Finally an update. I think I've been saying that a lot with my updates! LOL Oh well, classes are almost finished and hopefully I can find some inspiration through the lack of it on the show. HA!
Anyway, I'm thinking one more chapter now. I don't know if this one makes complete sense from beginning to end,…but I'm hoping so! And hopefully it's not too dull either!
Read and enjoy!
Brooke is a very demanding pregnant woman on bed rest. Lucas doesn't even get twenty minutes to himself before Brooke is calling for something else. And just when it is about to get to him, he reminds himself that he's lucky she's even allowing him in her life, and he swallows his pride and fulfills her every order. This time, she's demanding he get the magazine he must have left on her dresser, instead of on her bed.
"Here you go," he hands it to her with a smile.
"Ugh, this is last month's Cosmo, I wanted this month's," she grunts. Her delicate fingers turn through some pages. "I've already read this one. When you go to the store later, you can get a new one."
"I'm going to the store later?" He asks, slightly amused.
"Yeah," she nods. "I want chicken fajitas for dinner, and I'm sure we don't have the stuff for it."
He wants so badly to joke with her right now, and tell her how cute she is when she's being all demanding, but the last time he tried that, she snapped on him and threatened to kick him out of her house. So, he remembers his place in her life, and just nods his head. He figures they haven't made it to the point in their relationship that they're actually okay with each other. He's only there because she has no one else.
Brooke knows she's being absurd with her orders, but for some reason she can't help it. She always tries to talk herself out of demanding something from Lucas, but her hormones won't allow her to keep her mouth shut. So, she keeps her orders going, but won't allow Lucas to have a normal conversation with her. She can't. She just hopes he realizes she's only allowing him to do this because she needs someone, and once she's done needing him, he's free to go.
She's thirty-two weeks now, eight months. And she's been on bed rest for the past three weeks. It's driving her crazy only being allowed to be in bed, but she knows it's best for the baby, so she goes along with it. And it also makes it harder for her not to talk to Lucas, because she so desperately wants someone to talk to. But, her baby has been growing perfectly, and she hasn't had any bleeding or cramping since the first time.
"Anything else?" Lucas asks. "Need a bath tonight?" He raises one eyebrow slightly, hoping she doesn't go ballistic.
Brooke gives him a dirty look. "Actually, I think I do," she lifts an arm and sniffs her under arm. "Probably," she nods her head. Bath time is her favorite time. It's so relaxing sitting in a tub of water, and letting her ever growing belly float. Because even though the only thing she can do is lie in bed all the time, her huge belly still strains her back. And she knows she can get into the bathtub by herself, but Lucas insists on helping her. And she lets him, because most of the time she makes him get her bikini out so she can put that on until he helps her into the bathtub. It's a little bit of a reward for him, since he's been doing everything for her.
"Do you want me to pick up some more movies?" He asks. When Lucas is being so accommodating, Brooke starts to feel guilty that she plans on kicking him out the second she doesn't need him. Because he's been great. He doesn't push her to talk, he hasn't confessed his undying love to her, and he hasn't once acted like he needed anything. He's been so self-sacrificing ever since she came home from the hospital, putting her and the baby above everything else. And if she weren't so stubborn, she would have let him in a little. But, she blames it on the hormones.
"I'm sick of movies," she sighs. "How about a book? Have you read any good books lately?"
Lucas' face lights up at the mention of a book. Because ever since he's been in Alabama, he's been writing like crazy. And he has finally finished the first draft of his third novel, and he wants nothing more than for her to read it. "I do have a book for you to read, but I don't know how good it is."
"Haven't you read it?" She asks, turning slightly in the bed, which makes Lucas come to her aid, and try to guide her along. "I'm okay," she tells him, so he won't touch her. She doesn't want him to touch her.
"I wrote it," he answers her, not looking her in the eyes; instead still making sure she is comfortable.
"You wrote it?" She asks, skeptically. "Is it some epic romance, love bullshit?"
"No," he shakes his head. "But, you'll be the first to read it since I've stared writing it."
Brooke sighs, because she doesn't think she wants to read another of his books, but she nods her head. "Okay, I'll read it." Lucas' face lights up, and she feels a little better. "I have to pee."
"Okay," Lucas nods his head. When she first came home, Lucas tried carrying her to the bathroom every time she had to go, but then they got into an argument about how Brooke isn't an invalid and can still walk, so he hasn't tried carrying her since. He does, however, help her enough so that she doesn't have to strain. So he grabs onto her arm with one hand, and puts his other arm behind her back and helps her up. He walks her to the bathroom, where he then lets her do the rest, but only because she won't let him help anymore. He thinks maybe he is overbearing, but he can't let anything else happen to Brooke. He sits outside the bathroom door until she is done, which she usually yells at him about because she can't go to the bathroom with an audience, so sometimes he pretends to leave just to make her happy.
When she's done, he helps her back into bed, and then goes to the store to pick up some dinner and other things to help keep Brooke entertained. Lucas never once in his life thought he would end up being someone's slave, but he can't help but be happy to be doing it for Brooke. Because even though she doesn't really engage him, he's still at least in her life.
No one in Tree Hill knows what's going on with Brooke, and Lucas likes it this way. Brooke doesn't need their fake sympathy. The only person he's told is his mom, who wasn't very shocked to find out Brooke was carrying his child, which he found weird. She has promised to come and see them as soon as possible, but they haven't made it yet. He can't wait to see his mom and his little sister. Because he pretends like he doesn't miss his old life, but he does, and he knows if he could just see his mom, he would feel better.
