Lucas and Brooke arrived at the doctor's office Friday after school. Now they were sitting in the waiting room. Luke noticed Brooke kept playing with her hands. "Nervous?" he whispered to her.

Brooke turned to look at him and nodded. This wasn't going to be fun, she knew that. Luke slipped his hand into hers, and she leaned against his shoulder. "Thanks for being here," she said softly.

"I'll always be there for you Brooke, always."

"And after this...we still have to confront the parentals," Brooke reminded him. "What a perfect start to the weekend," she mumbled.

Luke turned her face up to look at him. "Whatever happens, it doesn't matter. From here on out...it's you, me and the little one," he said and smiled at her.

"My parents are probably going to kick me out," Brooke told him. "Now I'm not only a just an unwanted responsibility to them but an embarrassment too."

"Forget them," Lucas told her. "And if they kick you out maybe my mom will let you stay with us."

Brooke laughed. "Oh yea. I can see that going over real well Luke. Your moms going to hate the idea just as much as mine are, just for different reasons."

"Hey. Come on. Don't worry about that now Brooke. Let's take it one step at a time. Let's worry about right now."

Lucas sat there holding Brooke.

"Ms. Davis," the nurse called.

"Here we go," she said, as she followed the nurse, and gripping Lucas' hand tighter.

Brooke and Luke walked out of the doctor's office an hour later. They talked about concerns, questions, medical history, things Brooke would need to do now to help the baby, and about their options for the baby. She was about six weeks along.

"That wasn't so bad," Lucas said.

"That's because the worst part has yet to come. It's time to break the news to the parents."

Lucas nodded. "I know. Who should we talk to first?"

"Probably mine," Brooke said. "It will probably be the easiest. I don't think they'll care much."

Lucas felt sorry for Brooke that her parents didn't care what happened to her. He still remembers what Brooke said that night when he came to help her rescue Peyton. My parents would rather throw cash at me and send me on my way then spend any time with me.

They got into the truck in silence. Lucas started driving in the directions of Brooke's house. He linked his free hand with hers, and gave her a reassuring smile. "I promise you Brooke. In the end, everything will be okay."

Brooke half smiled. "I hope your right Lucas," she said as they pulled up in front of her house. "I hope your right."