K-pixy: Tom Bradshaw is fashioned after the adorableness of Tom Hiddleston.

-x-

A week later Brooke took Ryder and Ella to the park to meet Tom Bradshaw. They were rightfully nervous and were clutching her hand for fortitude the closer they came to the towering man. Tom automatically straightened his suit and walked up to meet them. He held out his hand and Brooke instantly shook it.

"Nice to see you again Mrs. Scott."

"Likewise." she said as she shook his hand. She released his hand and smiled at the children at her side, "Ryder, Ella meet Tom Bradshaw…your biological father."

Tom smiled nervously and said, "Hullo…"

"Hi…" Ella said as she shyly peaked from around Brooke.

His heart melted at the sight of his little girl and grinned genuinely, "Hi Princess…you look much prettier in person."

"Thank you…"

"And you…you're as handsome as your grandfather…"

Ryder observed the Englishman and stated, "Mama says I look like you… I don't see it."

Tom chuckled, "Same thing I said to my father while growing up. According to everyone else I was the exact replica of my father…I just never could see it for myself."

Brooke cleared her throat to somewhat break the awkwardness and suggests, "Why don't we all have a seat over at that picnic table."

"That's a good idea actually… because I brought some goods from home…but if you had already eaten—I completely understand."

Brooke smiled, "That was really thoughtful of you. Right kids?"

Ryder just kept silently glaring at Tom while Ella took Brooke's hand.

"Kids why don't you go play for a little bit while I talk with Tom."

The twins nodded then grinned at each other saying, "Race ya to the swings!"

Tom whistled, "Tough crowd huh?"

"Look it's gonna to take some time for them to get used to this. But they're worth getting to know. Just try not to freak them out. Thanks to Peyton they have a fear of meeting people but they had wanted to meet you."

He rocked on his heels and stated, "Well that explains their reservation towards me."

Brooke smiled kindly then reassured him saying, "Don't sweat it too much. They'll warm up soon. They always do. Only…"

"Don't act like Peyton right?" Brooke nodded and he chuckled scornfully, "Right. It figures that the relationship with my children balances on how badly their mother behaved with them."

She exhaled then rolled her eyes as she said, "I can't believe that I am about to say this but…she wasn't always like that. When we were growing up together she was sweet and caring in her own way. Then we met Lucas…he changed everything without really meaning to."

"What did Lucas have to do with her sanity?"

"It's a complicated story…one day I may just tell you about it. But for now, our focus should be on the kids."

Tom nodded, his eyes going back toward the energetic 10 year olds running about the playground. Brooke noticed his nostalgic smile and felt a smile blooming on her own face.

"Do they have any allergies that I should know about?"

"Pollen. Their eyes get really swollen and red around spring. And they hate blueberries…LJ and Angelina loves blueberries while hating strawberries so if we have a fruit salad they would switch to where Ryder and Ella would eat the strawberries and LJ and Angelina would have the blueberries."

"LJ and Angelina?"

"Oh, they're Ryder and Ella's siblings. The reason I didn't bring them here today was because I felt that you guys should meet one on one first."

"So your husband's at home with the other children?"

"Actually…no. He's meeting with his editor in New York. They are staying with their big cousin—probably doing things that I don't approve of."

"Ah, right…"

Ryder and Ella ran up to Brooke saying, "Mama we're hungry! Can we get something to eat?"

"Actually Tom had brought some snacks remember?"

"Yes I had…help yourself to the basket. Although stay away from the fruit salad…yucky blueberries are in there!"

"Eww! Disgusting blueberries!" Ella said with disgust as they all sat at the picnic table.

"But there's cheese, onion and potato pastries…" he said as he brought out item after item from the basket.

The twins frowned at the sound of it saying, "What's that?"

"They're these little pies are made with mashed potatoes, onions, cheddar and a pinch of mustard powder…they're delightful and are a childhood favorite of mine. I thought that maybe you both could try it. Um, there's buttermilk fried chicken in there and as I mentioned a fruit salad…also there's cake."

Ryder looked curiously at him as he asked, "What kind of cake?"

"The best kind—at least in my humble opinion…Victoria Sponge cake. It's fluffy and light and utterly delectable."

