6 months since last update. Wow. I'm sorry, I wonder if any ones still reading this? To tell you the truth I wasn't even going to update this any more. But I remembered how much I hate it when someone doesn't update the story I'm reading. So my best friend talked me into updating, kind of. This is the last chapter, and it kind of jumped a few months, I hope you can follow, I'm not too sure I can even follow this after not writing for so long. Thanks to all the people who read I greatly appreciate it.
Brooke was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
She needs him.
More than she'll ever begin fathom.
He keeps her licentious behavior in check, or maybe it's the motherly instinct, either way, she's not complaining.
Doctors are right, so unbelievably right, when they say that mothers have an attachment to their children after they are born, and have a hard time parting. Yes, so true.
Brooke can't ever imagine having to give up her daughter. The pink, flushed, pudgy bundle of… all that is good and wonderful in the world. She is Brooke, she is Lucas, she is Brooke and Lucas. Together. As one.
It was worth it, 9 hours of labor. The pain, pain has never been worth anything to Brooke. But now she knows, she would do it all again, if she was promised the same ending. If she was promised she would be holding the perfect soft baby girl in her arms, she would go through all the pain again.
Brooke's tired. The hospital is horrible. In her eyes anyway, she hates hospitals. And Peyton, poor Peyton, she hadn't been in a hospital since her mother died. And she was there the whole time, with Brooke, she never complained, and Brooke if grateful, because she needed her best friend too.
Lucas' eyes are glassed over and his whole life is changed forever now.
"Hey, hey Kara, you're such a pretty baby, such a perfect baby, just like your mommy."
Lucas gushes and Brookes expecting a river of tears, but instead he rubs baby Kara's cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Brooke rocks the baby softly in her arms. The baby responds with a soft coo and her eyes crack open.
"Brooke, wow I can't believe she's finally here." Peyton bends over the bed slightly and rubs the babys' soft hand. Her other hand is shoved so far into her mouth Brooke's afraid she might choke. But she doesn't let it show.
Brooke sits up and places the baby in the sorry excuse for a basinet, and Peyton sits down next to Brooke and Lucas in the bed.
Kara Michelle Scott.
Kara Michelle Scott.
Kara Michelle Scott.
Brooke hopes she's nothing like her. Hey, she's got his last name, there's hope.
But she's Brooke and Lucas. They made her together. He made her perfect.
Like the birth mark on her belly on her left side just below her ribs. Lucas has one on the curve of his spine. Lucas made her perfect.
Her icy blue eyes, Brooke doesn't have blue eyes. Lucas made her perfect.
But she has dark dark brown heresy chocolate hair, and Brooke would like to think she contributed that to the perfection of the little being.
They're little being. Hers and Lucas'. Brooke and Lucas' baby. They're child. They're Kara. Theirs and no one else's.
Brooke feels she owes everything to Lucas. He gave her this and she… she… she gave him this. Yes. They did it together.
Everything feels okay. She wants to tell him that she believes that if he just stays within reach, everything will be okay. Everything will be fine. She has all she's ever wanted.
Brooke rests her head on Peytons shoulder and peers out the window.
The sun is setting and the day is ending. Tomorrow Kara will be one day old. Tomorrow everything will be fine. Because he makes everything feel okay. He gave her all she could ever want.
Tomorrow will be fine.
I named the baby after my best friend. Because she makes me happy. Please review, I know this update took forever. Thanks to my readers, I heart you. Sorry its so short too.