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Chapter 23: I Don't Want To Miss A Thing

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming

Brooke stirred awake in Lucas's arms, hearing the soft melody ringing from the alarm clock. She sprang up, hitting Lucas hard in the face. He groaned and grabbed his jaw. "Good morning to you too, Brooke." He frowned.

"Lucas! We overslept! We have to be at the doctor's office in thirty minutes!" She cried, rushing to pull clothes out of the closet. "Which one? The loose and comfy, Im-sick-and-clearly-have-no-idea-what-is-wrong-with-me pajamas? Or the less loose, but more fitting Im-pretty-sure-I-know-why-Im-here-but-Im-still-nervous velour sweet suit?" She rambled quickly. Lucas had half a mind to groan and throw a pillow over his head, but he understood how important (though in his mind crazy) it was to Brooke.

"I think you look perfect in either, but I don't know if wearing 'Im sick and clearly have no idea what is wrong with me' pajamas is best. You do have an idea."

"Thanks, Broody. You were actually helpful for once." She smiled, walking briskly toward the shower. A few moments later Lucas's head came off the pillow.

"What do you mean 'for once'?" He pouted to no one, lifting his body out of the bed. He found a button up shirt that appeared and smelled as though it was clean, and a pair of khaki pants. Brooke returned, clad in only two towels: one around her head and another around her torso.

"Luke? Have you seen my long white socks?" She asked, searching threw her drawers.

"I don't think you have any of those." He answered in confusion.

"Of course I do. Everyone woman should have at least one pair. They're like regular underwear, you can't always wear thongs. You need some for when-"

"Brooke! I get it!" He exclaimed in horror. "I haven't seen them." He tossed back over his shoulder as he took his turn in the shower.

"Gosh, men. Unbelievable worthless." She shook her head as she went back to searching for the elusive socks.

About fifteen minutes later, they were in the car and on their way. Brooke had given up on the search for the socks, settling for ankle ones instead, and Lucas had agreed to change his shirt to a freshly washed black one. Lucas smiled to himself as he watched Brooke play with her nails as she hummed indistinctly along with the song on the radio. She drove him insane sometimes, but moments like this he treasured. It may sound cheesy, but he'd gladly take her yelling at him a million times over for not wearing correctly matching shoes if it meant he could see her smile at him when he told her she looked beautiful.

"We're here." He announced, pulling into the parking lot. "And on time."

"Thank, god. You were driving like Haley." She remarked, opening her car door and getting out.

"I was being cautious." He defended, sliding his arm around her waist as they walked into the doctor's office together.

"Overly cautious if you ask me." She rolled her eyes. "You were brooding, weren't you?"

"I was not brooding. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a beautiful person sitting next to me." She'd never know the truth in his words.

Rolling her eyes, she approached the front desk. "10 am appointment for Brooke Davis?"

The nurse at the front desk shifted some papers around, before punching in her name. "Ah, yes, there you are. You can have a seat until you're called. It won't be much longer, there is only two more patients ahead of you."

"Thank you." She smiled weakly. Lucas had already dived into the worn September edition of Sports Illustrated, clearly set there for all the men who had accompanied their significant others. "So, it won't be much longer." She gulped. He looked up from his readings.

"Don't be so nervous. I'll be here for you the entire time. I'm always going to be here for you." He confirmed as he took her hands. A lone tear escaped from Brooke's eye and he gently wiped it away. "Always."

"Ms. Davis?" A nurse called from the doorway, hold a manilla file in one hand.

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I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure

"I am seriously going to go Texas Chainsaw Massacre on someone if I don't get some sleep! Why in the hell does everyone feel the need to be up so freaking early!" Nicole shouted from atop the stairs, sending the entire house into pure silence.

"God, I know how you feel." A small voice squeaked behind her, startling her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, honey." Haley laughed. Her hair was ruffled and her face had lines on them from her pillow.

"You weren't up? I thought you wake up at like, the butt-crack of dawn or something." She grumbled.

"Usually, but I didn't get much sleep last night." She admitted, hoping to god she didn't realize why.

"Why?" Nicole questioned, too tired to think about possible reasons.

"Just... stuff." She shrugged, a small lying smile tugging at her lips. Haley had never been the best liar.

