Author's Note: Okay, guys, just a quick little note here before we give ya'll chapter eleven, I have gotten a few comments and s few PMs saying that the site said we updated but there was no new chapter, I am not sure what was up with that, but I took it as a side from above that maybe we should give ya'll an update. So here it is. Now, this chapter is a little different then all the other, it flips between flashback and present time quiet a lot, but please don't over look the flashbacks, they hold significant meaning to what is happening in the present. Now, at the end it may get a little confusing because it goes from present to past line by line… if that makes sense, just look out for italics and you should be fine, if you have any questions just ask! Again… flashbacks in italics and bold, present time in normal. As always the more reviews we get that fast we update, which is why this one was quiet as quick as the last few, we had a slight dip off in reviews so we got a little disuraged, but we hope you all like this one and review! We love to hear all your thoughts, good mad bad! But any who here is Chapter eleven, again, enjoy! AND REVIEW!

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Chapter Eleven: Now, Just Like Then

Take a breath, just take a seat

You're falling apart and tearing at the seems

Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why

Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright

It's on your face, is it on your mind

Would you care to build a house of your own

How much longer, how long can you wait

-"Heaven Forbid" by the Fray

Brooke sang to herself as she cracked the egg, throwing the shell in the trash bin. She smiled as her children ran down the stairs, father in tow.

"Morning, Mommy!" they yelled.

"Good morning, babies," she said to them as they sat in their seats on the mahogany breakfast table. "Good morning, husband," she said as Lucas stepped behind her, resting his open palms on her stomach, tilting her head backwards to kiss her sweetly. She giggled as he pulled away, feeling like she was sixteen again.

The week's discovery was remarkable for them, and the couple couldn't be happier. They decided they would tell their kids today, hoping they would be just as happy as the two of them were.

He took his own seat at the table as she placed breakfast in front of them, the kids immediately beginning to cut their chocolate chip pancakes. She sat down next to her husband, placing her hand on top of his. He smiled and nodded at her, telling her he would start. "Kids," he began, and they looked up from their food, "Mommy and I have something to tell you."

At the smile on their parent's faces, Shelby understood it was something good. She brightened up. "What is it?" she asked eagerly for herself and her brother.

"Well," Brooke said, "how would you like it if Mommy and Daddy gave you another little brother or sister?"

Shelby gasped, standing up on her chair quickly.

Landon looked back and forth from his parents to his sister, his three-year-old mind trying to figure out what was going on.

"I'm going to have another sister!?" Shelby exclaimed happily.

"Well, it could be a boy," Lucas warned.

"Yay!" Shelby screamed, ignoring her dad.

Lucas and Brooke smiled at each other. He leaned over and kissed her lips softly, letting his hand slip under her shirt to rest on her flat stomach, his thumb rubbing small circles around her belly button. "I love you," he whispered as his lips were still touching hers. "More than anything."

Lucas sat there on the flat, hard chair, alone, worried, scared. His wife was in one of the rooms in the building, and he knew nothing about her condition. Thoughts raced through his head. He couldn't help but blame himself. When he was yelling at her he should have been consoling her, knowing how scared she would be. He started to remember the last time this had happened as a tear rolled down his cheek. He loved her more than anything, and he meant that—he truly did—but it infuriated him to know she didn't tell him about something so big. He could understand why she didn't, though.

She was standing over the sink, washing the breakfast dishes, a smile on her face. Her children were playing happily in the other room and her husband was helping her clear the table. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and to her, nothing could possibly ruin it.

"Here you go, babe," he said softly, placing a kiss on her cheek and setting a few more plates beside her. She smiled brightly to him, but that smile left when a small pain was felt in her pelvis, much like the one she would get when she was starting her period.

She grunted.

"You okay, babe?" Lucas asked.

"Um . . ." She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I-I think so," she said uncertainly.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, walking to stand next to her.

"Nothing. Nothing, I am fine—just gas," she said, lightly blushing.

He smiled to her. "You sure?"

She forced a small laugh. "I have been pregnant before, Luke. ...I promise, if something is, wrong I'll tell you," she said, kissing him sweetly.

He remembered that day like it was yesterday. He remembered that moment, when she first felt something wrong. He knew that it wasn't just gas and he knew that she knew it wasn't as well, but Brooke was always one to think that if you could convince yourself, and everyone else, of something, then that is what would be true; but then, just as now, Lucas decided to go along with her idea; and now, just like then, it was the worst mistake he could have made.

"Nothing," she said quickly, shaking her head, wiping away her tears hastily.

"I know when you're lying, Brooke. Just talk to me, please."

