"Hey Whitey." Brooke said as she pushed Wyatt in his stroller up to the porch of Whitey's house.
"Mrs. Scott." Whitey said as Brooke took Wyatt out of the stroller.
"I'm not a Scott, Whitey. I'm still Brooke Davis."
"Like hell you aren't. You know that you were going to marry that boy. You don't need a piece of paper telling you that you were the girl Lucas was going to marry." Whitey said as he watched Brooke hold Wyatt's hands and help him up the stairs. "He has gotten big."
"Oh yeah. Can you say 'hi' to Whitey?"
"Hi." Wyatt whispered as he clung to Brooke's leg.
"Well hi to you too little man." Whitey said as Brooke picked Wyatt up.
"It's okay baby. You've met Whitey before, you just don't remember cause you were really little."
"I got a present for you." Whitey said as he pulled a present from behind his back. Wyatt gasped when he saw the present.
"Momma!" Wyatt shrieked, obviously star struck by the present. Brooke laughed and walked over to the chair on the porch and sat Wyatt down on her lap as Whitey handed him the present.
Wyatt immediately tore off the paper but was having trouble with the box.
"Here." Brooke said as she tore the tape on the side of the box and lifted the top off.
"Ravens!" Wyatt yelled as he lifted up the jersey.
"Wow, Whitey got you another Ravens jersey! Do you want to put it on?" As soon as Brooke finished her sentence, Wyatt already had his Bobcats jersey (which was a present from Nathan) half way off.
"Glad to see he likes it." Whitey said with a chuckle, taking a seat next to Brooke.
"Thanks Whitey. You really didn't have to wrap it." Brooke said as she put the Raven's jersey over Wyatt's head.
"Tanks!" Wyatt said as he looked down at his new jersey.
"No problem Mr. Scott." Whitey said to Wyatt before redirecting his attention to Brooke. "Of course I had to wrap it. It is a present after all. Besides, what do little kids love more then tearing wrapping off presents?"
"The presents themselves." Brooke said with a laugh.
"Have you seen Karen?"
"Have I seen Karen or have I talked to Karen? I saw her yesterday across the street from the record store. And, I'm pretty sure she saw me considering we starred right at each other." Brooke said with a sigh.
"You can't keep tiptoeing around her Brooke. She'll eventually realize Haley's been lying to her."
"Okay, I can't keep lying to her!" Haley said as she entered the house with a baby on her hip.
"Who and where did that baby come from?" Peyton said as she came down the stairs.
"Karen."
"And where did the baby come from?"
"I told you, Karen." Haley said as she went into the living room.
"You brought Karen's baby here?" Peyton exclaimed as she followed Haley.
"I offered to take her so Karen could work at the cafe with out worrying about Kirsten. Isn't that right baby?" Kirsten just nodded her head and climbed off the couch.
"What about Brooke?" Peyton said. Haley just didn't get how big of a deal this was. Brooke couldn't handle seeing Karen. How was she going to react when she saw Lucas's sister?
"Well, it's better than seeing Karen first right?" Haley said as she watched Kirsten go over and play with some toys that were scattered around the living room.
"Whatever."
"Which, if she doesn't want Karen to know that she is here, can you guys please be low key. I had to basically tell her she was crazy yesterday." Haley said as she picked up Wyatt's baby book off of the table.
She opened it up and looked at the family tree that was on the backside of the cover. Normally, it'd be a simple fill in. But, with the Brooke and Lucas, it became like a book. The first 3 little pegs were easy. Brooke Davis, Lucas Scott, Wyatt Scott. Under Lucas was Karen and Dan. But then Dan was crossed out and Keith written next to it. But, Keith was then crossed out and now had the whole story of how Dan was an ass and Keith raised him. Under Brooke were here parents, but a side note saying "Only biologically. They could give a rat's ass about me. Karen might as well have been my mom. Not that she is cause that would be incest and we'll have NONE of that."
"Crazy family tree huh?" Peyton said as she sat down next to Haley.
"Oh yeah." Haley looks over at Kirsten and sets down the book. "I should probably get her out of here. We don't want to freak Brooke out."
