A/N: Half of this chapter was written last week and I couldn't come up with anything which is why it wasn't posted, but I did finish this chapter. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Twelve: You Have Me
Brooke walks into Peyton's house with a look on her face. Haley was currently at work so Peyton was home alone.
"How are you feeling Brooke?"
"Morning sickness is a bitch," Brooke sighs out when she sits down on the couch next to her blonde haired friend.
"No offense, but I'm glad that I won't ever have to experience that."
Brooke looks at Peyton with a look.
"You and Haley aren't going to have any kids?"
"We've talked about it. I think eventually we will, but I haven't informed her that I don't want to be pregnant."
"Well at least you get to chose when you get to be a mommy, unlike me."
"Brooke, you are the one that wanted to have sex with Lucas and because of that something happened. Have you and Lucas talked about what you are going to do?"
Brooke nods her head.
"Yeah, I mean we talked about it before when I had my first pregnancy scare, but we are still in high school. I look on my life and my parents were never there. Karen had Lucas at a young age, what's to say that I can't do the same. Karen and Lucas have a wonderful mother son relationship. I want that with my baby."
Peyton smiles brightly. "You are going to be a great mother Brooke Davis."
"I hope so. I guess I have about six months to learn."
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"Well if it isn't Haley James."
Haley looks up from the counter in surprise.
"It's Sawyer actually, but you would now that wouldn't you Jesse."
Jesse places her hand on her hurt faking hurt.
"Ouch, that one hurt a little bit."
"What are you doing back here?"
Jesse takes a seat by the counter.
"I'm here to help you with your music."
"I'm fine thanks."
"Alright, if you are so good when was the last time you wrote a song or actually picked up your guitar."
Haley sighs and throws her towel on the counter.
"The last time I went for my dream I almost ended my marriage so excuse me from not wanting to do that again."
Jesse sighs and looks at Haley.
"Look, I never apologized for the kiss. It was wrong and you were married and I shouldn't have done it, but you have to admit that your music came along way with me," Haley continued to glare at her. "I don't know how long I am staying in town, but I'll be here for the foreseeable future. Let me know if I can help." Jesse stands up from her stool. "Have you ever wondered what would happen if it didn't ruin your marriage?"
Haley watched Jesse walk out of the Café with a smug look on her face. Karen had caught the end of the conversation and walked up to Haley and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Who was that?"
"A pain in my ass," Haley responds lightly. Haley turns around and faces Karen. "How are you doing?"
Karen sighs and shrugs her shoulders.
"I feel like history is repeating itself with my son and his girlfriend."
"Yeah, but Lucas isn't Dan and he wouldn't walk away from Brooke, he loves her."
"I know that which I am thankful for. I'm just too young to be a grandma."
Haley laughs slightly. "Well some would say you look to young to have an 18 year old son as well."
"Touché."
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"So, this is my next question. Are you going to tell your mom about the baby?"
Brooke scoffs and glares at Peyton.
"P. Sawyer, do you honestly think that I would tell my mother this? And besides there is nothing she can do anyway. I am eighteen years old and I have been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember. I'm horrified that you would even think of asking me that question."
Peyton puts her hands up in defense.
"Hey, sorry, I just had to ask."
Brooke takes a look at her friend and notices that Peyton seemed to be in thought a lot.
"What's going on P?"
Peyton looks at Brooke and shrugs her shoulders.
"I did something the other day and I don't know if it was the right thing."
Brooke runs a soothing hand up and down Peyton's arm.
"You can tell me."
"I talked to Jessica."
Brooke stops her movements and pulled her hand away.
"You mean the tramp that tried to steal your wife?"
Peyton nods her head.
"Yep, that was stupid."
"She hasn't been playing Brooke. That's just not the Haley I know. I want her to play again and as much as I hate to admit it. Jessica helped her with it all."
"Then I think that you should leave this decision to your wife Peyton."
Peyton smiles and nods her head.
"Thanks for the advice Brooke."
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Haley walks into her room and upstairs to her bedroom. Jesse's words had been in her mind all through her shift. If Haley was honest with herself than she would admit that the reason she hadn't played in awhile was because of what it had done to her marriage.
Haley smiles slightly when she spots her guitar sitting in the middle of the bed. Peyton was standing next to the window with a nervous expression on her face.
"I know Jesse is in town. I was the one that called her."
"Peyton-"
"I called Jesse because you love it. It's a huge part of who you are."
Haley nods her head.
"Okay, but Jesse. Peyton there were a million people you could have called. Why would you want to open up that door again?"
"I called Jesse because I screwed up. Those months apart made me realize how messed up I was. I should have never made you choose. It didn't have to be either or."
"But it was wasn't it, because I didn't ask you to come with me. Peyton, when I look back on the tour, I'm not like proud of it because I know that you weren't proud of me."
Peyton looked at Haley in surprise.
"Is that what you think? That I wasn't proud of you."
Haley nods her head and Peyton goes to her closet and takes out a tin box. Inside were newspaper articles about Haley on her tour. Haley goes through the box in surprise.
"I was hurt Haley, but I was still proud of you."
Haley walks up to Peyton and takes the box.
"You don't need all of this stuff. You have me," Haley says before pressing her lips to her wife's.