Brooke and Tom fixed plates for the children and themselves. Ella being curious about the pastries tried it first. Her eyes widened and she smiled saying, "It's really good mama!"

"Really? I'll have to see for myself won't I?" she then took a ginger bite and nodded, "Wow! Okay after this…you have to give me the recipe! That's amazing!"

Tom smiled winningly then pointed out, "You have my number…call me and we'll trade recipes."

Why did that sound flirtatious? Brooke thought but then dismissed it as friendly banter.

The twins slowly became more comfortable around Tom and he with them. As they were eating they plied him with question after question and he in turn answered them all and started asking his own questions. Both parties were genuinely curious about the other. Brooke honestly started to feel like a third wheel but she knew that she had to be there for the ultimate purpose of keeping the twins safe.

By the end of the day Tom and the kids were comfortable enough to play around with each other. They were now playing hide and go seek, Tom being the seeker.

Brooke smiled as she watched the kids laugh with glee as they ran from Tom as fast as they could while chanting, "You can't get us!"

"I bet I can!"

Brooke looked at her wrist watch and saw how late it was getting. She didn't want to break this up but she was late picking up LJ and Angelina from Lydia's. "Alright guys it's time to go!"

"Aw already?!" Ryder whined, from his perch. "Can't we stay a little longer?"

Ella ran up to Brooke and batted those lovely eyes of hers and said, "Yeah can we?"

Tom sighed and said, "We can always pick up where we left off tomorrow. If that's alright with your mum?"

"Can we come back tomorrow mama? Please?!" they said in perfect unison, which meant they wanted this pretty badly.

"It's fine with me."

Tom grinned with happiness as the children cheered happily then raced towards their car.

"See? I told you that they would warm up eventually. See you tomorrow, same place, same time right?"

"Right. And thank you for this. You really didn't have to…"

She smirked then replied, "I'm a fair person Mr. Bradshaw. It wouldn't have been right to allow Peyton to see them and prohibit you from visiting them. See you tomorrow."

-x-

"He's such a wonderful storyteller. I could listen to him for hours with that smooth deep voice of his." Brooke said to Lucas a few days later after spending yet another day with Tom and the children.

Lucas looked at her, extremely offended by the comment for some reason. "And what am I? Chopped liver?"

"Come on, you have to admit if anyone narrated your life—Tom's the perfect candidate." she said while lotioning her legs and arms before bed.

Lucas rolled his eyes at that statement. "If someone were to narrate my life it would be Morgan Freeman." he said as she climbed into bed. "I don't like him…there's something oddly off about him."

"I just think you're jealous."

Lucas eyebrow hiked at the slight accusation. "Do I have a reason to be?"

Brooke smirked and climbed over his lap, "No, you don't have one reason at all to be jealous. The kids aren't trying to replace you in any way…they love you just as much as they have for years. That's not going to change."

"Why couldn't they have taken an instant disliking to him as they had with Peyton?"

"Hmm, let's see…one is perfectly sane while the other was fresh off the funny farm and was very threatening. Need I say more?"

"Look my instincts are never wrong…"

"I still think you're jealous…which by the way is very, very sexy…" she purred before kissing his lips.

"I'm not jealous…" he mumbled before losing himself in her soft, seducing kisses.

Brooke sighed softly as the kisses continued and mumbled, "Yes, you are…"

Lucas managed to change their positions to where she now lay beneath him, their lips still engaged in a rapidly hungry kiss.

A loud banging was heard followed by a shout, "Mom! Dad! Ella won't go to sleep and she's playing the radio loud again!" Angelina whined through the door.

Lucas felt like a bucket of ice was poured over him and rolled to his back, a frustrated sigh on his lips.

"You wanna handle it or should I?" Brooke asked, barely hiding the amusement in her voice.

"I got it." he said as he got out of bed.

He walked down the hallway and heard the loud music, ironically listening to one of Peyton's favorite songs. Luckily as opened the door and walked straight to the stereo, unplugging it while snatching it up.

"Daddy—"

"Ella we discussed this last time when you played loud music when you're supposed to be in bed. Do you remember that conversation?"

"Yes…"

"Tell me what was said if you remember…"

Ella rolled her eyes then said, "You said that the next time I play the radio while I'm supposed to be asleep…that you would take the radio."