Haley got up and picked Kirsten up and walked towards the door. "Oh, you guys are still coming over for dinner right?"
"Yep. Just make sure Karen doesn't come over. That way we wont have to cancel." Peyton said.
"Of course. See you later."
After Haley left Peyton's she went over to Deb's. She was supposed to drop Kirsten off there so she could go to her doctor's appointment. She walked into the house and walked into the kitchen to find Deb reading a magazine at the table.
"Hey."
"Hey Haley." Deb said as she looked up. " And hello there Kirsten. You want to go watch some tv?"
"Yeah! Wiggles!" Kirsten said as Haley sat her down. Haley and Deb fallowed her as she ran into the living room. Deb turned on the tv and changed the channel to the Wiggles. Kirsten sat in front of the tv as Haley and Deb sat down on the couch.
"So your first appointment is today?" Deb said excitedly.
"Yep. See exactly how far along I am and everything."
"Well that's good. Do your parents know yet?"
"I haven't been able to get a hold of them. But the next time they call I'll tell them." Haley said as she leaned back on the couch, her hands running over her swollen belly.
Deb shook her head at this site. It was normal for women who were pregnant to do this but she couldn't help but remember the time she saw Brooke at Tric right after Cooper's funeral.
Everyone had gone over to Tric after Cooper's funeral for a wake. Deb had been a wreck, almost loosing her son and loosing her only brother. Dan had been trying to mess with her yet again all while supposedly helping Karen.
She had gone over to the one corner of the club where some couches were set up. Not many people went over there and it was empty as of right now. She sat there her head in her hands and couldn't take it anymore. She started crying. Partly because her brother had died and partly because she really didn't have anyone. Sure she had Karen, but she was pregnant right now and had enough on her plate. There was Nathan and Haley, but they were to busy reeling over what had happened themselves that it really wasn't fair to ask them to be there for her.
Brooke had been talking to Lucas over by the bar when she noticed Deb in the corner. She gave Lucas a quick peck on the lips and patted him on the shoulder. She walked over and sat next to Deb and wrapped her arms around her, rubbing her back.
Deb looked up, her eyes red and puffy from crying and found the person that she'd never expect to be comforting her.
"I don't know what to say. But I'm not going to say that 'I'm sorry' or 'It'll get better soon' cause I know your probably tired of hearing that." Brooke said as she looked at Deb.
Deb nodded and leaned into Brooke's shoulder. "I can't believe this happened. Why did this happen?"
"I can't answer that Deb. I guess no one really can." Brooke said as Deb's tears started to dry.
"Thank you Brooke. Really."
"It's not a problem. You just seemed so alone and sad over here. And it sucks when you feel like that and have no one to be there for you." Brooke said as Deb sat up, Brooke releasing her arms from around her. Deb sighed and leaned into the back of the couch.
Brooke did the same, her hands resting on her belly that had gotten slightly larger. Not big enough for anyone to notice. She just looked bloated. Deb noticed, not really thinking anything of it and then looked up at Brooke's face. She was thinking, the look on her face evidence of that. She bit her bottom lip and sighed.
"What are you thinking about Brooke?" Deb asked.
"Hm? Oh nothing. It's not important now. It can wait." Brooke said with a small reassuring smile. She looked up and saw Lucas looking at her. Her smile got bigger when she noticed him staring. Deb noticed this as well and tried to smile.
"Go be with your boyfriend."
"Are you sure? I can stay here with you if you-"
"I'm fine. Go. If I've learned anything from this it's be with the person you love as much as you can. You never know how long you have with them."
Brooke nodded and gave Deb another hug as she got up and walked back over to Lucas.
"Have you heard anything from Brooke?" Deb asked.
Haley shook her head. "Not since she left." Deb looked at Haley for a minute longer.
"You're lying."
"What?"
"You've heard from Brooke haven't you?" Deb said as Haley began to fidget.
"Deb, I haven't heard anything from Brooke." Haley said, trying to be convincing but was failing.
"Where is she? Is she okay?" Deb asked suddenly worried. It hadn't really hit her till now that Brooke had probably been pregnant. She had thought ever since that night at Tric that she possibly could have been but no one had ever said anything. After Lucas had died though, she knew she shouldn't ask. Brooke was going through enough. The morning Brooke left was the morning Deb was going over to return the favor that Brooke had done for her at Tric. But she had already left.
