Disclaimer- I do not own One Tree Hill or any of the characters.

Rating- PG13/R for language

AN- Brooke is now 6 months pregnant.

Brooke picked up a small pink teddy bear, running her finger off its soft fur.

She sighed and threw it into the cart with the car seat.

She glanced up at Peyton who was flipping through a pop up book. She closed it shut then threw it into one of her carts that had the high chair and stroller in it. They didn't really fit so they were pretty much jutting out of the cart. Same goes for her other cart, which held the crib.

Brooke giggled at her best friend as she attempted to push both overly loaded carts further down the isle, while watching the one she was pushing so she didn't bump into anything, and the one she was pulling so it didn't tip over.

Brooke also pushed her cart further down the isle, stopping in front of baby bottles.

"Hmm..." Brooke placed both of her hands on her hips as she examined the dozens of baby bottles. There were so many, she had no idea which one was the best, so she grabbed one of each and tossed them into the cart.

Moving further down the isle Brooke grabbed a teething ring, another teddy bear, several different kinds of pacifiers, a rattle, a dozen baby books, and the book that had the squeaking puppy on the front, a jumbo size bag of diapers, a baby bag with small pink hearts and teddy bears on it, and an "I love My Mommy" bib. She also grabbed an "I love My Daddy" bib; smiling knowing that it would please Lucas.

"BROOKE, we have got to get this," Peyton screamed as she bounced over to Brooke holding up a small duck. "Every kid should have a rubber ducky." The smile on her face was enormous and incredibly contagious.

Brooke smiled taking the duck from Peyton and throwing it in the cart.

"Brooke, do you have enough money to buy all this." Peyton said eyeing the 3 carts full of stuff.

"Uh huh," She reached into her purse and pulled out a master card. She smiled, "My daddys' credit card." She laughed a small yet evil laugh, along with Peyton.

Brooke looked over all of the quilt patterns. What ever it was she wanted it all to match, the quilt, the crib, the furniture, the wall paper.

She finally decided on "magenta stars collide". It was a light pink blanket with lace around the outside. She could imagine the room with pink walls and small white stars as a border.

"Hey, Peyt, what do you think about the name Christine?" Brooke asked placing the quilt in the basket, not even looking at Peyton.

"It's fine, why?"

"How about Sarah?"

"It's okay...why?"

Brooke sighed leaning against the cart and putting her face in her hands.

She took her face out of her hands and frowned.

"I have no idea what to name her."

Peyton chewed on her lip for a few seconds then walked over to Brooke. She put her hand on her shoulder, and turned her face so she was facing her. With her thumb, Peyton wiped away a tear that had fallen.

"Did you ask Lucas?"

Brooke quickly pulled away from Peyton, and looked at her angrily.

"No! Why should I, this is my daughter!" Brooke said on the verge of tears again.

"Brooke, don't do this, not now! It's his child too. He helped make it, you should be happy he wants to help you, instead of being like his ass hole of a father." Peyton sighed and continued. "He should have a say in this too. Ask him what he thinks Brooke, trust me you won't regret it."

"I guess." Brooke said, as she started pushing her cart out of the isle.

"Where are you going?" Peyton asked, desperately trying to keep up with Brooke, while pushing and pulling both carts.

Brooke stopped and looked at her like she had jus said the stupidest thing ever.

"Well aren't you just a walking blonde joke. HELLO, I have to clothe my baby too."

Peyton laughed and followed Brooke to the clothing department.

Brooke smiled excitedly as she thought about all the cute clothes she can buy for her baby.

"Oh and none of those band tee- shirt things you claim to be cloths." Brooke said to Peyton. Peyton put her hand over her heart pretending to be hurt.

They both came to a screeching halt when they came into view of the children's department.

Brooke laughed, "I think we may need another cart."