Author's Note:  Hey guys, yet another installment.  Hope you enjoy and I look forward to your rants and comments.  Thanks for everything.  As always, Carys, Colleen and Jess...I love you guys!  Ann, you SO rock and all I have to say is I pity the fool that ever pisses you off!!  LOL!!!  I'll keep trying to write you, kid!

Brooke smiled as she mulled over the magazines full of baby clothing. Sascha Naj was in the process of designing a new line for infants and toddlers and in the meantime Gordon had been steadily on the lookout for the latest in high profile kiddie fashion. "The baby will be dressed!" he loved to say with the snap of his fingers. Still Brooke couldn't help but to be more than a little excited. Each day her belly grew more and more and she knew she was one step closer to fulfilling her lifelong dream of finally becoming a mother. Putting together a nursery and choosing tiny booties and sleepers were just icing on the cake as far as she was concerned. Her train of thought was interrupted by a sudden knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in..."

"Hey, it's me", Lucas smiled as he entered the room. "I just came by to see how you're feeling."

"I didn't know you were back yet", Brooke grinned as she looked up from her books. "How was your trip?"

"Good. We beat Portland by 12. Just one step closer to the play offs."

"That's cool. I mean, I'm happy for you. I'm doing okay. Just enjoying my lazy Saturday. Gordie sent over these baby magazines if you want to look at the clothes."

Lucas sat down and began thumbing through the pages.

"Wow, they're so cute and small. And so many to choose from. Leave it to Gordon, huh? I can't believe Dolce & Gabana have an infant line."

"We've already done some baby shopping and he is more excited than I am", Brooke laughed.

"Have you decided, you know, when it comes to the sonograms if you want to find out if it's a boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet. It would be a nice little surprise at the end of nine months, then again I don't know if I can wait that long."

"Yeah. I know what you mean. But other than that, you're feeling okay?"

"Occasional fatigue and sickness but nothing out of the ordinary. It's just these damn cravings that are kicking my ass. Last night I ate pickles dipped in chocolate. Can you believe that? And I have been craving decent seafood for weeks..."

"Seafood?"

"Hell yeah. What I wouldn't give for fresh oysters and scallops...ooohhh and smoked salmon and a baby lobster. Yum!"

"Really? Look, I know this place that has great seafood. Maybe I could take you there tonight, I mean, if you don't have plans already..."

"Oh Luke, I don't know..."

Being civil was one thing, attempting to be friends another but Brooke didn't know if she was up to spending regular quality time with Lucas again. Besides, what if he got the wrong idea? After all, they were still legally separated and in the midst of a divorce.

"I promise, we'll go just as friends", he said as if he could read her mind.

"What if...no offense Lucas but I don't feel like getting harassed by reporters."

"I know. I feel the same way. But what if I told you I was taking you to a really low key place with delicious food and a private table where no one would bother us."

"I don't know, Luke..."

"Okay", he teased. "Fine. I'll just go by myself and eat lobster and shrimp and scallops and salmon and..."

"Okay, okay", she pouted. "Fine! I'll go but just as friends and this place better be low key."

"Friends and low key...got it."

"And for your information, I am only going because I am starving and this kid inside of me is on a huge seafood kick."

"Gee, thanks", he laughed. "Meet me outside in two hours. Oh and bring a sweater."

"Sweater? It's hot as all hell outside."

"Just in case it gets breezy later", he nodded, shutting the door.

Brooke sighed as she showered, washed her hair and stood in front of the huge walk in closet for what felt like forever as she decided on what to wear. Finally she chose a sleeveless off the shoulder silk ivory top, black slacks and heels. She had a shawl that would match perfectly. By the time she had applied make up and fixed her hair to its usual perfection, it was time to meet Lucas. She took one deep breath as she headed downstairs, praying she wasn't in over her head.

"Hey. You look great", Lucas smiled appreciatively as he opened the limo door for her.

"Thanks", Brooke replied uneasily.

A ride in the limousine had been the last thing she was expecting. The only thing that shocked her more is when they rode into the city out to LaGuardia International Airport.

"Uh Luke, tell me your idea of low key wasn't a Red Lobster special on the runway."

"Even better", he grinned as he helped her out of the car and over to where the private plane was docked.

"Lucas what in the hell? No. No way am I getting on this plane with you. What is going on? I thought we were going to dinner."

"We are. Come on, it'll be fun. And who knows, it could be my very last ride on this bad boy considering you haven't officially halted divorce proceedings and according to your lawyer you will be the sole owner in about a year so I figured, what the hell, right?"

She looked up to see him wink at his lame attempt at a half joke.

"I so cannot believe I am doing this", she muttered as she boarded. "Why the hell couldn't this kid just crave Burger King?"

The take off was smooth and the ride quiet. Lucas was just happy to be in his wife's company while Brooke had other things on her mind. She hadn't been on that plane in what felt like forever. It was funny just how quickly life could change.

"Mr. and Mrs. Scott, we are now descending upon our final destination, Calgary, Alberta", the pilot said as they prepared for landing.

"Calgary, Alberta?" Brooke asked. "Like as in Canada."

"Yeah", Lucas shrugged. "Oh I hope you don't mind if we make one pit stop before we eat."

Brooke sat silently. Her hormones were way too out of control to be dealing with Lucas in that type of situation anyway. She found herself torn between wanting to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time.

Another limo awaited their arrival at the Canadian airport and after passing customs, they were whisked away into the city. A few minutes later the car stopped in front of a theater. The headline read "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

"I...I love this opera", Brooke said to no one in particular.

