused, "No, it's Haley…I pulled a you and knocked her up, if you must know."
Lucas's lips twitched.
"IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FUCKING BASKETBALL!!"
"How do you fuck a basketball?" Peyton whispered.
"I'm sure you'd know," Brooke muttered.
Jake quietly backed away from the table, "I'm just gonna…get back to work."
"Well, you're right, I actually DON'T care how much a last minute ticket costs! …Well, I'll fucking pay you back. It's not every day I find out I'm having a baby!"
Every eyebrow went up.
"…well, fine, but that one wasn't mine," Nathan pouted, sending a glare in Peyton's direction, "YES, I'm sure. Look, just help me out or don't."
Nathan hurled the phone across the room.
"Fucker. I'm driving," he looked around, "See you guys later. Thanks for the information," he nodded in Brooke's direction and stormed out the door.
Brooke made a face, "But my…my phone."
The door opened again and Nathan came back in and picked the phone back up from where it landed, "Brooke, I'm sorry…" he grimaced.
"Shh-" she cut him off, "Just go."
"I'll get you a new one."
"Damn straight," she agreed, "But go get Haley first."
Nathan smiled for the first time and ran out the door.
"And you," Brooke turned to Lucas, "Go with him."
What?! Him?
"For Haley? Keep him on the road," she gave him her best Bambi eyes.
Lucas sighed.
Nathan
"And I thought I was whipped," Nathan chuckled at his half-brother in the passenger seat of his mustang as they charged along the highway.
"At least she's with me, you'll be lucky if Haley doesn't throw you down the stairs."
It seemed a little below the belt, but Nathan shrugged it off.
"She's not that violent," he licked his lips, "Right?"
Lucas smiled.
"You don't have to be a dick, you know. I really love her."
"So much that she came to my crying?"
Nathan winced, "I didn't know. I would have done it so much differently."
"Why don't you let me drive?" Lucas suggested.
"My mustang? Are you insane?"
"You're a wreck, get some sleep."
"No," Nathan shook his head fiercely. As long as he had breath in his body, Lucas was not getting control over this beautiful machine.
"You'll get to Haley faster."
Well, maybe just a short nap…
***
He was rudely awakened with the sound of sirens. "Speeding?" Nathan winced as he sat up.
"I was only five over," Lucas defended.
Snorting, Nathan shook his head, "OK, Gramma."
Lucas pulled over on the side of the road.
"What time is it?" Nathan stretched.
"3 AM."
"Whoa," he'd been out for like seven hours. In a car, that was pretty damn impressive.
"GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" The loudspeaker instructed them.
Nathan raised an eyebrow at Lucas, "Five over, my ass."
The boys exited the vehicle and were immediately pressed against the hood.
"Uhh…what's this about, Officers?" Nathan asked as the cop ran his hands over Nathan's body quite a bit slower than Nathan deemed necessary.
"You're under arrest for Grand Theft Auto."
"WHAT?"
"A Dan Scott of North Carolina reported it stolen."
Nathan's mouth dropped, "I'm his son, I drive the car. This is…my brother, Lucas. Check the ID."
"Sorry, son, we have to bring you both in," the officers loaded them into the cop car.
"Unbelievable," Nathan muttered.
"Your dad is such an dick," Lucas shook his head.
"He's yours too," Nathan muttered defensively.
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Now you admit it."
"You can have him all to yourself if you want."
"Oh, thanks…shit!" Lucas's eyes widened.
"What?" Nathan jumped.
"We never found out about Peyton."
Nathan's hands were cuffed, so he kicked him.
TBC