Super Woman
Her biggest mistake was keeping him from making his... (Brooke/Lucas one-shot)
He should not have to live this life I have unwillingly planned out for him. A life with his knocked-up girlfriend. I did not arrange this, but it had happened. I was happy. I was sad. I was confused as to which emotion I felt more of.
Becoming a mother was not my goal in life. My goal had been to live life to the fullest, to go bungee-jumping when I was eighty-nine. However, it seemed that this was my destiny and I would have to respect and accept that.
This was not Lucas's destiny.
There were many night I paced around my room thinking and debating ways to tell him. Each time I would act it out, his reaction would devastate me. I could not tell him. I would not tell him and ruin his life.
In fact, I got to thinking that he might even be happier with Peyton. At least she was not prancing around in maternity clothes. She was smart, and reasonably pretty. He was happy with her.
He was not happy with me.
That's the one thing I had always been envious of…Peyton's friendship with Lucas. They always had a good time together. Even when she was shot in the leg and bleeding to death. They had kissed then, and I was positive they were still replaying that kiss in their minds, just as I was replaying it in mine.
Lucas did not know I was pregnant. He would pretend to be happy if I told him. But that happiness would be exactly that…pretend.
I saved him. I told myself over and over as lay in bed watching the stars twinkling. "You, Brooke Davis, saved him from a trapped life."
I convinced myself that I was playing hero to him. It was my mistake to get pregnant, it should not be his. I hated this hero business though. Pretending I was Super Woman was not fun.
I still remembered the look on his face the day I broke up with him.
I remembered my face, too. I regret the decision sometimes. The dreams of us being a happy family with a dog and a white picket fence would make me lay at night crying.
I glanced down at my protruding stomach. The baby would be a constant reminder of him. I hoped she or he had Lucas's eyes. That detail would ease my soul, yet it would break my heart.
Lucas deserved to know, but I was Super Woman and I had to save him.