Hey...

Just want to say thanks to all of those who are ready and replying. So, thanks.
And to say that yes, this story is based off of Fools Rush In. That is definitely one of my all-time favorite movies. It won't follow the movie exactly, but it is similar. I hope you like it.

As a note, flashbacks are in italics. Onto chapter 3...

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.

FEELING THIS
Chapter 3

Nathan shoved his keys into his pocket as he hopped up the stairs and swung the trailer door open. He flashed a charming smile at the secretary working busily behind the desk. "Hey Amy." He greeted her fondly. "Is Lucas around?"

"Afternoon Mr. Scott." She smiled back at him. She pressed the intercom on the phone as she informed him he had a visitor. "He's in his office, you can go in." Nathan nodded, waving as he pushed through the second door and shut it gently behind him.

Lucas held up his finger as he finished up on the phone, motioning for Nathan to take a seat. The younger brother did as directed as he propped his feet on the edge of the desk and fiddled with his fingers. "Hey, what's up?" Lucas greeted as he hung up the phone and plopped back in his chair.

"Nothing much." Nathan shrugged. "Just wanted to see if you could grab some lunch."

"Mr. Scott, your…" Amy's voice rang into the room through the intercom. "Wife is here to see you." She finished; Lucas pressed the button, telling Amy to send her in. Nathan furrowed his brow in curiosity; what was Haley doing coming to Lucas' work?

Lucas could feel the room heating up already; he sure wished he had something to drink right about now. He knew everything was about to blow up as soon as she walked through that door. Nathan eyed him over as Lucas began to pull at his tie, something Nathan knew to be a nervous habit of his. Lucas gave him a shaky smile as the door opened and the brunette walked through.

"Brooke?" He questioned unbelievingly as she stood in the doorway. She quickly looked between he two brothers; judging by the confused look on Nathan's face and the worried one on her new husband's, she could tell that Lucas had failed to inform him of their impromptu wedding.

Nathan's eyes shifted back and forth between the two, his eye catching on the shiny ring placed on his brother's left hand. Lucas stood up slowly, meeting Brooke halfway to give her a quick kiss before motioning to her that she should sit. "Nathan—" He began.

"I'm sorry, but did she just say wife?" He laughed humorlessly to himself as the other two exchanged wary glances. He quickly grabbed Brooke's hand and examined the two rings on her left hand, the band matching the one on his brother's. "Please tell me this is some kind of joke."

He frowned slightly as Lucas kept a straight face. "It's not." He spoke softly, not wanting to set his brother off.

"How—" Nathan stuttered out. "How in the hell did that happen?"


"Marry me."

Brooke's laughter rang out into the dark, bouncing off the still machinery. Lucas stood still, his face still, his mouth a straight line. Her laughter abruptly stopped as her eyes met his and noticed that he wasn't laughing with her.

"You're serious?" Her voice came out soft, unsteady. He nodded slowly, the moon catching his blue eyes, illuminating them charmingly. He took a step toward her, closing the already small gap between them. "Are you drunk?"

"I'm serious." He stated sternly. From where she stood she could feel his breath beating against her face; it held no trace of alcohol. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She kept waiting for him to smile, to laugh and say he was just kidding, but his lips stayed still, his eyes stayed connected to hers.

"I know you are." She mumbled quietly. "This is crazy…"

"Listen Brooke." He began as he took one of her hands into his. "I've been with my fair share of women. I mean, a lot of women—"

"Not really helping your case here Lucas." She whispered, his voice holding no humor.

"What I'm getting at is…when I woke up in the morning after a night with them, I would hope that they were gone." He paused for a second to think of how to explain it to her. "But with you, I can see myself waking up to you each morning. I want to wake up next to you."

"I don't even know you!"

"Yeah you do." He nodded for emphasis. "And I know you. I know that when you get nervous you bite your lip; I know that when you smile your nose crinkles ever so slightly. I know that when I hear you laugh my heart speeds up. I know that you think destiny is a load of crap. And I know that you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever met."

"But marriage?" She questioned skeptically. "Yeah, I know about your love for basketball. And how when you smile, your left eye closes just a little bit. And I know that you believe in fate and signs…but none of that stuff is anything to build a marriage off of."

He slowly let his fingers graze her arm, fully aware of the goose bumps that were forming underneath his fingertips. He heard the distinctive sound of her breath hitching in her throat as his other hand touched her stomach. Their lips stopped centimeters away, their breath mixing together between the two. She closed the gap, their lips meeting together softly.

He slowly pulled back, his hand cupping her cheek still as she opened her eyes to meet his. "Tell me you didn't feel that and I'll get in my car and forget this whole thing. But if you felt even a fraction of what I did, then you know that this is right."

His hand slowly slid over, his finger gently prying her lips from her teeth as he smiled at her gently. She felt her lips curling into a smile instinctively as he smiled back at her. "I ask you again Brooke Davis. Marry me."

