Hey...

This has to be the quickest I've ever updated a story; hopefully the rest will come as quick. Just wanted to say thanks to those who read and replied to the first chapter. So, Thanks. Onto chapter 2.

Summary: A one-night stand turns into so much more for these would-be destined lovers. Fate brought them together for a night; but love will keep them there forever.

ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN
CHAPTER 2

Lucas sat in the large leather chair, his fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard, his eyes scanning the screen. He let out a frustrated growl as he rubbed his eyes that had become blurry from hours of work.

Taking a second to glance out the window of his small office he frowned at the progress his company was making. They barely had the foundation up of the new building they were designing and they had been working here in Tree Hill for almost four months now. He couldn't wait until he got to go home and get out of the hot trailer.

His phone rang shrilly from his desk, disturbing his break. He grudgingly picked it up, his hand pulling at the tie that seemed to be suffocating him in the warm summer air. "Lucas Scott speaking." He mumbled into the phone as he cradled it between his ear and shoulder. He had a visitor. "Yeah, send him in."

He heard a light knock on the door a few minutes later; still typing away on his keyboard he didn't bother to see who had entered his office. "How can I help you?" He shot out to the person who had just entered, his eyes scanning over the email he was sending out.

"Lucas." They finally spoke; his eyes darted up to the voice. He smiled hesitantly at the woman before him as he stood from the desk. He opened his mouth to say something, but he wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Brooke." She stated.

"No, I know." He laughed nervously. He cleared his throat as he made his way to his office door, shutting it to give them privacy. "How did you find out where I worked?"

"Well I knew your name, and you had mentioned something about a new development you were working on. It wasn't that hard after that." She explained. He motioned for her to sit as he took his chair behind his desk. "I know I shouldn't be visiting you at work…"

"No, it's fine, really." He reassured her. He fingers rubbed the back of his neck that had become sore. "I could use the break anyway. And, not that I don't enjoy the company, but is there any specific reason as to why you're here?"

"Yeah…" She trailed off hesitantly, her eyes scanning over the office. She noted how he had pictures of Nathan on his desk; some of an elder couple she could only assume was their parents and one of him and Nathan clutching a huge trophy. "You know how three months ago, we kinda had that drunken night?"

He chuckled lightly; he definitely wasn't forgetting that night anytime soon. "Hell of a night." He smirked at her.

"Lucas, I'm pregnant." She drawled out slowly. She let out a slow breath, waiting for any type of reaction from the man whose face was now blank. Lucas sat quietly, his eyes staring at the desk in front of him, his breaths shallow.

"I…" He began to speak, his voice gruff. He took in another deep breath.

"I know it's a lot to take in." She leaned forward, her hand rubbing his soothingly. He licked his dry lips, his eyes searching hers, waiting for her to bust out laughing or have Nathan come in and tell him it was all some kind of sick joke. Neither happened.

"I need a drink." He blew out. He pulled his hand back and searched through his desk drawers until he found the glass bottle. He quickly pulled the top off, not bothering to find a cup and took a big gulp of the gin. He pulled relentlessly at the already loose tie around his neck. "God, its like a hundred degrees in here."

"Yeah…Listen, I don't expect you to do anything. I didn't come here for your money or anything like that." She stood up and started pacing back and forth in front of him, her hands tangling in each other. "I just thought that you should know. And now I'm just gonna go."

"Brooke wait!" He stood up abruptly as she opened the door. He quickly ran to her, shutting the door before she could exit. Their eyes met, each one remaining quiet. He quickly pushed his lips against hers, surprising both of them. He pulled back almost as quickly as he had kissed her, his eyes grazing over her face.

She slowly let her eyes flutter open as she took in a deep breath; her brown eyes met his as he cupped her cheek. "Wha—"

"I want to be there." He stated confidently. He offered her a gentle smile as his thumb drew small circles below her eye. "For both of you." He let his other hand drop to her still flat stomach, his fingers caressing it softly.

"Lucas." She murmured gently, her eyes dropping to his hand on her stomach. She let her hand meet his, stilling his actions. "I don't know if I can go through with this. My family, they'll disown me."

"You haven't told them?"

"I can't." She whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears. "My father; he'll be so mad. And my brother, he'll kill us both."

"So what?" Lucas shrugged his shoulders as he clamped his hand around hers.