"Whatever... can you just get whoever's down there to shut up so I can go back to sleep?"

"Of course." Haley smiled, pressing a small kiss on her forehead as she moved past her down the steps. Immediately she regretted the decision, her appearance was less than satisfactory by the music business standards. One of the many downfalls of her career, although she could normally avoid most of the negative comments with an acceptable response to a reporter's question. She was dreading the upcoming month. Red carpets were rolled out all over the place, and she was expected to attend at least half, if not more because of her album drop. Pushing the thoughts of personal questions, nightmarishly tall high heels, and pictures in magazines to the back of her head with a simple shake, Haley continued to search threw the expansive house for the voices that were seemingly teasing her by coming from what seemed like all over.

The kitchen came before she found the owners of the voices and she decided to make a small pit-stop.

"Can I get you something, Miss?" A pleasant-looking woman smiled at her.

"Uh... no. But you... uh... could please tell me who you are." Haley half-smiled apprehensively.

"My name is Jackie, dear. I'm Mr. Scott's maid. I just started this morning, but have familiarized myself with most of the rooms already, except for the bedrooms, as they were seemingly occupied, but I know this kitchen if you need something."

Haley resisted the urge to snort in laughter. Why is it that Nathan getting a maid didn't surprise her? "Um, no thanks, Jackie. I'm just going to have a croissant. " She told her politely, grabbing a pastry out of the container and shuffling out of the room quickly. For some odd reason, she felt intimidated by the new maid. They had always made her uncomfortable, mainly because they could easily know everything about you. And they had that knowing smile that kind of creeped her out.

"Haley? Babe, is that you?" Nathan's voice called from behind the slightly ajar door she had just passed. She had yet to be down this way in the few days she had been here. It seemed sort of off limits, but she was afraid of the catastrophic events that might occur if Nicole was woken again.

She pulled back her hair, making herself somewhat presentable. After opening the door, she wished she hadn't. A long brown table lay in front of her, filled with important looking men in suits that looked identical. Nathan sat in a big chair closest to the door. "Hi. I hope you don't mind I'm down here, I just, Nicole, and she was going to kill someone if she didn't get some sleep, and thinking about it, I still haven't seen Hannah and-" She rambled breathlessly, only to see Nathan's smiling face.

"Hales, calm down. I don't care, go wherever you want. Peyton dropped Jenny and Hannah off at some store. And Nicole always wants to kill someone." He told her, sliding his arm around his waist to bring her onto his lap. He leaned in to kiss her, but her back tensed and he noticed she was looking at the room of men who were also visibly uncomfortable. "Oh, yeah, guys, this is Haley James, the love of my life," He said with adoration, watching her blush feverishly. "Haley, these are the people that take care of my crap." He added dully.

"Nice to meet you. Um, I think I should probably go... I need to shower and stuff, I'm a mess." She smiled apologetically. He drew her in closer and placed a small kiss on her lips.

"I think you look beautiful, but I need to get back to this meeting. But we're going out when I'm done, alright?" He whispered in her ear.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll just have Jackie iron my best and oh, maybe she can fluff you're pillow too!" Haley mocked, feigning sweetness.

Nathan cringed. "I'm never going to hear the end about having a maid, am I?"

"Duh." She rolled her eyes, walking back toward the open door. "You screw up."

He laughed as the door closed and he faced the room of men. "Well, where were we?"

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I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

"I bet you she's still sleeping." Hannah laughed from inside a dressing room.

"Wouldn't surprise me." Jenny agreed. She threw a shirt over Hannah's door. "Try this on. And I think I might buy that sweater, but maybe in the lime green instead of the purple?"

"Who is 'Armor for Sleep?'" Hannah questioned, reading the band name on the vintage shirt she was given.

"A band. Duh." Jenny laughed. "My mom told me about them. She gave me a cd of theirs. I really liked it. Car Underwater was probably their best track."

Hannah pulled back the curtain, walking to the mirrors. "Alright, so I'm confused here. One day you call her Peyton, and the next you're calling her mom. What's up with that? And I think I need to buy this shirt, it looks so choice with this plain black shirt under it, but do I need this mini skirt too?"