"I know", Lucas said as he followed her up to their private balcony seats.

Pretty soon the opera started and Brooke seemed enthralled. Both she and Lucas had always loved the story of Shakespeare's characters Demetrius and Lysander who both vied for the affections of Hermia. Hermia loved Lysander but her father wanted Demetrius for a son in law. To make matters even more complicated, a woman named Helena wanted Demetrius. It was a twisted yet comical tale of two couples in love with the wrong partners and ultimately they are rightly brought together. As much as he loved Shakespeare, it was impossible for Luke to give his undivided attention to the opera. He couldn't take his eyes off Brooke as she watched so intently, laughing at times, crying at others. God, she was beautiful and he loved her so.

The opera ended to a resounding standing ovation and Brooke and Lucas left the theatre to have dinner. On the way out they couldn't help but notice a poster for the opera with the tag line, "Love makes fools of us all".

"You got that right", Brooke mumbled.

The couple was once again quiet on the way to Cannery Row, the fine seafood restaurant located in the heart of downtown Calgary. It was a nice place and as promised the dining was more than exquisite. There were no nosy reporters with equally hounding photographers. For one night they could just be a normal couple having a normal dinner.

"So did you satisfy your seafood craving, my lady?" Lucas grinned.

"Yes I did", she giggled. "I am happy and so is our baby."

"Good."

"Gosh, I can't believe I ever let you talk me into this, Lucas Scott. Jetting off to Canada for an opera and dinner."

"But you had a good time, right?"

"It was okay", she shrugged.

"Just okay?"

"Fine! Fine! I had a fabulous time! I loved the opera and the food and this is the most fun I have had in a while", she finally admitted with a laugh.

"Ditto. Brooke, I...I don't want this night to end...ever."

"What else is there to do, Luke? God, you've already surprised me with everything under the sun!"

He wrinkled his eyebrows and gave her a smirk. She was of little faith he thought as yet there was still one more plan on the agenda. They ended up at Beat Niq, a cozy jazz and blues club Brooke and Lucas had visited once before early on in their marriage.

"Oh my God...", Brooke whispered.

"Feel like dancing?" Lucas asked.

And they did. For a few hours they laughed and joked and talked. They listened to the music then held each other close as they danced. Brooke hadn't had more to drink all night than Lemon Water but she felt drunk with happiness. It was a good feeling that had her floating all the way to the airport. Before she knew it, her Cinderella like night was over and once again they were back at the Connecticut house.

"So did you have a good time?"

"The best!" Brooke yelled as Lucas walked her inside the house. "I still feel like dancing!"

She grabbed his hand and they both hummed a tune as they danced and giggled throughout the house. It was the first time in a long time that Brooke hadn't thought about Lucas's lies or affair. For one night they were Broody and Cheery again. God she had missed him! His laugh, his smile, the way he melted her when he gazed deeply in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful...", he whispered.

"Lucas..."

"I love you, Brooke...so much."

He couldn't help himself as his lips brushed against hers. He kissed her again and took a leap of faith by parting her sweet, rosy lips with his tongue. She didn't resist, instead, she responded by ramming her tongue down his throat, moaning in his mouth as she relished his taste.

They kissed their way up the steps and into Brooke's room where he gently eased her down on the bed. She let out a whimper when his hands found her sensitive breasts. She had been sex deprived for months and the hormones of early pregnancy had turned her into a raging, closet nymphomaniac. Brooke ripped at his shirt, loving the once familiar feel of his hard, bare chest.

"God, I want you", she breathed.

"Me too. Babe, I've wanted you too."

"Now you get to have me", she winked.

"I want all of you, Brooke", he said in between kisses on her neck and chest. "I want you. I want us. I want it to be just like it was. I love you so much. I know I messed up but tonight was a perfect night. We were perfect together. Don't you see, Brooke? We can have our life back. We can have everything together."

His words pulsed through her like a hot searing knife. All of a sudden it was back to reality.

"No!"

"What's wrong?"

"We can't...Lucas, oh God, you have to leave."

"Brooke, I don't understand..."

"This isn't supposed to be that. None of it is, Luke. Tonight was a mistake. Yeah it was fun and it may have been like old times but things have changed. Lucas, you and I have changed. I wanted to make an effort not to hate you because of our child. We owe that to this kid. And if we can be friends or maybe more one day, then great but not today.

"But Brooke, I love you."

"And I love you, too. That's why this all hurts so bad. But I can't. Not now, maybe not ever."

"But tonight was fun. It was perfect. Brooke, it was so nice getting caught up in the moment and forgetting about all the crap that has happened to us."

"Yeah it was but it doesn't change what happened. And it doesn't change what you did. Okay? We're not this happy hubby and wife duo anymore, Lucas. We're roommates at worst, trying to be friends at best. I'm sorry. Yes I love you but it's not about you anymore. It's about this child."

Lucas swallowed hard trying not to let the hurt show.

"Brooke, I know you're hurting. And I know it's my fault and I'm sorry. But I love you and I love our child and I want us to be a family. And we will be one day. I have faith that our love can do anything. And I will spend the rest of my life being a better man trying to prove that to you."

"Just leave...please, Lucas. Go."

He nodded and left as she sat on the bed, an avalanche of tears proceeding. That night husband and wife lay in separate beds, tears streaming down their respective faces as they remembered the good times of the past and the sweet short memory of one perfect evening.