AN: I honestly didn't expect so many reviews. Thank you so much. I didn't intend to post anything; I just sat down and started writing; so I'm not sure where this story is headed at this particular time. I LOVE JAKE but I'm not a particularly huge fan of Peyton. She has her moments but generally she doesn't do it for me, so I decided Brooke. It made sense, ya know, considering... Anyway I'm glad people enjoy my story so far. Please read on.

DISCLAIMER: I forgot to do this last time. I don't own any aspect of One Tree Hill, if I did things obviously would have taken a much different course...

"Pregnant?" Jake stuttered. "But how? Obviously I know how-" He babbled gesturing towards the toys and other baby paraphernalia spread across the room. "When? Who?"

Brooke stared at Jake as he continued to prattle on and on, some of her signature impatience sneaking back onto her face. "Jake. Hey Jake! Jagielski!" The brunette finally stopped talking when Brooke's booming voice cut into his questions.

"What?"

"Do you actually want answers to your questions or are you going to continue to ask them pointlessly?"

Jake blushed slightly before gesturing for Brooke to continue. "Sorry... I was just- caught off guard."

"Yeah well... Anyway..."

"So when? And who?"

"I just found out... and Lucas." Brooke whispered his name so quietly that Jake hardly heard her.

"I don't know exactly who you said, but I'm assuming it's Mr. Tall, Blonde, and Broody." She nodded miserably, some of the vulnerability creeping back into her face. "What did he say when you told him?" Brooke looked desperately around the room, anything to avoid Jake's glance. "You haven't told him, have you?"

"I-" She was cut off by a baby's cry.

"Hold on a second. That's Jenny."

Brooke nodded and wrapped her arms around herself. "Yeah..."

"Just... Wait here."

Brooke just nodded again and sunk further into the couch, then she smirked the ugly couch did have its merits. It was the most comfortable thing she'd ever sat on. She picked up one of the papers on the coffee table and began to skim it.

When Jake walked back into the living room, carrying Jenny, Brooke was bent over the table, apparently doing his math homework. "Brooke?" Brooke's head snapped up and she dropped the pencil she had been using. "What are you doing?"

Brooke looked at the papers on the table then back at the skeptical Jake. "I was just- It just- Your answer was wrong."

"What?"

"The answer it's 4404.3157 not 1471.412." Jake sat down next to Brooke and glanced at the question. "You're supposed to subtract 27 per cent of the original number not 73 per cent."

"How did you know that?"

Brooke shrugged. "I don't know. Listen, I'm sorry for barging in on you like this. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just I didn't know who else to talk to. I mean you obviously have experience in this type of thing. I just- I'll go now." She stood up and started to leave when Jake's voice stopped her.

"Brooke. Have you met my daughter?"

She turned around and looked at him "What?"

"Have you met my daughter?"

Brooke took a few steps towards the couch. "No, not really. I mean I saw her when you brought her to Karen's that one night..."

Jake stood up and started towards Brooke. He smiled when he placed Jenny in her arms. "Brooke this is Jenny. Jenny, Brooke."

Brooke's normally cold, sharp eyes softened as she gazed at the tiny bundle in her arms. "Hi Jenny." The six month old girl blinked her huge blue eyes at Brooke before slipping back into sleep. "She's so... tiny."

Jake smiled again as Brooke handed his daughter back to him. "Listen Brooke, it's late, why don't you stay here and we can figure out what you're going to say to Lucas in the morning."

"I- thanks Jake, but I have to go."

"But-"

Brooke ran towards the door and was gone in a matter of seconds.