A/N- Having a good day. Don't own OTH. More updates soon.
"I hate you."
"I know Brooke."
"You suck ass."
"I know Brooke"
"Stop saying I know Luke you sound like an idiot." She smiled.
"Eight hours is a long time." He smirked.
"He's gorgeous Brooke." Haley said, admiring the baby in Brooke's arms. Lucas sat next to her in the hospital bed, stroking the baby's head which was already covered in dark hair.
"My son is not gorgeous, he's handsome." Lucas corrected.
"I'm scared. What if I can't do this, guys?" Brooke said quietly.
"You can do anything." Haley said.
1 month. 4 weeks. 30 days. 720 hours. 43,200 minutes.
That was exactly how old Adam Jamie Davis-Scott was.
"Our kid is not going to have a hyphen in his name."
"Luke! Why not?"
"Because Brooke, it's all, hyphen-y."
"Hyphen-y isn't a word Luke." Brooke said smiling.
She and Lucas were sitting on his bed. It was a Saturday night and Brooke, Lucas, and Adam were relaxing.
"Your mom's coming home in 3 days." Brooke said.
"I can't believe we didn't tell her."
"She was in New Zealand for 10 months. How do we know she's not pregnant with, like, Andy's baby?"
Lucas laughed. He was freaked out about telling his mom, and even though Brooke was trying to be casual about it he knew she was scared too. A comfortable silence hung in the room and Lucas and Brooke had Adam leaning against a pillow on the bed. He was healthy, gurgling, and happy, like any other normal baby would be. But Brooke knew he was special, because he was theirs. She also knew there was still Peyton drama that her perfect child didn't need to be exposed too. Peyton and Lucas were working on their relationship, but weather it was jealousy or real concern Brooke was worried that Peyton might not be in their relationship for love and after everything, might end up hurting Lucas.
"Can I talk to my boyfriend please?" Peyton spat, slamming through the side door of Lucas's room.
"Speak of the devil." Brooke mumbled. After all this time, she was intimidated by Peyton. "Luke, I'm just gonna, um, go to the kitchen with Adam. Lucas nodded, looking between Peyton and Brooke.
"So what? She's living here now?" Peyton said, trying to sound innocent.
"No Peyton." Lucas sighed. "We were just taking care of Adam."
"Well what about me? Who's gonna take care of me while your off with her?"
"Peyton I'm sorry. She the mother of my son and I refuse to be my father." He said sternly.
"I'm not gonna do this anymore. You choose. Her or me?"
"Peyton! Are you freaking oblivious? You making me choose between you and my son? I don't think that's really smart because you're not gonna like my answer."
"But she's a whore Luke! You saw! You know she is and you know you don't even think the baby is yours! I know you do!" She yelled.
"Peyton stop it! I don't even know who you are anymore. She needed her best friend more than ever and you bitched and bitched about how everyone leaves? What about the girl who never wanted to leave you? People leave because you push them away, just like you're doing to me now." Lucas yelled.
Cries could be heard from the kitchen, and the two were silent for a minute.
"You need to go Peyton."