Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill or any of the characters
Rating- PG13/R for language
Authors Note- Brooke is now 7 months pregnant. Ok since you all know the sex of Brookes' baby (Or will know after this chapter) I need you all to tell me some names here. I'm completely stuck on what I should name Brookes baby, so if you all could help me that would be great!
Brooke leaned against the crib, in the room that was supposed to be her daughters. She did the best she could to hold back tears, not wanting to show weakness in front of Lucas, but knew she couldn't do it much longer.
"Maybe we should get married." Lucas asked pacing the floor nervously. Maybe angrily, you decide.
Brooke laughed.
"There's so much wrong with that sentence," She brushed a piece of hair out of her face, which was stuck on her glossed lips and continued.
"First of all, sit your ass down," She pointed to an empty spot next to her. He did as he was commanded. "Second of all even if I wanted to marry you, that's no way of asking me. You don't even have a ring. And I don't think that would make my parents change their minds."
Lucas stood back up, and leaned against the changing table.
"They can't do that! They can't throw their only daughter out of the house...cant they?"
She nodded, and warm tear slid down her face.
"Maybe we could move into the apartment over my moms' café?" Lucas asked shrugging his shoulders. "Sure it needs a lot of work, but we can do it."
Lucas was doing all he could think of. Truth was he was more scared than Brooke. He hated the thought of her and their daughter living out on the street, cold, hungry, sick.
He looked like a little boy standing in front of her, practically begging her to have an answer.
She shook her head no.
"Lucas, you have a place to live. I need to find a place to live not US," She sighed; ever since she had become pregnant she was scared he would try to pressure her into marriage, or for them to move in together. "There was an alternative."
Lucas tilted his head to the side, and knelt down in front of her.
"What?" He asked softly placing his hand on her knee. She wanted to push it away but suddenly felt like all her strength had been drained from her body.
"Adoption." She whispered, almost ashamed.
Lucas sprung from his spot and began pacing again.
"No Brooke! We're not putting her up for adoption. I don't want that and neither do you. Right?"
"Right."
He knelt down in front of her again, with a warm smile.
"You'll figure something out, I'll help you. When do you have to be out?"
She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Two weeks."
Brooke plopped blueberry batter into small cupcake holder with a large spoon, eyeing them suspiciously making sure each cup had an equal amount of batter. She swiped the side of the bowl with her figure, popping it into her mouth, and pulling it, giggling at the "pop" noise that it made.
Brooke turned to acknowledge a knock at the door, to see Peyton walking in with something under her arm.
"Hey, I brought a present for my niece" Peyton smiled and handed Brooke a stuffed bear with a tiny black tee- shirt on it, with "Dashboard Confessional" written across it.
Brooke hesitated, but eventually took it and placed it on the counter.
"I figured, since you have the worst taste in music, I would make sure she doesn't. Just tell her it's from auntie Peyton."
Brooke smiled again, and nodded.
"You know, you aren't even her REAL aunt."
Peyton covered Brookes' mouth with her hand and gasped.
"SHHH, you don't want her to hear you," Peyton looked down at Brookes' belly and pointed to it. "And besides, it's a well known rule that the best friend of the baby's mother gets to be an aunt!" Peyton exclaimed.
Brooke laughed, and didn't bother arguing with her.
"So today, at breakfast I was reading the paper, did you know Chad Michael Murray's engaged, any way...."
Brooke tuned Peyton out; this was what Brooke usually did when Peyton started talking about bands and crap.
Brooke opened the oven, still tuning out Peytons' rambling, and placed the muffins in the oven.
"Okay, well, to make a long story short I think I have the solution to your homeless thing."
Now she had her attention.
Peyton pulled out a piece of folded up newspaper from pocket and pointed to a section that was already circled and high lighted.
Brooke roughly tore the paper out of Peytons hands and began reading it aloud.
"Apartment#9: 460 Park Place, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a kitchen, dining room, living room. Balcony off 2 bedrooms....wait why would I need 3 bedrooms?"
Brooke looked up at Peyton who was practically beaming.
"We could share the rent, and I thought it would be nice, you know so I could help you with the baby and stuff."
Brooke hesitated a second trying to compose herself, before bursting into giggles and girlish screams.
"WHOO HOO, Peyton we're going to be living together! Remember when we used to dream about this when we were little." Brooke said excitedly jumping up and down. Well, trying to jump up and down, turns out it's pretty hard to do that when you have an enormous stomach.
"Yeah!" Peyton stopped jumping up and down, and gave Brooke a tight hug. "See we can still make our dreams come true."
Ok, don't forget to tell me some names!!
