All right, this is the final installment. It was huge fun to write this. Thank you for your encouragement and support, my dear reviewers, As usual, I owe nothing related to one tree hill.

Chapter 7 – Brooke

I'm trying something new, leaving the high fashion diva in my suitcase, and trying the young housewife thing for size. I'm wearing a turquoise turtleneck, with a loose mustard sundress a little below the knee over it, a thin brown belt to give it shape, and a mustard band holding my hair. Very light makeup and ethnic jewelry finish the ensemble. Of course, there is a rather naughty lingerie set under it all, but my boy will only find that out after the party. In truth, I look very nice, but I can barely recognize myself. When I come down the stairs to meet Lucas, he stares at me for a long time, the little wheels in his head spinning, trying to make sense of what I'm showing him.

"I like it, pretty girl. You look very nice. Is this new Brooke here to stay, or is it just a one-time thing?"

"I think you will see her once in a while, at family functions and, I hope, PTA meetings. One's gotta adjust the style to the occasion, handsome. Let's go?"

Lucas picks up the bag with the gifts, and we go to the car. We pick up Lilly and Karen and head to the Scott mansion for the party. We are there early, because Karen has to help Haley with the food. I'm not much use for that, but I follow to try to lend a hand. Maybe my new disguise will inspire me.

Karen and Haley set me to making pretty arrangements with snacks on platters, which suits me perfectly. Eventually people start to arrive, and I am set on display, as Luke's new bride-to-be. I meet his grandparents, Royal and May, and the "Rivercourt gang" Skills, Fergie and Junk. Peyton and Jake arrive, with Larry and Jake's parents. Eventually the boys go play basketball outside, and I sit with Lilly on my lap, chatting with the girls and drinking eggnog.

Someone rings the doorbell, and Haley goes answer it. She comes back in with another brunette in tow. The family resemblance is there, but it ends definitely at the surface. The new arrival has a slightly uncomfortable mocking smile and weary eyes. There is an aggressive, defiant air to her that reminds me strongly of Rachel. I'm probably going to like this woman, if given a chance. She is definitely gorgeous, wearing skin tight jeans, high heeled boots and a sweater that hugs every curve. Karen is the first to go up to her. Karen is usually very sweet, but I've seen her angry, and she can get scary. She gives Taylor a very hard stare as she speaks. "Hello, Taylor. It's been a long time. Merry Christmas."

Taylor replies in a flat demeanor, embarrassment battling with her natural self-assurance. "Hi Ms. Roe. Merry Christmas."

"Meet my daughter Lilly. Lilly, this is Taylor James. Taylor is aunt Haley's sister."

Lilly checks out Taylor. "You're pretty. I know you're not really my aunt, but can I call you aunt Taylor?"

"Sure, sweetie. You're very pretty too."

"Thank you."

Lilly turns around and runs outside, probably to talk to Jamie about his aunt.

Haley introduces Taylor around, leaving me for last. "Finally, this is Brooke Davis. Brooke is Lucas' fiancee.

She checks me out, and my little disguise clearly gives her the wrong impression. "Lucas' fiancee, I see. How long have you two kids been together?"

I give her a sweet smile. She hasn't seen the tabloid coverage of our little adventure, and so she is in for a shock. "Two weeks." I show her the ring. "He proposed yesterday."

She can't hide the contempt in her voice. "You must be so happy."

"Oh, I am." I pause, looking her in the eyes. "I know you and Lucas have history, maybe even some unfinished business."

"That's right, baby."

"Well, feel free to work it out with him. I'll keep out of the way. I certainly owe you that much."

That confuses her. "What do you mean owe me?"

I pull her aside. My smile turns a bit predatory, and I reply in a near whisper. "He really knows how to please a girl. Best lover I've had, ever. I understand I owe that to you."

It dawns on her that I am not exactly what I look. "I did teach him a thing or two." Her eyes unfocus. She probably had a good deal of fun in the teaching. "You're not afraid I'll try to steal him from you."

"You're welcome to try, sweetie. He is outside playing ball. Just go say hi."

