Okay, this update is an apology of sorts because there was so much time in between my last updates. Even with that you guys still gave some awesome reviews, they're like fertilizer for the story. I love that you guys like the story so far, thanks. Oh, and majority wins, it's now left aligned.
Chapter 5
"How many do you think we should get buddy?" Brooke asked standing in the line of the doughnut shop with Jamie.
"I need 4" the little boy said while staring at all the different kinds of doughnuts on display.
"4?" Brooke looked down at Jamie with raised brows, slightly thrown off by his answer.
"Holes?" Brooke asked, thinking it impossible for the 5 year old to eat 4 full doughnuts.
"No, those ones" He said and Brooke looked into the glass case at the chocolate covered chocolate pastries he was pointing at.
"Jamie, you couldn't eat 4 of those" she said looking back toward him, "Shouldn't" she clarified when she noticed that his gaze hadn't moved from the case.
"But I want to be big just like my daddy" Jamie stared at her like she should already know the reason he wanted so many.
"Buddy that's going to make you big in the other direction" Brooke said, laughing at the confused expression on her nephew's face.
"Okay, I'll take that one" Jamie said pointing out a large cinnamon roll.
"Okay" Brooke said laughing at the thought that only Nathan's son could eat more than he weighed.
"What kind do you think we should get Aunt Peyton?" Jamie asked as they moved forward in the line.
"Sweetie, Peyton doesn't eat doughnuts" Brooke told him, riffling through her purse for her wallet.
"Why?" Jamie asked, his blue eyes showing a genuine curiosity; everyone he knew ate doughnuts.
"She ate too many when we were little and they made her sick, so she doesn't eat them anymore" Brooke laughed again at the innocent look on his face, but stopped when she noticed the man come through the door.
"Was she trying to be big like her daddy?" Jamie looked to the pastries again thinking Peyton's logic as a child was like his.
"You should ask her to tell you the story when we get to the studio" the designer said as she tried to keep the discomfort out of her voice.
Brooke internally groaned at the man that in the last couple of weeks had come to ware on her nerves. Doesn't this guy have anything better to do? Biting back the comment she would've directed at the pesky paparazzo if she didn't have Jamie with her, she put her hands on the little boy's shoulders and ushered him forward so that they could now order and get the hell out of there. For the last two weeks Ian Banks, the world's most annoying paparazzo had effectively been squatting in Tree Hill, asking everyone from the mailman to the local diner guests questions about Brooke and her friends. Every time she turned around he just so happened to be there taking pictures or asking questions. Just 2 days ago when she and Peyton had taken Jamie to the movies, he was there, taking pictures of them inside the theater. The only thing that stopped Brooke from giving him something other than a piece of her mind was Peyton coming up and reminding her that they had Jamie with them. But what got Brooke's blood boiling hotter was the way that he leered at Peyton, only resulting in Brooke and Jamie being pulled toward the car by the clearheaded blonde. The designer's aggravation only grew the more that she saw the man and his damn camera; she was use to her privacy being somewhat invaded in New York, she could kind of understand it, but this was Tree Hill dammit. They were all but being stalked and it frustrated her that she couldn't do anything to stop it and she snorted at Peyton's advice to ignore it, continue on with their normal lives and he would go away.
"Aunt Brooke what did you get Aunt Peyton?" Jamie's small voice cut through Brooke's frustrated thoughts as the lady behind the counter handed Brooke a bag, two coffees and a tea.
"I got her a bagel and coffee, come on" Brooke answered the little boy's question and ushered him out of the shop and to her car, blatantly ignoring the question being asked to her by Ian.
"But those are gross, there not even sweet" Jamie turned his nose up while getting into the back of Brooke's SUV.
"She puts cream cheese on it buddy" Brooke told him getting in the driver's seat after she made sure he was strapped in properly.
"That's so much work" he said making Brooke chuckle as they pulled off.
Finally making their way to Tric, they headed for the stairs and Peyton's studio, and as Jamie ran ahead of Brooke she heard him call out to Peyton.
"Aunt Brooke's mad" Brooke heard him say while she carefully maneuvered the stairs in heels with the hot beverages in hand.
"Uh oh" Peyton said assessing Brooke who had just walked through the door. When Brooke rolled her eyes Peyton knew she really was mad, she just didn't know how mad, "What happened?" the blonde asked.
"Nothing" was the clipped response that Brooke delivered as she set the tray of cups on a table along with the bag she held, she'd thought she did a good job at hiding her mood from Jamie.
"Hey Jamie, Mia needs help in the booth with her song, you want to go see if you can inspire her?" Peyton asked so that she could talk to Brooke.
The only response she received was a huge smile right before he turned and ran for the booth door. Once she saw him and Mia playing around she turned to Brooke who was now seated in her chair at the soundboard.
"What happened?" Peyton asked Brooke again coming up to the table and leaning against it, sticking her Converse clad foot out to stop Brooke from spinning in the chair.
Brooke groaned when she saw Peyton raise her eyebrows expectantly, "Just that stupid Ian guy" was her frustrated reply.
"Brooke I thought we were going to ignore him?" the blonde asked trying to read her girlfriend's face.
"How exactly do you ignore someone who's always there Peyt?" the brunette asked sarcastically.
Peyton wanted to roll her eyes at Brooke's tones but she didn't, she hooked her foot beneath the chair and pulled it towards her.
"By pretending that he isn't there…focusing on more important stuff" she leaned forward and put her hands on the armrests of the chair as her voice dipped lower.
"Stuff like what?" Brooke's whisper was hoarse as Peyton crowded her.
"Well for one, fashion week is coming and we need to get ready to leave" Peyton whispered seductively as she brought her face a breath away from Brooke's.