"Meet them." She stated, her eyes peering straight into his. "I want them to meet you. That way when they ask about the baby I can tell them that they met you."

He stared at her for a second, trying to read if she was serious or not. After the comment of her dad and brother killing him he was pretty hesitant, but who could blame him? "Yeah, ok." He nodded slowly. He felt more confident of his decision as she pulled him into a hug and rested her head against his chest. He lightly kissed her hair, his hand rubbing small circles on her back to comfort her.

They stood in front of the large house, his eyes staring at the intimidating red door, his feet stilled. "You still want to do this?" She questioned, her hand squeezing his gently to reassure him. He nodded slowly, giving her a shaky smile.

"Wait." He pulled her back as she went to enter the house. "I don't know anything about you. What's your last name? What's theirs? What do you do for a living? What do you do for fun?"

"Slow down." She chuckled softly; he smiled as she did so. "Brooke Penelope Davis. My dad's name is Dan; my mom's is Deb. My brother is 30, his name is Jake. His wife's name is Peyton and they have a two-year old, Jenny. I work at a fashion magazine as the editor. What about you?"

"Well, you already know Nathan. My mom's name is Karen; my dad's is Keith." He paused for a second to think about what else was important. "Oh, I love basketball. I played in college until I threw out my shoulder; it's always been the one bond that Nate and I have."

She smiled at him briefly, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she tried to remember everything he said. "Ok, let's go." She pulled his forward. She paused momentarily as turned to him, her lips pressing against his. "Good luck." She smiled as she swung the door open.

"Daddy!" She pulled him through the house, their hands joined together as she searched for them. He stumbled along behind her, his other hand pulling at the tie around his neck again. She paused right before the kitchen, swatting his hand away from his neck and straightening it. "You'll do fine. One thing, whatever you do, don't mention the whole one-night stand thing."

"Got it."

"Let's do this." She smiled, pulling him through the swinging door and into the kitchen. He gulped, as he saw who he could only assume was her father. He was a big man.

"Brookie!" The man smiled widely as he embraced his daughter in hug. He let her go, scowling as Lucas shifted on his feet. "And who's this?"

"Daddy, this is Lucas." She rejoined his side, her hand slipping into his to support him. "Luke, this is my father, Dan." Lucas stood frozen to his spot as her father eyed him. She nudged his side playfully, breaking him from his stupor.

"It's nice to meet you sir." Lucas offered his hand. Dan glared at it before shaking it briefly and dropping his hand back to his side. "Your daughter is a very special woman."

"Yeah, she is." Dan deadpanned. Lucas glanced over at Brooke, pleading for help.

"I'm going to say hi to mom, you two play nice." Brooke scurried off into another room leaving Lucas with her father. Lucas smiled up at the man and let out an uneasy laugh.

"So tell me Lucas." Dan swung his arm around the younger man and led him through an outside door into the back yard where the rest of their family was gathered around a man who was playing a guitar. "How did you meet my daughter?"

"We actually met at my brother's wedding." Lucas answered hesitantly, his eyes scanning hopefully to catch a glimpse of Brooke, the only one who could actually save him right now. He couldn't believe that she had left him alone with her father. "She insulted my best man's speech. I knew I had to get to know her more."

He let out a sigh of relief, a little louder than he wanted to as he saw Brooke dragging a blonde woman with him in their direction. "Lucas!" She called causing Dan to drop his arm from his shoulder. "Mom, this is Lucas Scott; Lucas, this is my mother, Deb."

The elder woman offered him a gentle smile, which he easily returned. It was time to turn on his charm. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Davis." He kissed the back of her hand as he had done to Brooke when they first met. "I can see where your daughter gets her stunning looks from."

"Yeah, me." Dan laughed lightly as he stood behind his wife. Brooke finally rejoined his side, their hands finding each other's effortlessly. It had become almost second nature for them; it just seemed to fit.

"Either way, she's astounding." He smiled down at her by his side. She smiled back up at him, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight that had fallen over them. He lightly kissed her temple before turning back to find that her parents had disappeared.

"You could be an actor." She laughed quietly once she had noticed they were alone.

He shrugged coolly, his thumb drawing lazy circles on the back of her hand. "Wasn't that hard."

"Thank-you, for doing this for me." She mumbled softly as she leaned into his side, her shoulders shaking slightly from the chilly night air. He quickly shrugged his jacket off, draping it around her and pulling her closer to his body.