She leaves, and I turn to Karen and Haley, who had been discreetly following our conversation. I laugh at them. "All right, ladies. The show is over.". I turn to Haley, "I like your sister, Hales. Gorgeous and spunky. I wonder if she would model for me...".

A bit to my surprise, Karen and Haley start laughing. Haley turns to Karen. "Well, I guess Tay finally found her match." And she turns to me. "You'll do just fine, Brooke Davis, soon to be Scott. I hadn't realized, until this minute, how lucky Lucas was to have found you."

Karen interjects softy. "I knew..."

Soon Taylor comes back, looking a little dejected. She whispers to me. "What did you do to him?"

"Couldn't get a rise out of him?"

"Sweet, polite and totally unfazed. I really turned it all on for him, and he just, I don't know, treated me like a sister."

"It's not you, sweetie. You certainly have your girlie powers working just fine. We've only been together two weeks. It's a honeymoon. He could have all of Victoria's Secret angels offering themselves, and he would barely register. By the way, did you ever do fashion modeling..."

It was a bit after midnight when we left. Lucas was driving cautiously, aware of the effects of booze and too much rich food. I had to talk, if for no other reason, to keep him alert. "This party, Luke. I never had anything like this. You, and this incredible family. It's still all a bit unreal, as if at some point I will just wake up and find out these past two weeks were just a dream."

"A lot of the time, I feel the same way. Let me tell you something. When I gave Nathan and Haley their best man toast, I said that they gave their hearts to each other, unconditionally, completely. That's what made their love survive everything life threw at them. We did the same, my love, that's what we have been doing since that night. That's why I believe we will survive. We're just as real as Nate and Hales."

I like that. "That sounds like a good speech, fiancee. I wish I was there to hear it." She pauses. "Thanks, Luke. I know I'm jittery. I can't help it. Only time spent with you, getting used to us, will cure that."

Some of the gifts we got were rather special, like that beautiful white gold lily brooch. Nathan gave Lucas a framed picture, of a boy with a little girl on his lap. The boy is seven-year-old Nathan, and I am the little girl, in a yellow princess dress, on my third birthday. Peyton gave us a small oil on canvas, with Brooke smiling on Lucas lap, while Lucas was saying something in her ear.

"Let's exchange our gifts tomorrow morning, pretty girl."

"Oh, no. I'd really like to show you my gifts. And I'm dying to see what you got me."

"Puppy eyes and a pout? Really?"

"And why not? Whatever works, my love."

"Let me offer a deal. I have two gifts for you. I'll give you one now, and the other one tomorrow morning."

"That's fine. I guess I can do the same. You first."

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at wrapping up stuff." He gives me a slightly unshapely gift. It's a faded Tree Hill letterman jacket. I look at him, to let him explain. "That's my senior year jacket. We both know I should have offered it to you. So, there it is. Better late than never."

I give a little squeal as I put it on. Such a romantic, this boy of mine. "I love it! You know, lots of boys tried to get me to use theirs over the years. I never did. This is the only one I ever actually wanted."

"All right, pretty girl, Your turn." I give him the package, in the form of a large book. It's actually a picture album. Both Peyton and I had the habit of taking pictures, and we had a whole bunch of pictures of our freshman year in a box at Peyton's home. She sent me the box and I chose a couple dozen pictures, which I had enlarged, to make an album. There are a bunch of pictures of the basketball team, of the cheer squad, There's a picture of me jumping in the air, pom-poms in hand. There's even a picture of the four of us, Jake, Lucas, Peyton and I, smiling and all sweaty after practice. "Thank you. I love it. In truth, I have very few pictures from that year."

We are too exhausted for sex. Lucas strips to his boxers, and I take off everything, and put on one of his old t-shirts. We make out a bit, and fall asleep in each others arms.

I wake up alone in bed, with a faint smell of bacon in the air. As he sees me, he gives me a radiant smile. "Merry Christmas pretty girl. There's coffee on the pot, OJ in the fridge, and I am making french toast and bacon. Gifts and a run on the beach afterwards?"

I get near him, for a nice good morning kiss. "That sounds fine, as long as there is a long shower with my boy toy at the end."