"She's fine. She is living in Savannah with Peyton and Jake." Haley said giving up on trying to lie.
Deb nodded taking this all in. She wasn't sure if she should ask, nt knowing for sure if it was true. Deb took a deep breath and then asked. "And the baby?"
Haley's head turned so fast from the tv to Deb, she was sure she had gotten whiplash. "Baby?"
"She was pregnant wasn't she?"
"How did you know?" Haley said quietly.
"At Tric, after Cooper's funeral. Something was different about her. She did the same hand movement that you just did too. On her belly." Deb said pointing to Haley's hands that were still resting on her belly. Haley nodded.
Had she been the only one who hadn't thought Brooke was pregnant? Even Nathan had said something was different about Brooke. That she looked like she had gained a little weight. Lord knows he would never say that to Brooke Davis. If he did he knew that there was no way in hell he'd be able to have kids because Brooke would surely kick him hard in his balls.
"So she's okay? And the baby?"
"She's fine, he's fine."
" A boy?"
"Wyatt Keith Scott." Haley said as she smiled sadly over at Deb.
Brooke walked through the front door, Wyatt in one arm, food in the other.
"We're back! We have food!" Brooke said as Wyatt pushed the door shut from over Brooke's shoulder, Brooke helping by kicking it with her foot.
"Brooke, what's this?" Peyton asked. Brooke walked into the living room to find Peyton on the couch, 'The Winter of Our Discontent' in her lap, an ultrasound in her hand.
"One of Wyatt's ultrasounds." Brooke lied. She always kept her ultrasound from before in that book.
She set Wyatt and the food down and sat next to Peyton. She reached over to grab the ultrasound but Peyton moved her hand away.
"No it's not. The date doesn't match." The name on the ultrasound was Brooke Davis but the date was from the year before Brooke was pregnant with Wyatt.
"Peyton, let me see my ultrasound." Brooke said, reaching for the ultrasound once more.
"No!"
"Peyton!" Broke yelled as she stood up.
"Brooke!" Peyton yelled as she stood up, the book in one hand, ultrasound in the other.
"It is my ultrasound! Give it back!"
"Were you pregnant before Wyatt!"
"It's none of your business!"
"Brooke you're my best friend! You live in my boyfriend's house! This is my business!"
"He wasn't even your boyfriend until 3 months after we moved in! And why was that! Oh yeah, because you were in love with my boyfriend!"
"I have apologized for that a million times Brooke! Are you ever going to let it go!"
"Are you ever going to give my ultrasound back!"
"Are you going to stop answering my questions with questions!"
By this time,Wyatt had gone into the hallway and sat on the floor with his toy basketball and was sitting on the floor, his back up against the wall. He had never heard his mom yell before, let alone at Peyton.
"Ravens, Ravens." Wyatt said quietly as he tried to bounce the ball.
"Give me my god damn ultrasound back Peyton!"
"Is this from before the first time you guys broke up!"
"You mean when he left me for you!"
"Is it!"
"There are parts of my life that you don't know about Peyton! That I'd like to keep to myself! Now give me my god damn ultrasound back!"
Peyton threw the book to the ground. "I'm your best friend Brooke! I would think that my best friend, would tell me something as big as the fact that she was pregnant!"
Wyatt jumped when he heard the book slam to the ground. He started crying, but neither Brooke nor Peyton could hear him over their yelling.
"You mean the best friend that slept with my boyfriend!"
"I didn't sleep with him!"
"You would have!"
"Damn it Brooke! All I want to know is if you were pregnant before Wyatt!"
"Why? Why do you care! You know what? I'm done." Brooke grabbed her purse that she had put down and started walking towards the door, until she turned around and went into the hallway.
"Momma." Wyatt cried quietly as Brooke came over and picked him up.
"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to yell." Brooke said trying to soothe her crying son as he cried into her shoulder.
"Brooke!" Peyton said as she met Brooke in front of the door. Brooke just sent her a glare and slammed the door.