"I am fine, Lucas. Really, I am," she said, her voice turning cold, and stern, almost as if she was snapping at him.

"Brooke, come on. I am just trying to help; just let me."

"Luke, I am fine. There is nothing to help with," she said, pushing herself off the counter and past him.

"Brooke, is it the baby? Is something wrong with it? Are you hurting again, babe? Please, just let me into this," he begged her.

"Babe, you're in. I promise," she said, softly stroking his cheek with her thumb She kissed his lips softly before exiting the room.

"How do you think she's doing?"

"I don't know," he answered truthfully. "Lucas sounded pretty messed up on the phone, though."

"Yeah," Haley replied. "I'm sure he would be. God, I hope she's all right. I feel like we should be there with him."

"Lucas needs us to take care of the kids right now. They don't need to suspect anything serious is wrong with their mom."

"Yeah," she said, pausing to ponder over something. "I really hope it doesn't turn out like the first time.

Puzzled, Nathan asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, she lost the baby the last time, and their marriage went downhill from there. I think that's why Brooke was so afraid. She doesn't deserve to have to go through all that again," Haley explained.

"She will be fine. She is a fighter," Nathan said, reassuring his wife. "I am sure it is just stress."

"I hope," Haley muttered. The couple's conversation was cut short by a knocking at the door. Haley sighed, lifting herself off the couch and making her way to the door, opening it to reveal a frazzled and worried Peyton.

"Hey, Haley," Peyton greets, walking in immediately. "How is she?" she asks as she hangs her soaking coat on the coat hanger.

The weather was just as gloomy as they were today.

"I just got your message. ...I-I didn't even know she was pregnant. I mean, I am her best friend and I didn't even know she was pregnant," Peyton stressed.

"Peyton, Lucas didn't even know," Haley sighed.

"What if she loses it, Haley—then what? I mean, last time was one thing, but this time . . . I don't think she can go through that again; and then everything that happened with Lucas. Brooke is strong, but there is no way she can take this all over again."

Haley sighed again as the pair sat down. "I just wish there was something I could do. They don't deserve this on top of everything else. This as been a hell of a year for her, and then this on top of it . . . " Haley shook her head. "I just wish it wasn't her," she said, looking down, playing with the pillow in her lap.

"I know," Peyton said. There was a moment of silence between the two. "God, when did things get this messed up?"

Lucas was sitting up straight now, his legs bent, bouncing quickly up and down impatiently. He had hopped up and asked the front desk for information, but they gave him the same answer: "When we know something, we will let you know." He was frustrated and hurt and scared. He blamed himself fully for this; if he would have been home more, then she wouldn't have pushed him away, and if she hadn't have pushed him away, she would have told him and they could have been happy; but no. He had to be a dick and yell at her. He had to make her feel mad about not telling him when in all honesty, it was exactly what he deserved; because of this she was now lying in a hospital bed and, for all he knew, she could be dying. It was all his fault.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, sitting down on the bed next to her as she read the latest issue of Cosmo

"I am fine, Lucas." She smiled slightly. "Promise."

"And you promise if you aren't, you will tell me?"

"You bet," she confirmed, returning to her magazine.

"Promise?"

"Yes, Lucas. I promise."

"Okay, good—just as long as you know I am here for whatever you need, even if it is just a foot rub."

"A foot rub?" she asked, smiling as she lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Left or right?" he sighed, chuckling.

"Um, let's go with right," she said, smiling brighter.

"Your wish is my commend, Princess," Lucas said, kissing her cheek before moving down and taking her small foot in his hands, letting his hands rolling through the knots in it.

"God, Luke," she moaned, leaning back in comfort. "You're amazing."

He smiled. "Anything for you, babe."

He was now seated again, his head in his hands, his fingers through his hair, gripping at it tightly to the point that it felt like it was going to rip out at any moment.

"Hey, man," Nathan said, sitting next to his brother. "How are you holding up?"

"How does it look like I'm holding up, Nate?" His voice wasn't angry—just tired.

Nathan sighs sadly, wishing he could do something, anything, to help his family.

"God, I'm so scared," Lucas admitted. "She-she was hurting. I knew she was, and I did nothing." He hung his head in his hands. "Just like the last time," he whispered.

"Lucas, you can't keep blaming yourself for that," Nathan tells him, knowing this wasn't good for him.

"But I can, because it is my fault. I didn't pay attention to her after she lost the baby. I threw myself into my work. I should have been there for her." He sounded truly sorry. "God," he groaned in agony, running his hands across his face. "I need her to be okay."

"Dude, she will be. It's Brooke. She is going to get through this, and she is going to kick it's ass while she is at it," Nathan said, trying to convince himself, as well as his brother of this.

