She looks around. No one.
"Brooke," She hears him call across the room.
Em stumbles over to her, "Sorry, I'm late. Dad was late coming home, and I didn't want to drag Olivia here. She hates doctor's offices enough as it is."
Brooke softened, "It's okay. Thanks for coming."
"Anything for my prom date."
"Brooke Davis." The nurse calls.
"Our turn."
She smiles at his use of 'our'.
The nurse leads them to a room in the back before leaving she turns to Em, "And you are...?"
"The uncle." He shrugs and the nurse leaves the room.
"The uncle?" Brooke asks.
"Well, aren't I going to be?"
"Of course. I never thanked you."
"For what."
"Being my friend...I know it sounds cheesy."
"Not cheesy at all. You're a good friend to have."
There's a knock at the door before the doctor appears.
"So, let's take a look."
A few minutes later they're staring at the black screen.
"Well, it looks like we have a pair of identical twins. See one sac."
Well, there went her hope of having one of each.
"Would you like to know the gender?"
Brooke thought for a moment then shook her head, "No...I think I'll wait."
Em spoke up, "Would you mind if he told me?"
"Sure, why not?"
The doctor scribble it on a notepad and showed the black haired boy who smiled in return.
"I want to see you about once a week if you can until they're born. With twins you could deliver anywhere beginning in the seventh month."
Seven...only a month and a half away. Not very far...
Brooke tried to smile. Its a good thing, right
Prom night came slowly and found the girls of the loft in quiet a state in Brooke's room.
"What do you think?" Brooke asked Mimi, Joanne, and Maureen as she slipped the dress on.
"Brooke! Are you sure about tonight?" Roger's voice came through the door.
Mimi yelled back, "She going! Get over it already."
Then turned to Brooke, "Time for hair and make up."
Mimi had a talent with make up, but the hair not so much.
Joanne, who was never outwardly into any activity deemed 'girly' stepped forward.
"Here."
She pulled Brooke's hair into a simple ponytail before creating small braids to weave around it.
"There."
"Brooke, Em's here."
Brooke smile and got up to meet him, "Well here we go."
It went as Brooke would have dreamed, excluding the whole being pregnant.
"I had a good time, Em."
"Yeah, me too. Brooke you were gorgeous tonight."
"You didn't look half bad yourself."
He laughed, "How about we end tongiht off with a bang? Popcorn and a movie which will inevitably be interuppted by either my parents, my sisters, or both."
"Sounds good."
They arrived just as Olivia was getting ready for bed.
Jaime, Em's father, came out of the hallway. "You guys are back early."
Brooke smiled, "Dancing is a little harder than I thought it would be."
He nods, "Well, Brooke you look lovely, make yourself at home as always."
Em speaks up as the three sit in the living room, "Where's mom."
"She's still at the store with Leena."
The sound of a beeper goes off.
Em shout, "Miss Olivia Grace, guess what time it is?"
"I don't wanna." Comes the shout back.
And Em and his father both roll thier eyes. "Here we go again."
"Would you mind if I tried?" Brooke asks.
"No, go right ahead the meds are on the top shelf in the bathroom."
Brooke makes a quick stop in the bathroom before going in to the bedroom. Em's bed is sectioned off by a curtain and the girls' bunk is on the other side. The three year old is pouting on the bottom.
"Isn't it past your bed time, sweetie?"
"Brooke!"
"It's time to take the medicine."
"I don't wanna. I'm fine." Olivia pouts and crosses her arms.
Brooke scootches towards the girl. "Well, these make sure you stay fine. If I tell you a bed time story will you take the medicine?"
The toddler nods.
"Well, once a time there lived Princess Olivia who liked to run around and talk to all the animals in the kingdom..."
"Animals can't talk." Came a giggle.
"In this story they can. Anyhow, Princess Olivia was going on a treasure hunt one day withe her forest friends, when all of the sudden she didn't feel so good. Her mommy made her stay in bed and Princess Olivia couldn't play with all her friends. So all the animals went in search of the most magical doctor in the land...um...Madame...Brooke...who came to the castle and told the Queen that the princess must drink a special juice every day to make her feel better, but that if she didn't take it everyday...she wouldn't get to play with her friends. So Princess Olivia listened to Madame Brooke and was able to play with her forest friends all the time. ANd they lived happily ever after. How does that sound?"
Olivia nodded and Brooke was able to get the girl to take her medicine.
Brooke left the room when Olivia had finally fell asleep and ran into Em.
"You're really good with her."
"I try."
Three weeks passed and Brooke found herself being dragged to all the big sights in New York by her brother.
"This is where the band and I played our fist gig." Roger told her as the began to head back to the loft.
"Really? Impressive." She teased.
"So, how are you feeling? With Mimi too, I haven't been such a great brother again."
"It's okay. I'm...shit."
"Brooke? If you think that..."
"No, Rog, it hurts...I think we need to head towards the hospital."
Roger began to panic just slightly, but kept his cool enough to guide his sister towards the hospital her and Mimi had picked. The contraction began getting closer for Brooke.
But as they arrived to the hospital they were surpised to find Collins taking a smoke break at the front.
"Roger? Thank God, we've been trying to get a hold of you, did you get the message?"
"What message?"
Collins gave him a strange look, "What messa...man, then why you here?"
"Brooke."
Collins gawked. "Oh, shit. Roger, man you need to get in there, Mimi's already started. I'll take care of Brooke, don't worry man. Roger, go...Mark's in there right now with her."
Brooke tried not to panic as her brother left her.
Collins guided her to a wheelchair, "It okay, Brooke, hun...you'll be just fine."
Late that night Collins came out to an impatient Roger, "Brooke's fine, so are the boys."
"Boys?" He smiled. "I'm a dad and an uncle...all in the same night."
A little old lady sat in the corner of the waiting room looked at him oddly. But Collins asked,
"How's Mimi?"
"She had a hard time for a bit, but her and Kailyn are just good."
"Kailyn? A girl? Congratulations."
"I know, I can't believe this happening."
"But it is. I'm gonna call the Kassios, you go see your sister."
Collins pushed him towards the back and Roger went to check on her and his nephews.
"Hey, Squirt."
"Roger. Come here." Brooke whispered leaning over two little bundles.
He came and sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "They look good Brooke."
"I was trying to think of what to name them. I have their first and middle names but I don't know if I want to give them mine or his last name."
"Both?" Roger suggested.
Brooke shook her head, "Too long. They are his too."
"Then you know."
She smiled. She guessed she did and nodded.
"Okay. So, Roger I would like to introduce you to your nephews, Oliver Jakob and Stuart Roger Jagielski."