AN: I've never actually been pregnant myself so I'm not exactly sure how all these things work, or how long they take... I've done a little research, but if things aren't right I apologize.

"So," Jake asked. He and Brooke were tangled together on his couch, both looking more than a little disheveled. "How's the little one coming along?" He patted her slightly rounder than normal stomach gently. Her pregnancy was barely visible at this point; you couldn't tell unless you were looking for it.

"Alright, I guess..." Brooke shrugged.

"You guess? What has the doctor told you?"

"I haven't really been to a doctor yet."

"What?" Jake exclaimed. He sat straight up, nearly knocking Brooke off the couch in the process.

"It's not that big a deal, is it?"

Jake shook his head and picked up the phone. Brooke sighed and wandered into the kitchen as Jake made his phone call. "Brooke!"

"What?"

"Let's go."

"Go where?" she asked as Jake came into the kitchen carrying both of their jackets.

"Hospital."

"What the hell do we need to go to the hospital for?"

"I just made you a doctor's appointment, we have to get there, it's in like," he glanced at his watch, "half an hour."

Brooke glared at him for a moment then grabbed her jacket from him and stomped out to his car.

They drove in silence until Jake tossed Brooke his cell phone. "What?"

"Call Peyton."

"Why?"

"Don't you want her to be there with you?"

Brooke let out an annoyed sigh and dialed Peyton's cell phone. "Hello?"

"Peyt?"

"What's up Brooke? Need me to keep Jenny out later?"

Brooke rolled her eyes. "No. Meet me and Jake at the hospital in 15 minutes, okay?"

"The hospital?" Peyton asked worriedly. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Jake'll explain everything to you when you get there."

"Alright. See you in a few."

Brooke hung up and looked at Jake. "Happy?"

Jake turned towards her "Not quite."

Brooke crossed her arms and leaned heavily into her seat. "Whatever." She breathed.

It was Jake's turn to sigh "I'm just worried Brooke." Brooke didn't answer, instead she pretended to be interested in the view. "Fine." Jake muttered. He turned up the volume on the radio so the silence wouldn't overwhelm him. Brooke, hating the song, changed the channel. Jake sent her a look and changed it back and Brooke, grinning to herself, changed it again. "Brooke!" Jake whined. "Stop it." Brooke didn't grin until she was facing away from him. Messing with Jake was fun.

A frantic Peyton barged into the hospital. She ran up to the nurses' station clutching Jenny tightly and practically in tears. "I'm looking for Brooke Davis."

"Brooke Davis?" the elderly nurse repeated. Peyton nodded urgently. "Ah, yes... she has an appointment in maternity. She should be in the waiting room right now. That's the third floor, to your right."

"Thanks." Instead of waiting for the elevator Peyton sprinted up three flights of stairs and ran to the delivery room. She stopped as she saw Brooke and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the waiting room. "What's going on? Is the baby okay?"

"We wouldn't know." Jake said directing his comment more towards Brooke than Peyton. "Because someone hasn't even seen a doctor yet."

"Shut up Jagielski." Brooke muttered.

Jake shook his head as he stood up and took his own baby from Peyton's arms. "Hi Jenny." He cooed. "It's so good to see you. You know why?" He smiled when Jenny giggled. "Because you listen to your daddy."

Brooke stood up to say something when an orderly entered the room. "Brooke Davis?"

"That's me." Brooke said, irritated.

"Dr. Hopewell is ready to see you now."

"Is it possible for us to go in with her?" Peyton asked.

"I'm sorry." The orderly smiled at her. "Only the father." She nodded at Jake.

Jake was about to tell the girl he wasn't the father when Brooke spoke up. "That'll be fine, thanks."

The orderly nodded and left the room. "What the hell Brooke?"

"Look, I just want to get out of here, but I don't want to go in by myself. Just play along."

Jake sighed and handed Jenny back to Peyton. "We'll be out in a few, do you mind watching her?"

Peyton smiled. "No, go on."

"Hello, Mrs.-"

"Ms."

"Ms. Davis and you must be the father."

"Jake." Jake smiled and shook the doctor's hand.

"So... how far along are we?"

"We're not exactly sure." Jake answered. Brooke glared at him. "This is our first appointment."

"Alright." The elderly man smiled. "I'll just take a blood sample and we'll know in a few minutes." Brooke nodded and sat perfectly still as Dr. Hopewell administered the blood test. "I'll be back shortly, if you two don't mind waiting?"

"Not at all." Jake answered when Brooke didn't say anything. The doctor nodded and smiled as he left. "Brooke?" Jake asked when she still hadn't moved. "Are you alright?" He didn't notice until they were face to face how pale she was. "Brooke?"

"I don't like needles."

Jake shook his head and pulled her into a hug. They were in the same position when the doctor returned. "It looks like we have your results Ms. Davis."

Brooke pulled out of Jake's arms and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "So what's going on doc?"

"Congratulations. It looks like we're already into the second trimester."