"What's with you and sex in the shower? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Very few things nicer in this world than a naked, slippery Brooke."

"I like how your mind works, fiancee. Since I can remember, I always found water sexy. The shower is my favorite place to pleasure myself too. Actually, I've been meaning to finance the development of a true waterproof vibrator. I think it would make a fortune. Not that I need one right now..."

"All right, pretty girl. Mind off the gutter. This time you go first."

I go to my purse, and retrieve a small envelope. "Here. Merry Christmas again, fiancee."

He looks puzzled as he opens the envelope and reads the small piece of paper inside. "Really? Really, pretty girl?"

"Yup. It's the title of the Caddy."

He laughs, and grabs me by the waist, twirling me in the air. "That is so great, baby. You have no idea. I've become quite attached to that car."

"I've noticed. And so have I. You'll have to let me drive it, once in a while. Oh, by the way, the car comes with parking privileges, at the rental company's garage, so we can keep it in the City."

"Do you have a car?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's a blue, convertible VW bug. I love that car. I have a self-storage unit here in Tree Hill, with a bunch of stuff that I couldn't take to New York, including my car."

"We should have your stuff brought here. I think there's space for four cars in the garage here. I have car here too, a seventy eight mustang that used to be Keith's. It's in Nathan's garage, he uses it once in a while, to keep it running."

"That's cool. It's your turn now, sweetie."

"Oh, yes. I think you're going to like this." He picks up a thin rectangular package, wrapped in brown paper from behind a chair. I open it, and find a framed drawing, a sketch of a woman on a two piece plaid ensemble, the skirt right below the knee, with a ruffled white blouse under it. The paper is a little grayish with age. The sketch is signed, and I have to look at the name twice, before I believe it. C. Chanel. A signed sketch from the greatest fashion designer of all times.

I turn to Lucas and I start crying. "You know, you've been exceeding expectations ever since I met you. The jacket was incredible, but this? This is the best gift I've ever got. You have no idea how much this means to me. When I think I can't possibly be more in love with you, you come up with something like this... Thank you, thank you." I grab him by the neck and give him a huge sloppy kiss.

"You had another gift for me, if I remember..."

I give him a full smile. "I haven't forgotten, fiancee. Tonight?"

We go for lunch at Karen's and afterwards, we head for the cemetery, to go spend some time with Keith. Lucas told me they do this every year, on Christmas day. Karen and Lilly bring flowers, and they talk to him.

"Hi, honey. I miss you every day. Our daughter grows up and gets more beautiful every day. She started grown up school this year. She is in the same class as your grand nephew Jamie, and as they say, the Scotts rule kindergarten. We also have someone new today. This beautiful young woman is Lucas' future wife Brooke. I've told you about her. She is very close to Lilly and to me, but she only met Lucas recently. They fell in love, and they are going to be married next year, and come to live in Tree Hill. Please, look after her, as you do Lilly and Lucas."

She places a couple of white roses in front of the tombstone.

"Hi daddy, I miss you. Kindergarten was nice, and I really liked Ms Rosa, our teacher. Last week I went to New York with uncle Nate, aunt Haley and Jamie. We stayed at Ukie's apartment, and we went to the Zoo, and to the Dinosaur museum. We went to a basketball game, and Book made cheerleader dresses for me, for aunt Haley and for herself. She taught us some routines too. Ukie and Book are getting married. I am so happy. Book is going to be my sister. She asked me to be her bride's made in her wedding. Ukie told me that, when they have babies, I'll be the aunt Lilly. Please daddy, look after mommy, Ukie and Book.

By the time she is done, the tears are running down my face. Lilly places a white lily together with her mother's roses.

"Hi uncle Keith. I miss you every day. It was a great year, I was finishing my novel, working as an editor and coaching a really great bunch of kids. It was a bit lonely, being away from the family and from Tree Hill, but it was all good. Then, two weeks ago, everything changed. I met this young woman, Brooke Davis, the love of my life. Yesterday, she agreed to marry me. I also finished my novel and sold it to a publisher. I am now officially a writer. Next year, we are planning to get married, move to Tree Hill, and I want to coach the Ravens and continue writing. I feel your presence every day. Please look after my girls, Nate and his family.