"Yes, you do. And these converses." Jenny wisely told her, throwing a pair of white and black classic converses at her. "I don't know.. It's complicated. She's not really my mom, but she still is in all the ways that count. God, why is Tree Hill filled with so much drama? I can't wait to get out of this sinkhole."

"Like it gets much better once you leave. Look at our parents. It seems like Tree Hill follows you no matter where you go. And you're so buying that sweater." Hannah says, retreating back to the dressing room.

"Only two years 'till I can drive though. Maybe I'll drop out, change my name and move to Canada." Jenny smiles wistfully at her reflection in the mirror. Hannah sticks her head out of the room.

"Like you could handle living in Canada. You get mad when the temperature drops below 60 degrees."

"Then-"

"Don't even say Mexico because you dropped out of your Spanish class."

"FINE! Then I'll move to France!"

"I thought you said you were going to drive though... you couldn't drive to France. There's a little thing called the Atlantic Ocean chilling there. And sorry, no bridges."

-.-.-

'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

Brooke gulped and looked nervously over at Lucas. "Let's go Cheery. We can do this. Together, we can do this." He whispered encouragingly in her ear. She nodded and they stood and followed the nurse back to the room.

Flashback Spring Break, senior year

"Come on Brooke! Just jump in already!" Lucas yelled from inside the lake. From her view on the dock, it seemed like the lake needed a serious clean up job.

"I don't want to." She shook her head. She watched as Lucas climbed the latter on the dock and walked over next to her. He offered his hand and kissed her cheek.

"Do it with me. It'll be fine." He promised quietly. "I mean, even Haley is in." He said more loudly. Haley threw him a death glare.

"Gee! I wonder how that happened." Haley yelled from her spot that she was treading water in.

Lucas looked over at her hopefully. "If you don't then I'll get out too."

"Lucas..." She sighed. She wanted him to have fun too. And like he said, even Haley was in. And she was pregnant. "Alright.." She gave in.

"Together okay? On three. One, two, three!" He yelled and they both jumped off the end of the dock, hand in hand.

End of Flashback

The nurse, Kathy, took minor tests, then asked why Brooke had scheduled this appointment. When Brooke answered she thought she may be pregnant, Kathy just nodded, recorded the information in Brooke's folder, and quickly left. "Lucas! I can't handle this wait." Brooke shuddered.

"Deep breaths, Cheery. Deep breaths." He said, flipping the page in his magazine.

"Lucas!" Brooke shrieked as tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you acting like you just saw The Fog, bored and uninterested? This is our lives Luke!"

Lucas smirked and looked up. "Brooke, I am pretty confident that you are pregnant, and if you aren't, then you aren't. But, if you are, then I'll be here for you. And excuse me if I don't let you work yourself up over something that we are already pretty sure of."

A gentle knock sounded on the door, cutting off Brooke's protest. "Ms. Davis? How are you doing?" Her doctor smiled.

"Nervous." Brooke whispered truthfully.

"Most are," she smiled warmly and gave Brooke a cup and led her to the bathroom. "Are you the pending father?" She smiled at Lucas.

"Uh, yeah, I am." He exhaled.

"Are you nervous, too?" She asked knowingly.

"Honestly, I'm scared out of my mind, but Brooke would just feed off of that if I showed it, so I'm trying to remain clam for her."

"Good. It shows you care more for Brooke than yourself." She smiled. "Brooke used to come to me before she moved to college. I'm good friends with her parents. They're a piece of work though, aren't they?" She laughed, Lucas felt some weird calm rushing over him as he watched the doctor be so nonchalant about something so important.

"Yeah, yes they are." He nodded. Brooke came back, looking venerable and frightened. She handed her cup to the doctor and climbed into Lucas's arms.

What seemed like an eternity, the doctor came back. "Well, well, well. You certainly are pregnant, Brooke."

Brooke's jaw dropped and tears once again welled up in her eyes. "But, but the test said it was negative!"

"Home tests aren't always right." She shook her head. "For my first child, Ryan, I took three and all of them were false. Congratulations. Here's a prescription for some prenatal drugs if you choose to take them."

"Broody, we're going to be parents!" She cried. Lucas grinned at her.

"Yeah, we are!" He exclaimed.

Not sure why I ended it there, just did. But there's only about 3 chapters (maybe) left. I have trouble with conclusions though so it might be abrupt or longer.

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