"Exactly. Besides it's almost eleven o'clock you should've been in bed asleep!"

Ella laid down with a displeased huff and closed her eyes. Lucas kissed her forehead and then kissed Angelina's before turning out the light. "Goodnight angels."

He had hoped that his wife was still in the mood but when he got back to the bedroom he found that Brooke was already fast asleep. He cursed silently at his luck and laid down and forced himself to go to sleep unsatisfied.

-x-

The next morning after taking the kids to school Brooke walked into the master bathroom to find something so unusual that it shocked and amused her immensely.

Lucas was standing in front of the mirror shaving in nothing but a towel. That wasn't the unusual thing. The unusual thing was that he was talking while shaving. In a British accent. A bad British accent at that.

Brooke leaned on the doorway and cackled silently while watching him. She waited until he had gotten done with shaving that particular spot before saying with absolute amusement, "What are you doing?"

He looked at her sudden appearance, completely startled and embarrassed. "Nothing…shaving…"

"Huh…sounds like you were mocking Tom." she smirked as she sauntered to him, her movements were very seductive and hypnotic.

"I wasn't!" he denied unconvincingly.

Brooke smiled, "You can't lie to me Lucas…I know that you were imitating him…"

"I was…" he paused as she started kissing his lips. "...not…"

"You were…" she said breathily against his lips. She squealed lustily when he lifted her onto the counter, shaving obviously forgotten. She gasped as he unwrapped her wrap around dress, leaving her in only her underwear and shoes.

"I think that we should focus on…other…things…more pressing things…things that have been ignored since last night…" he said seductively as his fingers caressed her rapidly dampening folds.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers played with her skillfully, inciting desires that was being strengthened by the second. Lucas kissed her again until her mind was foggy and her body aflame.

Lucas moved from her sweet lips, kissing her neck, down her chest to her stomach while stroking her slickness. He eagerly ripped her panties away from her and settled his mouth over her mound.

Brooke braced herself against the mirror and the wall as his agile tongue tasted every part of her, eventually singling out her clitoris. He slid his long finger inside her in a come-hither motion, stroking a very sensitive spot that

Brooke grew dizzy with pleasure as he sent her higher and higher, stroking and licking and suckling until all she could see were starbursts behind her eyelids as the longest, wettest intense orgasm of her life crashed over her, making her tremble and overly sensitive.

Lucas carried her to their bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Shortly after laying her down, his lips found their way back on her pussy, bringing her to another climax before finally sinking inside her.

She gasped deeply as she experienced a deeper pleasure as he made a swiveling motion with his hips, hitting all the sensitive parts within her all the while driving deeper into her. He bent his head and captured her puckering nipple in his mouth then blew a stream of air on it, leaving a pleasant cool shivery effect. He repeated the action with the other breast, cupping the neglected one.

"Luuucaasss!" she moaned deeply while clutching him desperately as the pace quickened drastically, his power thrusts making her breasts bounce with every impact. "Fuck! Yes!"

"Brooke…fuck…you feel so fucking good! I love making love to you babe…"

Her toes curled as his cock pierced a particularly pleasurable spot, stroking it over and over until she screamed his name as a soul altering climax overtook her, leaving her a trembling sweaty mess.

Lucas felt her rippling walls and let out a savage groan as he came hard inside his wife in wild uncontrollable spurts. He almost collapsed on her but managed to catch himself in time, even though his hips were leisurely moving still, emptying every drop from him.

"That was bloody fantastic eh?"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "For the last time I wasn't—shut up!" he grumbled as she laughed even harder.

-x-

Later that afternoon Tom was asked over yet again for dinner to Lucas's displeasure. Tom silently observed her steadily as she gracefully busied herself in the kitchen, his lips poised to take a drink of his Scotch. Brooke Scott had to be the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. She looked so stunning in that crimson sleeveless cowl neck dress that it nearly took his breath away. He watched her as she smiled that beautiful unreserved smile that could cast a spell on an entire room. He had been attracted to Brooke for weeks and he's been trying to cope with it. But the more he was around her…

Tom would guess it started a couple of weeks ago.