"It's okay baby. Momma didn't mean to yell. I'm sorry I scared you." Brooke said as she walked fast down the sidewalk, Wyatt still crying into her shoulder. She began rubbing his back and he calmed down a little bit.
"Do you want to go see Whitey?" Brooke asked as she realized she had no idea where she was walking. Wyatt nodded his head in Brooke's hair, his tears finally slowing. By the time Brooke had gotten to Whitey's Wyatt was asleep on her shoulder. She walked up the porch and rang the doorbell.
"Brooke, what are you doing here?" Whitey asked as he opened the door to let her in.
"I got into this huge fight with Peyton and I stormed out of the house with Wyatt and Wyatt heard the whole thing and he was a wreak and I didn't know where to go so I came here." Brooke said as she went over and laid Wyatt on the couch. " I don't know what to do Whitey."
Brooke put a pillow on the other side of Wyatt so he wouldn't roll off the couch. She started pacing in the living room as Whitey sat down. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Brooke, what did you and Peyton fight about?"
"She found something and I didn't want to have to explain it, and I told her it was none of her business, which it isn't, but she wouldn't give up." Brooke said as she stopped pacing and went over and leaned against the wall. "I have no idea what to do. I'm in Tree Hill with my son and I just stormed out of where I'm staying. I can't go to Nathan and Haley's because Karen could stop by, same goes for here." Brooke said sadly.
Whitey nodded and looked over at what used to be Brooke. She hadn't been Brooke since Lucas died. And it killed him to watch her like this.
"Could you watch him for a little bit?" Brooke said after a few moments passed.
"Sure."
"Okay, he should be fine. He fell asleep not to long ago and shouldn't be up till 6. I should be back by then. If not, just give him some milk and maybe some cheerios. Here is his diaper bag." Brooke said as she handed Whitey the diaper bag the had been strung on her arm. Brooke walked over and kissed Wyatt on the head and walked out of the house.
It was a monday, when my lover told me,
"Never pay the reaper with love only."
Brooke walked around Tree Hill not knowing where to go. She just needed time without Wyatt right now. Process everything that happened. Brooke looked up and noticed that Tree Hill High was about a block away.
"Baby, please get up. Stay with me please. I love you." Brooke said as she pulled Lucas's head into her lap.
"Brooke..."
"Lucas, come on. I'd give anything if you just stayed here. You can't leave."
"I love you Cheery. You and our baby."
"I'd give my life for you baby, please just stay with me. Do it for the baby, do it for me."
What could I say to you, except, "I love you."
And "I'd give my life for yours."
Brooke felt tears streaming down her face as she turned around and walked away from the school. The place where her boyfriend died. She had walked a bit trying not to look at anyone or anything but it was hard not to. As much as it hurt, she felt like maybe some memories she once had were slipping because she was refusing to acknowledge them.
She had gotten to the bar where she had taken Lucas on their first date and decided to go in. She used her fake id and bought a beer. She looked around the place and remembered the first time her and Lucas had slept with each other.
It had been after she had sat on the steps in front of his room, totally doubting their relationship. That was also the night that he told her that he loved her. She hadn't been able to say it back but somehow that didn't matter to him. Like he already knew it.
The first time we made love, I, I wasn't sober.
And you told me you loved me over and over.
Brooke hung her head as she remembered this. Tears were coming down her face and she shook her head to try and make them stop but they wouldn't. It hurt her now. The fact that she didn't say it. When she had. She loved him at that moment too, but it scared her. She had never loved anyone before.
How could I ever, love another.
And I miss you everyday...
Brooke threw a 5 on the counter and walked out of the bar. It was getting darker. She checked her watch and it was 6:15. Wyatt would be awake right now but she couldn't go back just yet. She walked towards downtown and found herself at the church that Keith had almost gotten married in. She walked through the garden, looking at all the flowers and statues. She walked over and sat on a bench and looked at all the flowers in front of her. Most of the petals had fallen, it being winter and all. She looked down at the rose petals and remembered the time Lucas had surprised her at Rachel's cabin.
Remember the time we made love in the roses?
And you took my picture in all sorts of poses!