"Hi Mr. Scott. I think I can call you Keith. I wish I had gotten to know you. There is something I need to thank you for. You were Lucas real father, and I have to thank you for raising him to be the wonderful man I fell in love with. I promise you I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make him happy. I wish you could be present with us in our wedding, and I hope you will at least be there in spirit, watching over those you loved so much. I guess I'll be here with you again next year, your daughter by marriage and in my heart.

After the cemetery, we head to Nathan and Haley's home. Lucas and I have to say goodbye, since we're leaving back to New York very early. I brought the album I gave Lucas, because I thought Nate and Haley would like to see it too. I tell Haley about the jacket and the Coco Chanel sketch.

"Wow. He is good, isn't he? I got these earrings." She shows me a pair of beautiful pendant earrings, white gold with a large diamond at each tip. "What else did you give him?"

"The Caddy."

"Wow again. You're pretty good too. I guess he really liked that."

"We're so lucky."

We say our goodbyes, promising to be back in a couple of months at the latest. Karen and Lilly stay for dinner, but Lucas and I decide to go back home, eat some leftover Christmas food and enjoy each others company. Of course, there is Lucas third gift.

I place a dozen candles around our living room, and position a large leather armchair facing the bottom of the stairs, with a broad open area in front of it. I turn off all the lights, and go up to change.

"Remember the rules of the lap dance lover boy. I can touch you, but you cannot touch me. So, keep those hands on the arms of the armchair. And enjoy the show. "

I chose a song with a slow grinding beat and looped it. I'm in full cheer uniform, the two piece, sexy one, and low sneakers, but I'm wearing just a blue thong under the skirt, and a push up half-cup bra in the same tone. For this presentation, I designed a routine that is exactly what I would never be allowed to do in school.

"I come down the stairs, timing the swaying of my hips to the tempo of the song. I haven't even really started, and I can already notice the bulge in my boys pants. It starts with a standing routine, emphasizing my legs, stopping a high kick holding one of my legs up with one hand in a sideways split, as I slowly bring my other hand down, lightly caressing my own leg and ending with my hand over the panties, teasing myself. Next, the same with a scorpion split, holding a foot next to my head, back deeply arched, while caressing the front of my thigh, and my nub over the panties.

A bridge, turning into a handstand and a frontal split, upside down.

Lying down, slight torso elevation on my elbows, legs up, opening slowly into a frontal split, eyes on Lucas eyes. Lying on my back, legs fully extended sideways, grab a foot with each hand and pull, increasing the frontal split to a supersplit. Bend my knees, push my legs back with my arms, cross my feet behind my head. A minute with both my hands on my folds, a finger inside me, another rubbing me. Losing myself in the music, in the pleasure, in his eyes...

Back up, strip the shirt. Play with my breasts, rub them in his face. Sit on his lap, kiss him with my back arched, hands on my nipples, slowly, slowly. Open his pants, let his glorious erection loose. Stand up on the arms of the chair, dance, rubbing myself in his face, losing myself again. Back on the floor, his legs between mine. Slowly remove the thong, back to him. Rub myself in his erection. Facing him again, feet in the seat of the chair. Knees bent, hands on his neck. A kiss, slow and deep, as I impale myself on him, all the way. Kissing him and moving with the music. It takes less than thirty seconds for him to come, yelling my name. I have no idea how many times I came.

I lay about ten minutes on his lap, and he is the one to break the silence. "Best Christmas gift ever, pretty girl. I knew you were limber, but talk about exceeding expectations."

"Pure thoughts, clean living and a harsh exercise routine, boy toy. I still have a few surprises in store for you. I may be a little kinkier than you know."

"Can I carry you to bed?"

"Sure, but I want a little more."

"What?"

"There's a bottle of rose scented body oil on the bedstand upstairs. I want a full body massage."

A week later, at the red carpet, entering the fire and ice ball, the cat gets completely off the bag.

"Brooke Davis and Lucas Scott. Is that a ring in your finger?"

I answer with a full dimpled smile. "He asked, and I said yes."

"Congratulations, you two. What about a kiss for the cameras?"