(Flashback…)

It was Brooke's birthday and everyone she knew was invited. All except Peyton of course. Tom had danced with Brooke a few songs, some a little closer than others but still somewhat appropriate while having a blast with each other. Tom found Brooke to be strong, courageous and insanely beautiful while being completely humble. And he had told her so as they danced.

Lucas had glared the entire time though, boring holes into the back of his skull.

Brooke led him to the sitting area and introduced him to her and Lucas's friends. Rachel Gatina-Stone was a surprise to everyone who knew the history of the two. But apparently Brooke and Rachel had made up after Brooke's godson/nephew Jamie Lucas Scott and Rachel's daughter Keira Stone had married. It had been a long road but the women were now closer than ever.

"Tom quick question…" Rachel said with a slightly tipsy smile. "Are you a good boy or are you a bad boy?"

"Rachel! Come on I'm right here!" Oliver Stone, Rachel's husband, objected.

"It's just a question baby…" she said with a smirk. "So which are you?"

"I can be a bit of both. I can be a good boy in certain situations and a bad boy in others." he said suavely while giving Brooke a heated look.

"Ooh…I'm is it getting hot in here or what? Another question…have you ever looked at somebody and mentally started making a porno?"

Tom squirmed a bit saying, "Eh heh heh heh, that's a bit inappropriate isn't it?"

Of course he had but he would rather not think on it in the presence of the person he had multiple fantasies about. Plus he was a gentleman.

Rachel smirked then said, "I'll take that as a yes then. Okay what's your guilty pleasure?"

"Rach—"

"What? This is a get to know you game. Since he's going to be sticking around why not play it?"

Tom found his eyes gravitate towards Brooke again as he spoke saying, "I try not to feel guilty about pleasures. I think that if it's a pleasure that's not hurting anyone else, I think you should indulge it and not feel guilty about it."

Brooke met Tom's eyes for a moment and blushed then looked to her husband while holding his hand.

(End of Flashback)

He finally emptied his glass, needing the distraction from the bewitching Brooke Scott.

While Brooke had the girls inside helping her with dinner the boys decided to teach Tom how to play American touch football. Which Tom immediately confused with soccer. Ryder was on Tom's team while LJ was on Lucas's team. Tom wasn't doing half bad until LJ threw the ball towards Lucas but Tom's head intercepted it.

"I said duck!" Lucas said after watching the football hit Tom over the head.

"Did you?! I didn't hear!" Tom practically snarled in pain.

Lucas winced then admitted, "I said duck…in my mind."

"Great load of help that did me!"

Lucas wanted to laugh so bad but by some miracle managed to keep the laughter inside. "Alright game over guys! Good game!"

"Alright men dinner is ready! Come wash up!" Brooke announced at the back slide door.

The boys and men hurriedly washed their hands, every one of them starving.

"Mm everything looks so delicious babe…" Lucas said as he sat down.

"Thanks! The girls helped me a lot."

"Oh, I'm definitely hungry. I would eat and lick everything clean." Tom said, his eyes not on the food but were directly on Brooke as he said this.

The way he was looking at her… Holy shit, Brooke thought to herself. Clearing her throat she asked, "So how was the game?"

"Fine until Mr. Bradshaw caught the ball with his head!" LJ said laughingly.

"I'm not even going to ask." Brooke said with mirth.

"Yeah please don't. Eh heh, heh, heh." he said with a laugh. "So how was your day at school guys?"

"It was awesome! I made the cheer team!" Ella exclaimed with an ecstatic smile.

Tom smiled that brilliant unrestrained smile and said with pride, "That's wonderful congratulations poppet! I knew that you could do it!"

"Thanks Daddy Tom."

"What about you Ryder?"

"I managed not to get beat up again so it was good. Although I did get picked on."

Lucas shook his head, "I'm going to have a word with the principal—"

"I want you to remember something Ryder…it was something that my mother said to me when I was being bullied…You are extraordinary. You are sensational. You are remarkable. You are incomparable. You are phenomenal. One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered."

Ryder nodded in response.

"And also remember, People who love themselves, don't hurt other people. The more they hate themselves, the more they want others to suffer." Lucas added, needing his son to understand that it is nothing that he's done.

Ryder grinned at both men then said, "Thanks Dad, thanks Daddy Tom."