"So, which one is your brother?" He asked as he grazed around the backyard. "Please tell me it's not him." Lucas motioned to a muscular man standing against the side of the house.

"Nope." She led him across the grass to the group of people who were still listening to the man play the guitar. "That's Jake. He's a musician."

"He's good." Lucas admitted as he finished a song. He smiled gently to himself as he watched him pick up the toddler who he assumed was Jenny and bounce her against his chest. Brooke stood up straight as he approached, the curly blonde appearing out of nowhere and joining him.

"Brooke!" He pulled her into a half-hug, his daughter balanced on his hip. "Hi, I'm Jake." He offered his hand to Lucas who immediately shook it. "This is Jenny; and this is my wife Peyton."

"Lucas." He smiled as he shook Peyton's hand. "She's cute." He smiled as he tickled the little girl's side causing her to let out a squeal of delight.

"Thanks." Jake beamed proudly at his daughter. "She's my life."

"I'll bet." Lucas chuckled softly as Jenny tore herself free from his grip and took off running around the back yard. "Kid's are a handful."

"You have any?" Peyton questioned curiously.

"Not yet." Lucas chuckled softly as he felt Brooke clamp his hand. "But my mother used to run a daycare out of our house and she made my brother and me help." Both nodded before scurrying off.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Brooke offered happily that her family seemed to get along, dare she say, actually like Lucas.

"No. Not bad at all." Lucas agreed as he pulled her into his body once again. "But we still haven't told them. About, well, you know."

"I know." She whispered. She spun into his chest, her face buried into his shirt as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He tensed at first before relaxing into it, her hands rubbing her arms to warm her. "I'm just scared."

"I know." He spoke softly, soothingly. "Me too." She slowly pulled back, her cheeks containing black streaks from where she had obviously been crying. He tried to pull her back but she pulled away and hurried into the house. He watched after her, wondering if he should follow, but figured she probably wanted to be alone.

"Lucas." Peyton approached his this time; Jenny cradled in her arms, the little girl sleeping peacefully against her shoulder. "What's wrong with Brooke?"

He quickly glanced back at the doorway she had gone through, his neck heating up as he thought of something to say. He found his hands pulling absently at the tie once again as Peyton waited for an answer. "She, uh…"

"Can you hold her?" Peyton stepped forward. Lucas' eyes widened as she started to hand over her daughter. He cleared his throat nervously; as he stumbled out something even he couldn't understand. "Please? Jake's busy and I have to find out if she's ok."

He shifted the sleeping toddler in his hands cautiously as to not wake her from her slumber. He finally settled her against his chest, bouncing her gently after she emitted a soft cry.

A few minutes later he saw Brooke reemerge from the house, her make-up fixed and all signs that she had been upset gone. She looked wonderful. She smiled brightly at him as he handed Jenny back to Peyton. "I'm sorry about that."

"Hey, don't worry about it." He reassured her.

"Come on." She grabbed his hand and led him back through the house. He followed behind, curious as to where she was taking him. "We don't have to stay." He nodded in understanding as they got in his car.

They finally arrived back at his work. All of the cars were gone except for hers and the machines were finally quiet. "I just want to thank-you again for tonight." She murmured as they stepped from his car.

She slowly made her way to hers, her keys dangling from her hands as she prepared to get in. "It was fine. I actually had a little fun."

"Yeah. I guess, I'll see you around." She smiled sadly as she shrugged his jacket from her shoulders and handed it back to him. He nodded slowly, his eyes drifting to the ground as she opened her door.

She got in, her engine roaring to life as she slammed the door shut. He gradually backed to his car as she backed out of the parking space. She drove past him, their eyes meeting briefly. "Brooke wait!" He jumped in front of the slow moving car, his hands thumping against the hood.

He quickly ran around to the side and pulled the door open. "Lucas, what are you doing?" She questioned as he pulled her from the car.

"Just, just wait." He breathed out. "Maybe…maybe this doesn't have to be it."

"Luke, please."

"No." He stated forcefully. "I mean, you're going to have my child. I want to be in their life. I want to be in your life."

"It'd be too hard." She spoke shakily as he joined their hands together.

"All that stuff I said today, I didn't have to lie." He spoke as though even he wasn't sure if what he was saying made any sense. "You're an amazing woman. And I think that we could make something work."

"We—"

"Marry me."