Disclaimer: We own none of this. It is property of Mark...Schawn...I really butchered that. I'm really sorry to those who can spell it. I write well...thank the Lord Almighty for spell check. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter that only one author wrote...I think she did pretty good. Now, please review and tell her the same!

Brooke let the towel that was holding her wet hair off her back fall from her head as she slipped on the overly large sweat shirt she was planning on sleeping in. As she looked into the mirror brushing her hair she finally noticed which random article of clothing she had grabbed. Scott's Body Shop. Lucas never went anywhere without this article of clothing but obviously he was without it now. As she moved to the bed to lay down her thoughts couldn't help but return to the matter at hand, the fact in only what seemed like a few short months she was going to be a mother. The need to vent caused her to reach over lazily into her nightstand grabbing her next best friend to Peyton, a blank white page now in front of her.

It's even more scary now that he's not here anymore. Since the moment I told him that I was going to be the mother to his first born child he's been by my side and I must say I was not expecting that type of reaction what so ever. I was expecting more along the lines of yelling and throwing things like my parents do when they are faced with a situation they do not know how to handle. It's just way too quiet here and I can't help but be forced to actually face the consequences of my actions. I am going to be a mother, you happy now? I admit it I am going to be a teenage mother, a teenage mother who has no idea how to be one due to the fact she never really had a mother herself. A teenage mother who never had a mother and who's unborn child's father cheated on her once upon her time with her best friend.

That's all in the past though, or I keep trying to tell myself and force myself to believe it. Even my own thoughts now are becoming even more and more redundant. I could not possibly be falling for Lucas Scott again, and yet deep down I am. It's like I can not even win this battle I am trying to fight. I can sit here and force myself to hate him but as soon as I rush to the bathroom I am reminded once again of why I am launching and the cause. But this baby was created in love was it not? Can you imagine in the future when your child asks you how Mommy and Daddy met and you have to explain to them that Mommy met Daddy when she was half naked stripping in the back seat of his Uncle's car because she wanted to be the one to get in his pants first before any other girl had the chance? I should not even be thinking that far into the future. At my age I should not even me thinking of baby names and what color it's room will be. At my age I should be thinking of what party I will be going to this Friday night and with who, or if I'm going to crowned Homecoming Queen. Until a few days ago I was thinking just about that too.

My life is not as ruined as I am sure people are going to tell me when they find out. But why sure I even care about the looks and what people are going to say? I am going to have this baby no matter what. He says he will help, he says his mother will help too but I would be going through with this regardless. The other night was odd but I do not think either of us would have changed it, I know Lucas would say that we can not change it now we just move on with events. I know he is as terrified as I am not only about this unborn child but us, us trying to have a relationship again, us trusting one another. Did sleeping together change anything? Or did it change everything? Now it just seems like one big puzzle that's already been completed and now just being rearranged.