"And?" Brooke continued to whisper, not knowing how long she would be able to play Peyton's game.
"Finishing Mia's album" Peyton said laughing internally when she saw Brooke swallow hard as their lips barely brushed.
"And-" Brooke started to ask again but was cut off when Peyton connected their lips. When Brooke felt Peyton slip her tongue in her mouth, she knew she moaned loudly, but they hadn't been together in weeks and just a touch from the blonde sent delicious chills up her spine and down her thighs. Right as her hands slid around Peyton's hips to pull her closer, Mia began to sing into the microphone.
"James Lucas Scott and I would like our promised pastries, if you guys could hold off for a second I'm sure they would be tasty" the musician sang while strumming her guitar with Jamie laughing to the side of her.
"No" Brooke groaned and dropped her forehead on Peyton's shoulder at being interrupted from their time together again. When she felt Peyton laughing, she raised her head and scowled at her.
"Sorry" Peyton apologized while dropping a kiss on Brooke's frowning lips, moving away from her and to the bag to give the big babies in the sound booth their sugary treats that just couldn't wait.
"We got you an ugly doughnut Aunt Peyton" Jamie said as she entered the sound booth.
When Peyton looked in the bottom of the bag to see what Jamie had been talking about after handing out the doughnuts, she laughed when she saw the bagel. Looking back through the glass at Brooke who was still sitting at the soundboard, she smiled a little at the brunette who had pressed her forehead to the surface. Her poor baby was suffering from withdrawals.
"Brooke, where are your car keys?" Peyton yelled up the stairs aggravated, looking around the table by their front door for the keys.
"They're in the bowl on the table" Brooke yelled back down the stairs.
"No they're not" the blonde yelled back, "They should be, but they're not" she continued aloud to herself.
"I heard that" Brooke said as she descended the stairs.
"I didn't whisper it Brooke, it's no secret that you don't put things away" the blonde continued to look around the table for the missing keys as Brooke walked further in the room.
"Tone the obsessive compulsive down baby, they're right here" Brooke said pulling the keys from underneath her purse that was on the couch in the living room.
"Oh, that is the bowl on the table by the door" Peyton mocked, swiping the keys from Brooke's hand.
"Oh please, get over it. I'm never going to remember to put them there" Brooke said, redoing her ponytail that was coming loose.
"It's not a sophisticated system Brooke, I could label it or something" Peyton said frowning while she finally looked over her girlfriend's appearance. She had different color paint smears on her jeans and t-shirt.
"Baby, if I let you have your way, you would have labels and post its up all over, which doesn't really go with the décor" Brooke waved her hand around the living room to prove her point.
"Hey, you're the one that leaves post it's not me" Peyton leaned back against the table and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes still flicking across paint smears. Even in her hair.
"Only when I'm not talking to you, and I can guarantee that if you started labeling stuff around here I would need a stack of post its" Brooke said, watching Peyton eye her.
"Brooke how the hell did you get paint all over yourself?" Peyton asked, not being able to hold her tongue any longer.
"I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask" Brooke laughed at Peyton, "Look at you, you're silently going crazy over here because of a couple of smudges" she continued as she walked toward her.
"Brooke don't!" Peyton said right as Brooke wrapped her arms around her, "You have paint in your hair" she mumbled sullenly, she was sure her clothes probably had blue and brown smudges now as well.
"I know, I turned my back on Jamie for one minute…" she laughed at the memory.
"Is there even any paint on the walls?" Peyton asked as she tried to wiggle free.
"You see, this is exactly why you got disinvited to the painting party" the brunette said while walking Peyton backwards and using the table behind her to keep her pinned.
"Disinvited?" Peyton asked skeptically, "You kicked me out!" she said looking into playful brown eyes.
"Because you always turn into this psychotic version of Martha Stewart when we start to redecorate" Brooke said, laying a kiss on Peyton's cheek to soften the blow of her words.
"Right" Peyton rolled her eyes, "And just so that I remember, exactly how many coats of paint does your store have because it 'Just wasn't the right shade'" she asked, not willing to let Brooke forget she wasn't the only person in the house with a problem.
"That was different" Brooke said as she kissed Peyton's neck this time.
"How so?" Peyton asked, still unable to move her pinned arms.
"The painters were idiots" Brooke's kisses moved to Peyton's throat as she spoke.
"Brooke, Jamie" Peyton whispered when she felt her girlfriend's hand slip in the back of her pants.
"Shh" was whispered as Brooke gripped a handful of soft skin and moved her kisses across to her shoulder when Peyton moved her head to the side to give Brooke more room.
"Aunt Brooke?" a voice called from up the stairs.
"Coming buddy" she yelled after she halted her kisses and dropped her head on Peyton's shoulder for the second time that day, "Why do we keep getting stopped" Brooke moaned.
"Well it's a good thing, because Haley would totally kill us if Jamie caught us having sex" Peyton kissed Brooke's cheek and pulled away from her when the brunette's grip went slack.
"Peyton, I'm gonna fucking die like this" Brooke whispered forcefully and stomped her foot.
"Two more days baby, then Nate and Hales will be back and I promise you any flat surface in the house" Peyton smirked as she moved to the door.
"No! Anywhere, I deserve anywhere at this point" Brooke mumbled the last part like a small child, "Where are you going?" she asked Peyton.
"I left my contracts in your car, if I can't paint with the 'cool kids' I might as well read over rights and liabilities" the blonde paused in the doorway to make the comment.
"Peyton, I'm owed" Brooke said turning for the stairs, "I swear I'll tie you down to the bed" she continued walking up the stairs.
"We've never used rope before" Peyton laughed as she saw Brooke disappear around the corner.