There's a number of people in the ball that know us, or want to know us. It seems that we've become fashionable, this season, among the glitterati. We drink bubbly, we dance, we kiss at midnight, a little oblivious to what's going on around us, lost on each other.

The following week, is back to the grindstone. We do a couple of morning shows, an interview for a national magazine, and another one for Vogue. The issue of the New Yorker with Lucas story is released, and a few days later, so is his book. I live in our apartment in Queens, commuting by limo everyday. Lucas starts traveling for book signings, but he can't go on tour, until the city tournament is over. I train a small, but very enthusiastic cheer squad for the Panthers. Lucas donates his image rights to a campaign for the city league, and other city hall initiatives directed at the city's poorer children and teens, and sells his image rights to a manufacturer of sporting equipment.

Late the following Saturday, my mother shows up at our door.

"Hello, mother. I thought I had seen the last of you before Christmas. Let me first introduce you. Lucas Scott, my future husband, Victoria Davies, my reluctant, and perhaps, former mother."

"You are such an aggravating child. And you," Staring at Lucas. "Will you excuse us?"

I gesture him to stay. "Sorry for her rudeness, Luke. You. You can just remove your sorry liposucked ass back to whichever hole it crawled from."

"I can't just stay quiet while you throw away your life, you stupid child."

"I'm sorry Ms. Davis. But your daughter is right. You either moderate your tone, or you will have to leave."

"Very well. I'll just say my piece. I heard you are selling Clothes over Bros, Brooklyn."

"That's true. I've just started negotiating an offer from Victoria's Secret."

"This is a mistake. The clothing line just started expanding. With the right management, it can become one of the major players in the industry."

"I know that, but I am not interested."

"And why not?"

I look at Lucas and smile. "My life has acquired other priorities."

"You're going to throw away your future for a boy? The company is Clothes over Bros."

I laugh. "Yes, I know. There will be a new company mother, called Brooke Davis Fashion. A small company, focusing on design, that will leave me plenty of time to what I really want to do with my future. Spend time with my boy. Bear his children. Make him happy."

"I can't believe what I am hearing. You are insane." She turns to Lucas. "It's all your fault. You manipulated this child, and now she is throwing away her dreams. For what? You?"

"For herself, Ms. Davis. I don't know if you want to be a part of our life or not. She is your daughter, and our children will be your grandchildren. Accept that, and you can be a part of our life. The door will always be open. Otherwise, I agree with Brooke. You can crawl back into whatever hole you slithered out from."

"Very well. You two stupid children deserve each other. Goodbye." She slams the door on her way out.

I sit on Lucas lap and whisper. "Goodbye, mother."

"I'm sorry, pretty girl. It can't be easy."

"I'm a fool, Luke. I always hope for a different outcome. I want her love, I can't help it."

"You're no fool. She is your mother, and no matter how much she disappoints you, you never completely give up on her. You have a giant heart, Brooke, and I love you very much for it."

"She is my mother. I'm so afraid I'll be like her with our children."

"You will be an incredible mother. Ask Lilly."

"Thanks, Luke. You will be a great father too."

"Well, since we agree we will be great with our babies, how about we go practice making one?"

"Sure, meet me in bed."

"What you're going to do?"

"I'm just going to grab some whipped cream, and chocolate sauce. I feel my kinky coming on."

The sun was setting on a beautiful summer day. "Lucas Eugene Scott, do you take Brooke Penelope Davis to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, and to cherish her, in sickness and in health, for rich and for poor, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Brooke Penelope Davis do you take Lucas Eugene Scott to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, to cherish him, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"By the grace of God, and the power vested in me by the state of North Carolina, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Peyton was standing next to me, holding the bouquet, gloriously pregnant. "How far along, PSawyer?"

"Eight weeks to term, BDavies."

"Let's find you a place to sit."

"Thanks. My feet are killing me. Where is that fool? He gets me in this state and now he disappears?"

Things have been going fine for the Jagielskies. For one, the advance money from the "Princess and the Knight" was enough put a nice down payment on their new Tree Hill home. Karen had the couple managing Tric for her, and Jake was about to start teaching at Tree Hill High in a few weeks.