Rating- PG13/R for language
Authors Note- Brooke is now 7 months pregnant. Ok since you all know the sex of Brookes' baby (Or will know after this chapter) I need you all to tell me some names here. I'm completely stuck on what I should name Brookes baby, so if you all could help me that would be great!
Brooke leaned against the crib, in the room that was supposed to be her daughters. She did the best she could to hold back tears, not wanting to show weakness in front of Lucas, but knew she couldn't do it much longer.
"Maybe we should get married." Lucas asked pacing the floor nervously. Maybe angrily, you decide.
Brooke laughed.
"There's so much wrong with that sentence," She brushed a piece of hair out of her face, which was stuck on her glossed lips and continued.
"First of all, sit your ass down," She pointed to an empty spot next to her. He did as he was commanded. "Second of all even if I wanted to marry you, that's no way of asking me. You don't even have a ring. And I don't think that would make my parents change their minds."
Lucas stood back up, and leaned against the changing table.
"They can't do that! They can't throw their only daughter out of the house...cant they?"
She nodded, and warm tear slid down her face.
"Maybe we could move into the apartment over my moms' café?" Lucas asked shrugging his shoulders. "Sure it needs a lot of work, but we can do it."
Lucas was doing all he could think of. Truth was he was more scared than Brooke. He hated the thought of her and their daughter living out on the street, cold, hungry, sick.
He looked like a little boy standing in front of her, practically begging her to have an answer.
She shook her head no.
"Lucas, you have a place to live. I need to find a place to live not US," She sighed; ever since she had become pregnant she was scared he would try to pressure her into marriage, or for them to move in together. "There was an alternative."
Lucas tilted his head to the side, and knelt down in front of her.
"What?" He asked softly placing his hand on her knee. She wanted to push it away but suddenly felt like all her strength had been drained from her body.
"Adoption." She whispered, almost ashamed.
Lucas sprung from his spot and began pacing again.
"No Brooke! We're not putting her up for adoption. I don't want that and neither do you. Right?"
"Right."
He knelt down in front of her again, with a warm smile.
"You'll figure something out, I'll help you. When do you have to be out?"
She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Two weeks."
Brooke plopped blueberry batter into small cupcake holder with a large spoon, eyeing them suspiciously making sure each cup had an equal amount of batter. She swiped the side of the bowl with her figure, popping it into her mouth, and pulling it, giggling at the "pop" noise that it made.
Brooke turned to acknowledge a knock at the door, to see Peyton walking in with something under her arm.
"Hey, I brought a present for my niece" Peyton smiled and handed Brooke a stuffed bear with a tiny black tee- shirt on it, with "Dashboard Confessional" written across it.
Brooke hesitated, but eventually took it and placed it on the counter.
"I figured, since you have the worst taste in music, I would make sure she doesn't. Just tell her it's from auntie Peyton."
Brooke smiled again, and nodded.
"You know, you aren't even her REAL aunt."
Peyton covered Brookes' mouth with her hand and gasped.
"SHHH, you don't want her to hear you," Peyton looked down at Brookes' belly and pointed to it. "And besides, it's a well known rule that the best friend of the baby's mother gets to be an aunt!" Peyton exclaimed.
Brooke laughed, and didn't bother arguing with her.
"So today, at breakfast I was reading the paper, did you know Chad Michael Murray's engaged, any way...."
Brooke tuned Peyton out; this was what Brooke usually did when Peyton started talking about bands and crap.
Brooke opened the oven, still tuning out Peytons' rambling, and placed the muffins in the oven.
"Okay, well, to make a long story short I think I have the solution to your homeless thing."
Now she had her attention.
Peyton pulled out a piece of folded up newspaper from pocket and pointed to a section that was already circled and high lighted.
Brooke roughly tore the paper out of Peytons hands and began reading it aloud.
"Apartment#9: 460 Park Place, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, a kitchen, dining room, living room. Balcony off 2 bedrooms....wait why would I need 3 bedrooms?"
Brooke looked up at Peyton who was practically beaming.
"We could share the rent, and I thought it would be nice, you know so I could help you with the baby and stuff."
Brooke hesitated a second trying to compose herself, before bursting into giggles and girlish screams.
"WHOO HOO, Peyton we're going to be living together! Remember when we used to dream about this when we were little." Brooke said excitedly jumping up and down. Well, trying to jump up and down, turns out it's pretty hard to do that when you have an enormous stomach.
"Yeah!" Peyton stopped jumping up and down, and gave Brooke a tight hug. "See we can still make our dreams come true."
Ok, don't forget to tell me some names!!