Lucas shook his head. "You should have seen her, Nathan," he said dimly. "She was," he paused to gulp, "pale, and lifeless. God, Nathan, what am I going to do?"

"You are going to pull yourself together and be strong for her. Lucas, how is she going to fight if you are sitting here, giving up?"

It was late now. The kids were fast asleep and Brooke was just stepping out of the shower. The fluffy, plush white towel was wrapped around her small frame. Lucas was turning down the bed. Brooke walked over to the counter, grabbing her toothbrush and then the toothpaste, looking in the mirror and smiling as Lucas looked up, their eyes locking in the mirror. She gave him a small wink and he chuckled slightly, sending it back to her. He walked up next to her and laughed slightly as well before unscrewing the cap of the toothpaste. He continued to watch her. He watched as she brushed her teeth and watched as the toothbrush fell into the sink as she dropped it, hunching over in pain.

"Brooke!" he said, rushing to her aid.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"No, you're not," he said in a strangled voice.

"I am, I prom—" she started, but stopped when she felt the pain intense increase.

"Brooke—"

"I'm fine!" she snapped, tears forming in her eyes.

"Baby," he started softly. "Just tell me what is wrong."

"I think—" Her words were cut off with a scream as she bent over, holding her abdomen in her hands.

Her scream from then echoed through his head. It was oddly familiar to the one she let out before she hit the floor today. Maybe that is what scared him so much. Yes, when he saw the test he was mad, but he also saw the blue lines on the test, and after everything they had been through, Lucas Scott knew exactly what two blue lines meant. Maybe that was why it hurt him so much that she'd kept it from him. Maybe it would have hurt less if it was like most of the other ones they had taken, but he'd only ever seen five positive tests in his life, and he only had two kids to show for it.

"Brooke, baby, please, just tell me what's wrong," he asked of her as she sniffled, wiping a hand around her mouth.

"Lucas," she breathed. Sobbing again, she said, "I don't want to lose this baby."

She confirmed his fears and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to control his breathing. He opened them to find tears streaming down her face as she tried to hold in the pain.

Nathan patted Lucas on the back. "Don't worry, Lucas. She's going to be fine."

She screamed again, and they were both crying endlessly now.

"We have to get you to a hospital, Brooke."

"No. No," she protested as she held a hand up weakly. "I'm fine. I'm fine," she repeated, as if trying to make it all go away with her words. She rolled her head from side to side in agony.

"Mrs. Scott," the man in white, standing above her, called.

No reply.

"Brooke, you're not fine!"

"I am!" she screamed, falling forward slightly. "I have to be," she sobbed. "I have to be."

"Pressure dropping," one of the nurses called as she glanced at the monitor.

"She is losing too much blood," the doctor said.

"Brooke," Lucas said, holding onto her tightly. "If you want this baby, we need to go."

"I am fine," she sobbed, feeling a cool, trickling of liquid slowly roll down her leg.

"Brooke . . . you're bleeding."

"Heartbeat is dropping," the nurse called again.

"We're losing her," frantic voices spoke out loud.

"Please, Brooke," he begged, sobbing. "Let me take you to the hospital."

"No, no, no," she muttered repeatedly in anguish.

Lucas finally let his tears fall, releasing the pain and agony that had been tearing away at his heart all night.

"Nathan," he said despairingly into the phone. "Call the ambulance and meet me here."

"Come on, people," the doctor shouted. "We have to do some work here."

The men and woman, all dressed in the same bland white, rushed to perform specific activities on the cold woman before them.

A nurse called out statistics. "We've got to get her heart beat back up . . . now!" she shouted.

"It's going to be okay, Brooke," Lucas says as he struggles to keep up with the men wheeling her into the white truck.

"I don't want to go, Lucas," she sobbed, shaking her head.

"It'll be okay," he repeated, kissing her hand as they slipped her inside.

"Lucas," Nathan called, shaking the pain-stricken man before him. "Lucas, the doctor wants to speak with you," he told him urgently.

"What's wrong with her?" the doctor asked.

"She's three weeks pregnant, abdominal pain, and experiencing vaginal bleeding." Their words were rushed as they rolled her inside the white operation room.

Lucas got up, feeling as if his legs were numb, unable to move as he witnessed the bearer of his wife's news before him.

They walked slowly towards each other, almost as if in slow motion.

"It doesn't look good," the doctor said somberly to the nurse.

He felt as if time was slowing down, waiting for him to face his fears. As he walked towards the doctor, his mind anticipated news that his heart wasn't ready for.

The doctor stood before him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Scott."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott. We did everything we could . . ."

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