After settling my maid of honor in a comfortable place, I went hunting for my new husband, until I found him talking to his brother. "Hello husband, brother in law."

"Ah, hello wife. I was just about ready to go looking for you."

"Follow me Luke. I have a little surprise for you."

"Sure wife, I love surprises."

I pull him into one of the downstairs bathrooms and lock the door behind us. His eyes gleam with anticipation. "Settle down, boy. It's not what you think."

"What, then?"

"Well, the day we signed the sale of Clothes over Bros, I went to the doctor and had the DIU removed." I open my purse and take out a small copy of an ultrasound. "I'm knocked up, baby. Six weeks gone."

A huge hug, a kiss and some smudged make-up later, we can actually talk again.

"Oh, Brooke. And I thought nothing could make me happier. Always exceeding expectations. Should we tell people?"

"Just wait a month. Things get more definite after the first trimester."

Of course, an hour later, Karen approaches me, and whispers in my ear. "So, I'm going to be a grandmother."

Another big hug, some more smudged mascara. "I won't ask you how you knew. I just told your son."

"His silly grin was a big clue. That boy could never hide anything from me."

"I should have guessed."

"Don't worry, I'll keep quiet. How far along?"

"Six weeks."

It's a beautiful sunrise in mid March, and the gang is all together, around the hospital bed. Haley is six months pregnant, another Scott boy. The nurse brings in the guest of honor. "Dear family, I would like you to meet Elizabeth Karen Scott." She's got a bit of dark hair, shockingly electric blue eyes and signs of dimples in her cheeks.

It's a beautiful afternoon in mid-June. Lucas is walking twenty-five year old Lilly down the aisle. She just finished Columbia law, and is beginning a job at the DA's office in New York. Her soon to be husband is a cardiology fellow at New York Prez. Our wedding gift to them was a two-bedroom apartment, in a nice neighborhood in Queens, that Lucas and I never had the heart to sell. I hope they will be as happy there as we were. My seventeen-year-old Lizzie is her maid of honor, my gorgeous blue-eyed brunette, the latest cheer squad captain, who just finished her junior year at Tree Hill High, and appears to have acquired a serious taste for breaking hearts.

Around here somewhere are my impossible fourteen-year-old twin boys, Joseph Nathan and Benjamin Keith. Fraternal twins, Joe is a copy of his father, right down to his quiet bookish ways, my secret favorite, and Ben is more like me, energetic, mischievous and very stubborn. They are very different, very protective of each other, an unbeatable pair at basketball and the bane of Lizzie's existence. Luke and Nate say that a third state title may be coming Tree Hill's way, when those two get on the Ravens. They were born eight weeks premature, and had serious health issues during their first three years. Joe, in particular, almost didn't make it a couple of times. It's funny that this family arranged itself in this pattern. First, Lilly and Jamie. Next, Lizzie, her cousin Francis, a couple of months younger and Jerry Jagielski, six months older, inseparable companions. Next, the twins and Anna Jagielski, a green eyed willowy blonde that had my boys fully wrapped around her fingers. Princesses and Knights, following the crazy, successful franchise that Luke and Peyton created and turned into an empire, with a dozen books, a TV series, movies and a varied toy line.

During the reception, I look for my husband of eighteen years. A little gray in the temples, maybe even more handsome than when I married him. Looking at him still lights a little fire between my legs, just like that night.

"I have a little surprise for you."

He follows me to a corner, and I whisper in his ear. "You did it again, hubby. Knocked up good. They say third time is the charm."

He gives me a big hug, but tries to be discreet. "How far along?"

"I don't know. Probably three weeks. I peed in a stick this morning." I can see a little concern mixed in with the happiness.

"Don't worry too much, lover boy. A while back I asked my doctor about getting pregnant again, and he told me there was no reason to fear that the complications surrounding the twins would occur again. He also told me I was in excellent shape. I'm just thirty-eight. It should be an easy pregnancy, Luke."

"Well, I'm happy if you're happy. I was really dreading that empty nest anyways."

"I'm glad to be of help, husband. Shall we dance?"

"We most certainly shall."

The End