Brooke Davis was a beautiful, bubbly, positive, person. As long as you didn't mess with her family and friends you would be fine. She mid back length brownish redish hair with big hazel eyes and big cute dimples. She was slender with the right things in all the right places. All the guys wanted her and all the girl wanted to be her but they couldn't and there weren't. Brooke was fairly well off she was no where near poor and you could defiantly call her rich. She had lived on her own since she was 15 but it wasn't a big change since her parents were never around. Her parents kept her in money since no daughter of there's could be "poor" which was fine with Brooke. Although Brooke can defiantly hold her own. She had a fashion line and had graduated law school with honors, even with all the obstacles she faced she did and she was proud.
Brooke looked around her huge house it was beautiful and she loved it, it was her dream house with a pool and game room a basketball court and a bunch of other thing. I know what your thinking yes she still is Brooke Davis, she is not married and even when she gets married this coming march she will remain Brooke Davis. She has been engaged for almost a year, marriage was never a big thing for her, in her mind it just seemed to screw everything up and relationships had been screwed up enough for her so why take that risk. But the time came where she had to take that risk after much convincing by her now fiancé.
She walked up to the third floor of her house and went into the smallest room (which in reality wasn't very small). The room was beautiful! It was purple just like her room was when she was little. It had polka dots on the walls with pictures in each polka dot. There was a name on the wall and many tiny beautiful accessaries but the best one of them all was the little brown haired hazel eyed Brooke look alike in the pale blue crib. Jezzabelle Espinoza... the most beautiful and sweetest and greatest little girl in the world. And she was right there all the time for Brooke to play with and hug and cuddle spoil and even that discusting stuff like change her diapers etc.
She picked up the little girl and cradled in her arms. Life was good , but only one thing was missing. He was missing a lot, he was a workaholic and he traveled a lot. When he was home it was great and he was home quite a bit but when he was gone she missed him. She was always busy and she had fun and talked to him at least once a day.. As she gazed out the little girls window to the front drive way she saw a car pull up. It was a royal blue mustang convertible, with black leather seats. It was one of a kind when you saw it you would knew who it was and she knew who it was. Why was he home she wasn't expecting him home for awhile. She set the baby down in the crib and ran outside. Running as fast as she could down the 2 flights of stairs, she ran out the front door forgetting to close it (hopefully the animals wouldn't get out). He saw her running towards him bus wasn't prepared for her to fly into his arms and rap her arms around him in a tight hug.
"MIKKEY!"