"You did this all for me?" Brooke opened the door to their room to find rose petals scattered everywhere, on the bed and the floor. Candles were lit and placed on the floor and dresser. He grabbed her hand and lead her into the room, shutting the door behind him. He kissed her and laid her on the bed slowly.
"Of course. I love you Brooke."
"I love you too Lucas." She said in-between kisses.
My dear, It's time to say thank god for you.
She got up and walked towards the rivercourt. That was just where she needed to go and hopefully no one would be there. She didn't want to run into anybody or do any explaining.
"Can you say Momma?" Brooke asked a small Wyatt. He just giggled at her and put his hands in her hair. She had been trying to get him to say his first word for about 6 hours.
"Come on baby, I know you can talk. Say something for Momma." Brooke said once more as Wyatt plopped down in her lap. "Please Wyatt? Momma would like it if you did."
"Dada." Wyatt said as he looked up at Brooke.
"What?" Brooke asked. She wasn't sure if her son had just called her Dada or if that was the only word he could grasp.
"Dada!" Wyatt said as he flung his arms up in the air.
"Can you say Momma baby? I know Daddy would be proud that you said Dada first but Momma would like it if you stopped yelling Dada to her." Brooke said as she picked Wyatt up. She walked over to the entertainment center and stood in front of the picture of her and Lucas.
"That's Dada, and that's Momma." Brooke said pointing to each of them. "Now, where's Dada?"
Wyatt pointed to Lucas in the picture.
"Good boy! Now, where is Momma?" Brooke said knowing this might be a little hard considering she was holding him and was in the picture. He looked at Brooke then back at the picture then back at Brooke.
"AH!" Wyatt said as he threw his hands up in the air laughing.
"You are such a silly boy" Brooke laughed and returned to the couch. "Now, who am I?" Brooke asked pointing to herself.
"Momma!" Wyatt shrieked.
"Good boy! Two words in one day! Peyton and Jake are going to be so proud of you!"
I thank god for you in each and every single way.
And, I know... I know.. I know.. I know...
When Brooke got there it was empty. She went over and sat on the picnic table and she couldn't take it. She started crying and didn't even try to hold back. This is where he had lived. He would go here and not have a care in the world.
"Push Brooke!" Peyton said as Brooke gripped her hand.
"Don't tell me to push! I'll push if I want to!" Brooke said as she began pushing. She had been pushing for a half an hour and this was getting ridiculous.
" 9, 10." Jake said as Brooke fell back onto the bed. "You're doing great Brooke."
"Psh, what a load of crap. If I was doing great he would be out of me already!" Brooke said as she felt another contraction coming.
"Alright Brooke, you need to push again." The doctor said.
"What if I don't feel like pushing? I hate how you just tell me what to do! Not even a please!" Brooke said before she started pushing. When the contraction was over she fell back to the bed once again.
"Brooke we need you to keep pushing now."
"I just stopped!"
"Brooke, you need to push!"
"A please would be nice."
"PLEASE push Brooke!" the doctor said as Brooke finally began to push again.
It's time to let you know. Time to let you know.
Time to let you know. Time to sit here and say:
"He should have been there." Brooke thought. He should have been there for his first words. He should have been next to her and he should have had a huge grin on his face and grab his son and tell him how proud of him he was.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
He should have been next to her in the delivery room, not Jake. He should have been next to her coaching her on and telling her it would all be okay as long as she pushed. And she hated that he wasn't there.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
Dan hadn't been there for him when he had said Dad for the first time. Hadn't been next to Karen in the delivery room. Here Lucas tried with all his might not to become Dan but he had. All because he didn't take his medication. He didn't take his medication. If he would have just taken those stupid pills he'd still be here right now.
Brooke got up and started to run. Not to Peyton's, not to Whitey's, not to her son.
I know we are... we are the lucky ones.
She ran down the streets of Tree Hill, her tears having stopped now. She didn't care if people saw her, or if they thought it was weird how she was running down the street. She just need to go to that place
I know we are... we are the lucky ones, dear
The place where she always felt like she was home. Where she could always find an open door. Always find someone who cared.
We are the lucky ones, dear...
Her eyes were still puffy from crying so much as she approached his porch.