Okay, here's the next chapter. I'm thinking of writing a Brooke-Nathan story, so give me your ideas on that. Just give me ideas, feedback, questions, anything!

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Mommy, Mommy

Chapter 15

As soon as Lucas entered the room and saw her, he wanted to cry. She looked horrible. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Tears still ran down her cheeks, and her arms were crossed protectively over her stomach.

"Brooke?" He gently asked.

Brooke pulled the single blanket sheet higher up on her body. "What?" She whispered meekly.

"Sweetheart, it's okay." Lucas sat at the edge of the bed, and put his hand on her foot.

"No, it's not." She shook her head nervously.

"Brooke, this isn't your fault." He said sternly, moving higher up on the bed, and grabbing her hand.

"Am I really supposed to believe that Lucas? I was so stupid. I should have been watching where I was going! I should have supported the baby during the fall, instead of myself! I am possibly the worst mother this earth has ever seen! I don't deserve to have kids, I don't deserve anything. I just want to die! I hate myself!" Anger flared in her eyes, and by the end of her rant, she was sobbing.

"Brooke, come here." Lucas pulled her into a hug.

She sobbed into his chest, holding him tightly.

"What have I done?" She whispered.

"Brooke, I love you. I love you so much, and you know what? Nothing that happened was your fault. It was an act of God. Maybe he didn't want us to have this baby. Maybe he wanted us to wait a little longer. I know that both you and myself wanted this baby so badly, but this may be for the best. Honey, everything will be okay. And, the wedding? We can wait. I'll wait forever for you, Brooke Davis. Because you have my heart. There will always be time to have kids, and we will. I want to have kids with you, and we have the rest of our lives, okay?"

"You're so good to me, Luke. I can't believe you'd stay with me. We've post-ponded the wedding three times, and I lost your child."

She looked as if she was about to cry again.

Lucas kissed her. And that was it. They positioned themselves so they were more comfortable, and just cuddled for hours.

He avoided the subject of children, and she was somewhat happy.

It seemed everything would go okay.

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Three weeks later

Brooke had gotten out of the hospital sooner then planned, and had gone home. Lucas had had Nathan clean out the babies room, telling him Brooke would freak out if she took one look at it. Brooke had bluntly told Lucas that, despite his attempts to tell her she was wrong, she felt guilty, and did not want to think about children. So besides that, things had been going well. Brooke still treated Kaylie as a daughter, and Kaylie had still treated Brooke as a mother.

Things were going pretty well.

Brooke, Kaylie, and Lucas were in bed, watching TV.

"Luke, you annoying man, turn the TV back to Gilmore Girls!" Brooke complained.

"Brooke, that show is so girly."

"So are you, now give me the remote!"

"No."

"Okay, Rory and Dean are about to get together again. Don't make me hurt you!" Wow, she could be scary.

Lucas tossed the control at her, and Brooke grinned, turning it back to her station.

Lucas pouted, crossing his arms. "You have the TV almost every night. Tuesday, Gilmore Girls. Wednesday, Jack and Bobby and Smallville. Thursday, The OC, and Sunday, Charmed. I only get three days of the week!"

"Get over it, you get sex, which a lot of men these days don't get."

"First of all, young girl sitting by you! And second, good point."

He was silent for the rest of the night. Partly, because he'd fallen asleep, which wasn't a very good thing at this point. Why? Because he was having a dream about a certain someone.

"Yes, Brooke, I know." Peyton rolled her eyes listening to her friend's rant.

Lucas grinned, kissing her neck.

"Yeah, I'll call you back." Peyton hung up and sighed.

"What's up with the Brookester?"

"I'm sorry, the what?"

"Nevermind, beautiful."

"Lucas, I love you."

"I know." He replied kissing her softly.

"Cocky, bastard." Peyton laughed.

"And proud of it."

"Luke, let's go do something."

"Like?" He kissed her bellybutton.

Peyton giggled, "That."

Lucas shot up, feeling sweat run down his forhead.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just a nightmare, that's all."

Brooke sat up, and felt his forhead. "You're warm. Are you sure you're okay?"

He heard her giggle in his head, over and over again. "Uh, yeah, of course."

Peyton Sawyer was haunting his dreams. If things kept going like this, he'd never be okay.