A/N- Oh god, I'm a horrible person. I haven't updated in forever. I've just been working through ideas, but hey the more I think, the better the story is.
Oh by the way, I don't own OTH. If I did, I would be a dude. =
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It had been exactly 3 weeks since the infamous party at Tric. So there it was, Brooke definitely was pregnant, and Lucas was determined to step in. But that wasn't what Brooke wanted. The day they had talked about her being pregnant, Brooke had put her walls up again. They agreed that Lucas could check up on Brooke, but would stay with Peyton. They also agreed that he could come to doctors appointments, but only if Brooke wanted him to. Lucas felt like an asshole, following all the "rules and regulations" but whatever it took to be in his child's life, he would do it. He understood why Brooke was doing it anyway. He had really hurt her while they were together and she was vulnerable, but she hated that. Why couldn't he just figure out what he wanted already? Oh well. This changes everything.
"Hey Luke, Oh…God I'm, I'll just come back another.."
Brooke had just walked in on Lucas and Peyton, there they were sprawled out on his bed, fully clothed thank God, but making out like there was no tomorrow.
"No, Brooke, It's okay." Lucas said, running his hand through his hair. "What's up?"
Brooke was just about to ask for a minute alone with Lucas, already feeling horrible about interrupting them, when Peyton spoke up.
"Uhm, Brooke? Can I talk to you for a second?" Peyton said in an innocent tone, glaring at Brooke.
"Oh sure." Brooke said, stepping outside with Peyton.
"What do you think you're doing?" Peyton spat. "Are you trying to take everyone away from me? You're such a whore."
"Peyton! I'm taking everything away? Are you kidding me? Do you know what it feels like to be truly alone? Your Moms loved you, and they wanted to be with you, and your Dad is out, trying to live his dream and make a living and take care of you. My Mother and Father don't like me Peyton. They don't want to be near me. They don't want to have a daughter. I'm an expense Peyton, A living, breathing, regret. Your parents didn't have a choice. They didn't leave you because they didn't love you. I am alone, because no one cares enough to be around."
Peyton stayed quiet.
"Now excuse me. I need to go talk to the father of my unborn child." Brooke said, walking into Lucas's room and locking the door behind her.
"Oh my God. I think I just told Peyton." Brooke whispered to herself.
Peyton stormed back to her house to sulk in her room, and think about what was happening in her crazy messed up life.
"Well. First off what's going on, why are you here?" Lucas said gently.
"Haley took my car. Nathan has hers. So I need a ride to the doctor's office." Brooke said.
"Okay well. Let's go then." Lucas said, getting his keys.
"Well Brooke, Now that you're pregnant you lifestyle is going to have to change. Drinking, smoking ,etc. can harm the baby and could result in miscarriage. You've told me about the recent drinking, and the baby seems healthy, but that can't happen again because it really is a big deal.
Brooke and Lucas were sitting in the doctor's office, listening to all the information. Both feeling scared and excited at the same time.