Alright, So I apologize fiercely for the super long hiatus. I have no excuse, but Writer's Block. I hope these two chapters are up to par. Please review. And without further ado part two of Brooke and Jake's date.

"Jake…" Brooke breathed when he took off her blindfold. "It's beautiful… Where are we?"

Jake pulled his girlfriend against him, smiling at the admiration in her voice. The cottage was a fair sized A-frame. The cedar wood home sat beautifully nestled amongst the trees, the ocean only a few hundred feet away. The best part of it though was the gardens, his mother and sister had worked for years to make it look perfect and it was. The riot of colors, the mix of smells… "It's our cottage."

"Yours?" Brooke asked quizzically.

Jake nodded. "My grandparents left it to Ben, Erin, Adam, and I when they died."

Brooke clasped the hand he had laid on her protruding stomach and squeezed it gently. "It's beautiful."

Jake kissed her temple and led her towards the door. "Come on."

Brooke looked around, impressed by everything she saw. It was just like Jake's apartment; nothing inside was fabulously expensive, but everything looked so comfortable… A home, that's what it was, another home. She walked over to the fireplace to examine the seemingly hundreds of photos on it. She picked one up and smiled softly, tracing the faces in it.

Jake followed her and laughed at the picture in her hand. "I was four."

Brooke smirked, "And look at that cowlick…"

"Hey!" he tickled her sides lightly.

"So?"

"So?"

"So, what are you guys doing?"

"We were playing." Jake shrugged, "Cowboys and Indians. Ben was fourteen, so he didn't really want to play with us unless he got to be the chief Indian. Adam and Noah were the cowboys and Erin was a princess."

"A princess?"

Jake shrugged again "She was eleven and could wrestle better than any of us, so she got to be whatever she wanted."

"I think I'm going to like meeting your sister." Jake laughed. "So, Ben was the Indian, Adam and Noah were the Cowboys, and Erin was the Princess. What were you?" she looked at him inquiringly when he mumbled something under his breath. "I didn't get that. What were you?"

"The damsel."

Brooke tried to hold in her laughter, but failed miserably. "I'm sorry? The what?"

"The damsel." Jake answered bitterly "Adam and Noah said that the cowboys had to rescue somebody and Erin refused to be rescued, so…"

"You got to be the damsel in distress." Brooke finished.

"I was four!" Jake defended himself, "I didn't have much of a choice." Brooke just continued to laugh. "It's not that funny."

Brooke grabbed his hand as he started to walk away. "I'm sorry." She placed the picture back on the mantle carefully. Jake shook his head and waited as she struggled to keep her laughter under control.

"Come on."

"Where're we going?"

"Tour."

Brooke was curled up on the large window seat when Jake re-entered the bedroom. "Whatcha looking at?"

"The ocean" she murmured as he walked up behind her.

"Wanna go for a boat ride?"

She looked at the choppy ocean water then down at her very pregnant stomach. "I-"

"Not on the ocean… there's this creek-"

Brooke nodded and tugged gently on his shirt, pulling him down to her. She smiled, and then kissed him deeply. "Let's just stay here…"

Jake grinned blissfully, kissed her again, and picked her up. Even six months pregnant she was pretty light. "Okay… let's just stay here…"

Several hours later Brooke was lying contentedly in Jake's arms. "Have I thanked you yet, for bringing me here?"

"Mmm hmm." He said, kissing her bare shoulder. "But you could show me… again." Brooke grinned wickedly and wiggled her backside against her boyfriend's pelvis. "Brooke…" he groaned.

"I'm hungry." Jake groaned again.

"Brooke-"

"Feed me."

The brunette smiled mischievously before snatching all the blankets and sheets and wrapping them around his waist.

"Jake!" Brooke screeched, frantically trying to cover her naked body.

"Be right back."

"Jacob!" She groped around for something to wear; wondering how the hell her jeans wound up under the bed and her bra ended up in the hallway. "Jacob Jagielski! That was not funny-" She was left speechless as she entered the kitchen/dining room and saw Jake lighting the candles he had set up around the room. There were piles of food spread over the long dining room table and the roses Brooke had gathered earlier were in a clear glass vase in the center of it all. "Oh, Jake…"

He shot a crooked smile in her direction "Took you a while to find your clothes…"

"Yeah, well, somehow my underwear ended up in the washroom across the hall."

Jake blushed as Brooke grabbed a dill pickle off a plate and spread a liberal dose of mustard on it. "Eww, Brooke that's gross."

"What?" she looked at the yellow-coated pickle and shrugged. "Relax, Jake, you eat mustard and pickles together on hamburgers all the time…"

"First of all, no I do not; mustard is gross, and second of all I was talking about your underwear. I'm trying to eat here."

Brooke punched him in the shoulder. "You're the one who threw them-"

Jake chuckled and pulled her against him. "I was just kidding." He lightly ran his fingers along the unbuttoned waistband of her jeans and kissed her briefly "You know I like them." Brooke grinned as he kissed her again. "But I like you better without them…"

"Jacob!" Brooke said in a fake scandalized tone. "Now's hardly the time to be talking that way." She pulled away from him and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "And around my babies… Tsk tsk." She wagged a finger at him, in a remarkable imitation of his second grade teacher. She sat down and began piling various foods onto her plate. "Oh, and by the way, have fun finding your clothes."

"What?" Brooke didn't glance up from her plate, where she was diligently covering pickles in all the condiments she could find. "Brooke, what did you do?"

She looked at him and smirked before taking a bite of a plum sauce covered pickle. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Davis." Jake stomped into the kitchen carrying a sopping mass of clothes.

"Yes Jake?"

"You put them in the sink."

"What are you talking about?"

The brunette grinned mischievously before heaving the wet clothes at her head. "That's what I'm talking about."

Brooke sat completely still, not even bothering to remove the soaking wet sock stuck to the side of her head. "Oh, no you didn't."

Jake crossed his arms over his chest. "You put my clothes in the sink."

"You took all the blankets! And the sheets!" Jake just smirked at her. "You'd better run, Jagielski."

"Like you could catch me." He said arrogantly, gesturing to her stomach.

"You so did not just call me fat." Jake grinned at her. "You'd better run." She said, springing out of her chair with surprising agility for a girl six months pregnant. Jake's grin faltered as the red head charged at him.

"Brooke?"

"Run." She repeated.