Disclaimer:: I wrote this chapter by myself! There hasn't been much drama other than the obvious, so I'll work on that. Yet again, I don't own the characters. They are property of Mark Schawn, (yes I know I can't spell). Please accept this as gratitude for accepting my lack of ability to spell.
Lucas pushed open the door slowly pressing himself into the kitchen. His mother sat there. She was wearing what seemed plain, but even that which was plain could look beautiful upon her. She wore jeans that fit her perfectly, and a shirt that revealed her collarbone. She made an impression of whatever she wore. That simple outfit being no exception whatsoever.
He was not so simple. His clothes were those he had worn the day before. They were wrinkle and crumpled. The jeans held a stain from lunch the day before and his shirt smelled slightly awkward. Yet his appearance, nor the appearance of his mother had no matter. They were insignificant to yet another conversation they must have.
As he looked at his mother, he was scared and frightened. He felt like a lost puppy, but this wasn't the home he needed to find to be happy. To be happy he would have to change the past, and none could change that. He took a long deep breath as he made his way in front of his mother.
She looked up from the scrapbook. She wasn't working on it. She had finished it long ago, and Brooke had been there with her when she had finished it. The two of them had worked on it, and Brooke learned of her tales and her adventures. Karen Roe looked over her son and smiled lightly. The smile seemed slightly forced. She was just as distraught as he was, "Long night?"
"Couldn't get much longer..." Lucas said trailing off. He wanted to collapse in her arms and find the solace that he knew wouldn't be coming any time soon. He took a long deep breath, "I was with Brooke, and the two of us talked."
"About?" Karen pushed on ever so slightly. She didn't just lay it on him quickly, but set it lightly in front of him, much like one would set expensive China. She wasn't about ready to push him over the edge. She gave him another smile, that he knew was forced.
Lucas took a long breath before he finally decided to answer, "We talked about keeping the little child inside of her...how we didn't want it to become a statistic." A few stray tears began to come down his face even as he held them back. Everything was just beginning to be a little to much for him. His life seemed to be taking one turn to the next, and now it seems like it came to a screeching halt into a brick wall.
Karen looked at her son and it seemed an instant before the tears came to her face. They were to young to have children. As so many have said before, they were still children themselves. They had the will, and the ability she knew it, but that didn't mean she wanted them to. She would help wherever she could. She knew what it was like in such a situation. She did it all by herself, and had no one to help. She wouldn't make Lucas go through parenthood like that. He would have his mother.
"I'm so sorry..." He seemed to plead with her. He needed her acceptance, and continued to press it forward. He wanted to make sure she was there. He didn't want to be alone. Brooke was there, but he didn't want to lose the people who had always been there. He hadn't even told Keith yet, but Keith would know in time, "I'm so sorry..." He said again as tears continue to fall down his face.
"It's okay," Karen was always the mother. She held Lucas close and just let him cry. The two of them cried together, "You can do this Lucas. I believe you can, and you should too." Her voice was sobbing as she continued to hug him. The two wouldn't break this hold. His head was on her chest, as he continued to sob.
Lucas simply held himself close to her. He'd cry himself out and then go on with his life. He took a deep breath as he pulled lightly away. Karen kissed his forehead, both their eyes red from tears, "I shall believe..." His voice was as calm as he could make it, but even that held an uncertain fear.