A week had passed, and for once things were looking up. The attacker was
caught, Brooke was settled in, and everyone was happy. Brooke had gone to
her first counseling session, and things had gone well. Her counselor told
her that she was in good condition considering the trauma she had
experienced. She was lucky to have lived, and to have all the people she
loved to back her in the hard times to come. This was the first time that
anyone had actually asked her about her parents. For some reason Brooke
felt more compelled than ever to tell the truth. So it came out, she told
her everything. Her counselor was slightly taken aback; a girl of a mere
nineteen was perfectly content on her own. Considering the fact that she
had had her grandmother's house to live in, and the financial help from her
aunt, she was well off.
Luke was milling around the house trying to find something to eat when a
very tired Brooke came down stairs.
"Good morning, wife-to-be," Luke said in an all too awake voice.
"Good morning, Bubs," Brooke had used his nickname that he hadn't heard in about seven years.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh! Yeah, I talked to your mom. She sends her love, and told he a story and she called you Bubs. I asked about it and she told me. I've wanted to call you that for a while now."
"Yippy!" Luke waved his finger in a whoop-dee-doo way.
"Oh come on! Get into it!" Brooke said, "There's gonna be more of it, Daddy." He shot her a warning look.
"Ok fine, but in nine months you had better be used to hearing that!"
"I will. I will," he fibbed, until then he hadn't thought of being called 'daddy' and especially from Brooke. It's strange how things seem to change in a blink of an eye.
The phone rang next to Brooke who was brought out of her thoughts of Luke being a father.
"Hello?" she said in a cheery voice.
"You always could tell that you were a cheerleader!"
"Peyton!" she yelled making Luke bring a finger to his mouth shushing her. She threw a towel at him playfully.
"What was that for?" Luke hissed trying not to be heard by Peyton.
"Oh Brooke, just tell him to get over it and whatever you did he probably deserved."
"See, Peyton agrees with me and says you deserved it. And anyway aren't you supposed to be watching a Lakers game?" she asked him trying to get him out of the room.
"It's not on until noon!" he caught on to her little game.
"Pre-game show!" Brooke reminded.
"Oh well, I get it. I'll go watch some cartoons."
Brooke smiled and went back to the conversation with Peyton.
"So what's up?" Brooke asked
"Other than the ceiling and the fan, not much else."
"Sounds riveting!"
"Oh shush! But anyway..." they went on to talk about all the girly things they could muster, and from the other room Luke could hear the girlish giggles Brooke let out. Brooke walked into the other room about forty-five minutes later and let out a sigh. "You guys really are something else..." she trailed off leaving room for him to question. "What 'guys'?" he asked giving her a sidelong glance.
"Just in general. I mean they can be sweet and nice one minute, then the next, udder jerks."
"I wouldn't say I'm a jerk," he gave her the most innocent look he could muster.
"Nope Bubs, you're not," she said and pinched his cheek.
"But sometimes you tempt me," he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Alright, well I'm hungry. You want an omelet?" she asked.
"Can you cook?"
"Nope, I've just been on my own for a while now," she looked at him dumbly, "Of course I can!"
"Alright sounds good to me."
They ate their breakfast and glanced every now and again at each other. They both knew that they were happy and safe. Brooke was content in knowing that one day she and Luke would have a baby together, be married, and one day have grandchildren. Luke just was amazed that after all these years they had still been together. Even through the mishap with Peyton and him she stood by his side. It's been four years. Only two more years to wait until they could have their wedding, and finally say everything was over. They finished their breakfast and did their dishes by hand for a change. They were perfectly content just being with each other they just wanted to make sure it lasted a little while longer.
"We're turning into old people," Brooke commented after a long silence.
"Huh?" Luke was pulled out of a quiet trans he had become used to.
"We're turning into one of those really old couples they always mock on TV," she said again more thoroughly.
"How?"
"Well, for the better part of an hour we were silent, just enjoying each other."
"Sometimes it's necessary," Luke said and pulled her in for a sweet kiss.
"And sometimes so is that," she said and drew him in for another kiss.
"Good morning, wife-to-be," Luke said in an all too awake voice.
"Good morning, Bubs," Brooke had used his nickname that he hadn't heard in about seven years.
"What did you call me?"
"Oh! Yeah, I talked to your mom. She sends her love, and told he a story and she called you Bubs. I asked about it and she told me. I've wanted to call you that for a while now."
"Yippy!" Luke waved his finger in a whoop-dee-doo way.
"Oh come on! Get into it!" Brooke said, "There's gonna be more of it, Daddy." He shot her a warning look.
"Ok fine, but in nine months you had better be used to hearing that!"
"I will. I will," he fibbed, until then he hadn't thought of being called 'daddy' and especially from Brooke. It's strange how things seem to change in a blink of an eye.
The phone rang next to Brooke who was brought out of her thoughts of Luke being a father.
"Hello?" she said in a cheery voice.
"You always could tell that you were a cheerleader!"
"Peyton!" she yelled making Luke bring a finger to his mouth shushing her. She threw a towel at him playfully.
"What was that for?" Luke hissed trying not to be heard by Peyton.
"Oh Brooke, just tell him to get over it and whatever you did he probably deserved."
"See, Peyton agrees with me and says you deserved it. And anyway aren't you supposed to be watching a Lakers game?" she asked him trying to get him out of the room.
"It's not on until noon!" he caught on to her little game.
"Pre-game show!" Brooke reminded.
"Oh well, I get it. I'll go watch some cartoons."
Brooke smiled and went back to the conversation with Peyton.
"So what's up?" Brooke asked
"Other than the ceiling and the fan, not much else."
"Sounds riveting!"
"Oh shush! But anyway..." they went on to talk about all the girly things they could muster, and from the other room Luke could hear the girlish giggles Brooke let out. Brooke walked into the other room about forty-five minutes later and let out a sigh. "You guys really are something else..." she trailed off leaving room for him to question. "What 'guys'?" he asked giving her a sidelong glance.
"Just in general. I mean they can be sweet and nice one minute, then the next, udder jerks."
"I wouldn't say I'm a jerk," he gave her the most innocent look he could muster.
"Nope Bubs, you're not," she said and pinched his cheek.
"But sometimes you tempt me," he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Alright, well I'm hungry. You want an omelet?" she asked.
"Can you cook?"
"Nope, I've just been on my own for a while now," she looked at him dumbly, "Of course I can!"
"Alright sounds good to me."
They ate their breakfast and glanced every now and again at each other. They both knew that they were happy and safe. Brooke was content in knowing that one day she and Luke would have a baby together, be married, and one day have grandchildren. Luke just was amazed that after all these years they had still been together. Even through the mishap with Peyton and him she stood by his side. It's been four years. Only two more years to wait until they could have their wedding, and finally say everything was over. They finished their breakfast and did their dishes by hand for a change. They were perfectly content just being with each other they just wanted to make sure it lasted a little while longer.
"We're turning into old people," Brooke commented after a long silence.
"Huh?" Luke was pulled out of a quiet trans he had become used to.
"We're turning into one of those really old couples they always mock on TV," she said again more thoroughly.
"How?"
"Well, for the better part of an hour we were silent, just enjoying each other."
"Sometimes it's necessary," Luke said and pulled her in for a sweet kiss.
"And sometimes so is that," she said and drew him in for another kiss.