She slowly nodded her head, both of their smiles widening brightly. He was quick to wrap her in his arms and pull her close as he swung her around. Their laughter mixed together, echoing around them loudly.

"Mom is going to kill you." Nathan stated seriously, a look of horror on his face as though he was imagining the beating his brother would surely endure. "Dad's gonna flip; probably have a heart attack."

"I know." Lucas nodded solemnly. His eye's caught his wife's concerned ones and he flashed her a reassuring smile. "There's another thing Nate…Brooke's pregnant."

"You're a dead man." He deadpanned. He shook his head in disbelief. "And then they're going to kill me for not stopping you. They're gonna say I should have been looking out for you, stopping you from making this mistake."

"Nathan." Lucas stopped him irritably. "I didn't make a mistake." He watched his brother scoff silently to himself; he rolled his eyes, mocking Lucas. "I'm serious."

"Maybe I should g—" Brooke interjected anxiously as she began to push herself up from her chair.

"No, stay." Lucas pleaded with her. She slowly nodded as she sank back into the chair.

"I'm just saying Luke, you've known her what? Three months?" Nathan questioned. Right now he felt like slapping Lucas up side the head in an attempt to knock some common sense into him. "Now you're married with a kid on the way?"

"It wasn't a mistake." Lucas blew out annoyed. Nathan stood up, the chair pushing back a few inches as he did so. Lucas watched him storm out, the door slamming shut behind him.

"I'm sorry." Brooke spoke apologetically as Lucas rested his head against his hands.

"It's not your fault." He mumbled. He let out an audible growl as he flung his tie across the room and pulled the first button loose on his shirt. "He'll get over it."

"I don't want to come in between you and your family." She spoke softly, careful not to set him off. She knew he was upset about the fight with his brother; the seemed really close.

"Don't worry about them." He leaned himself back in his chair. "Come here." He inclined his head. She stood up and walked to his side of the desk and sat on the edge of it. He rolled his chair forward some so he was sitting right before her. "I just want you to know that I don't regret it, not for a second."

She nodded in understanding as he rested his hands against her legs. "Are your parents really going to be that mad?"

"Not mad; just, disappointed." He sighed. He looked up at her, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Growing up, Nathan was always the trouble maker. He did stuff spur-of-the-moment; he would do whatever, go to parties, get drunk, all that teenage stuff."

"What about you?"

"I was always the golden child." Lucas shrugged. "The good kid. I was quiet, always listened to my parents, did all my schoolwork, helped my mom at her café. It's almost like Nathan and I have switched places."

"I've always been the wild child." She laughed quietly. He smirked, she was still wild. That was one of things that drew him to her. "Jake was and still is the good kid."

"Have you told them yet?" Lucas inquired curiously.

"I'm working up to it." She smiled sheepishly. He nodded in understanding, if Jake acted any where near how Nathan did he could understand why she was scared to do so.

"Well, when you're ready, I'll go with you." He promised.

"Thanks." She smiled appreciatively. "I should probably go, my lunch is about up."

"Yeah, I should get back to work too." He admitted unhappily. "I'd much rather stay right here." He smirked as he stood between her legs, his fingers grazing over the exposed skin where her shirt had ridden up. He let out a masculine moan as she sucked on his bottom lip before kissing him briefly. She was quick to push him away before he got the chance to deepen it and hopped of his desk. "Oh come on!"

"Sorry." She smiled wickedly at him as she opened the door. "Work calls." He smiled back, there was no way he could stay mad at her when she smiled like that. She slowly closed the door behind her, leaving him alone to work again.

He sighed lightly to himself, he wasn't really in the mood to work. He considered going to have lunch at his mom's café but quickly decided against it. She would most likely see his ring and question him relentlessly. He wasn't in the mood for that either. He closed his eyes, his mind flooding back to the previous evening.

The newly wedded husband rolled over in the large bed, his arm searching for his new bride but coming up empty. The déjà vu hit him as he opened one eye to search for her. He noted that the balcony door was open, the cold night air filtering into the luxury suite.

He rolled from the bed as he pulled on his boxers and joined her on the balcony. She wore the fluffy hotel bathrobe as she leaned against the railing and gazed up at the sky. "Looking for a sign?" He joked softly as he stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle.

"Maybe." She offered jokingly. She spun in his arms, her eyes dropping from the sky to meet his. "Ok, no." She relented when he gave her a questioning glare.

"They're there." He motioned up to the sky. "Signs are everywhere."

She noted how he shivered as a cool wind swept across them, smiling at how he was dressed in only his boxers. "Well that's a sign that you're cold." He nodded slowly, his teeth beginning to chatter. "Maybe this will warm you up."

She pushed her lips into his; he was quick to respond. He slowly backed them back into the room, closing the door behind them. When he felt his knees hit the back of the bed he turned them and laid her gently onto the bed. "You warm yet?" She questioned huskily as he kissed his way down her neck.

"Oh yeah." He mumbled as she pulled him back up to meet her lips. Maybe they were written in the stars after all.