The first thing he does when he gets home, even before he puts the groceries away, is go into Brooke's room and check on her. He finds one of her neighbors, James, sitting in a chair by the bed, having a conversation with her. Lucas hasn't liked James ever since the first time he saw James talking to Brooke. He is the only single guy in the whole neighborhood, and Lucas is very skeptical of him. Even though Brooke acts completely uninterested him, and he truly only acts like a caring neighbor. Lucas is jealous, plain and simple. This James guy actually gets to talk to Brooke, he just gets ordered around by her.
"Hey," Lucas says, his head peaking in the door. "Just wanted to let you know I was home."
"K," Brooke answers, not really interested.
"Hey James," Lucas acknowledges him.
"Hey Lucas," he answers; only looking up from Brooke for a moment, before returning his attention back to her. Lucas thinks he should probably be slightly put out by the way all of Brooke's new friends treat him the same way Brooke treats him, but he doesn't mind, really. He's not there to make friends. He's there to make sure nothing happens to Brooke.
"So, Janessa was cheating on Rick with Petey?" Brooke asks, an amused smile on her face, and James nods. "This sounds like something straight from Wisteria Lane," she giggles. "I love it."
"We were all pretty surprised," he chuckles.
"Um, yeah," Brooke nods her head. "They just had a baby last month. What if the baby isn't Rick's?" Brooke loves when her neighbors come to visit, because they always keep her updated with all the gossip, which is a slight deterrent from her life of boredom.
"I don't know," James shrugs, "Rick's been staying with me, though. He's crushed."
"Ha!" Brooke laughs. She turns her head to see if Lucas is still standing in the door, and he's not.
"What's up with you two, anyway?" James asks.
"Nothing," Brooke shrugs.
"Are you really making that poor boy wait on you hand and foot, and you're not giving him anything?"
"James, I am so pregnant right now," Brooke shakes her head. "Plus, I'm on bed rest, you know." She loves when James comes the most, she's decided. When she first met him, he thought he was a total hottie, and someone she could possibly start dating in the long run, nothing serious, of course. But, then, she started talking to him and realized he didn't exactly like dating girls.
"Oh, hunny, you know you need to get laid. It's been like, nine months, right?" He laughs.
"Hey!" Brooke exclaims. "It has not been nine months. I'm not even nine months pregnant, yet!"
"He is a hottie, Brooke."
"A hottie that has broken my heart a million and one times."
"He's here, Brooke," he suddenly turns serious. "I don't know many guys that would do everything that he's been doing for you if he didn't mean it."
"You don't know Lucas Scott," she sighs. "I moved here to prove that I don't need anyone, and I don't."
"You kind of do right now," he points out. "It's okay to need someone, Brooke."
"Not when every time you've depended on someone, they've let you down," she sighs, not really wanting to get into her whole mess. Out of everyone she knew here, James is the only one who knew a little about her past. Mainly about how many times she's been with Lucas.
"You are a difficult pregnant woman," he laughs. "Fine, if you don't want him, do I have your permission to try?"
Brooke laughs out loudly. "That would be so funny. I don't know what he would do."
"Never know," James shrugs, "he could be a closet freak."
"Oh, he is," Brooke giggles, "but, probably not in the way you're hoping."
"So he is good in bed," James eyes her. "Tell me more. How big is he?"
"Oh my god," Brooke rolls her eyes. "Can we please talk about someone other than Lucas Scott?"
"Oh fine," James huffs, "If you don't want to talk about how hot the father of your child is, then I guess I'll just have to go."
"Ugh, you bitch!" Brooke teases.
James laughs. "No, really, I have to get going. I have a hot date tonight." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Of course, probably not as hot as the guy in your kitchen is."
"Ugh, I so hate you!" Brooke throws a pillow at him, laughing. "Thank-you for coming to see me!"
"I had to keep you in the loop. Plus, it's always fun seeing Lucas." Brooke laughs as James gives her a hug and waves good bye.
She sighs and settles back down into bed. If she wasn't so pregnant, she definitely would be hot for Lucas right now, because it's been so long. Ugh, damn James for even putting those thoughts in her head! She's been doing so good, avoiding any kind of feelings for Lucas, and he had to go and drool over how hot Lucas is. She just wishes she could get off bed rest so she wouldn't have to depend on Lucas anymore.
"Lucas!" She yells, rolling her eyes. Damn those hormones.
"What's up?" He asks, popping into her room.
"Did you get my magazine?" She asks. He nods his head and exits the room for a few moments, before returning.
"My, um, book is in there, too," he hands her a couple of things.
"Okay," she says slowly. "Thanks."
"No problem," he smiles, and turns around to leave.
"Lucas," Brooke stops him, and he turns around slowly. "Um, thank you, for everything. You know, all of-"
"Don't worry about it," he cuts her off. "I owe you."
She ignores his comment, and he leaves the room to finish dinner. She really wants to ignore his book, and read her magazine, but she grabs his book instead, because she can't help it. She flips to the first page, and starts to read. And before she knows it, Lucas is bringing her food into her room on a tray.
"You're reading it?" He asks, kind of surprised.
"Yeah," she blushes, setting it down so she can eat her food.
"Cool," he nods, and sets the tray down. "I think you have everything, so I'll be out here eating."
"Okay," Brooke smiles. She wants to ask him to stay and eat with her, but she figures he probably wants some time away from her, so she lets him walk out of the room.
Lucas is lonely. Every night he eats dinner by himself, sitting at Brooke's table. He's too afraid to ask if he can eat with her, so he doesn't. He resigns himself to the kitchen table, where he always wishes Brooke would call him into the room for something. But, he won't let it show. It can't be about him right now, it has to be about Brooke. Everything has to be about Brooke. And when he finishes his dinner, he quietly cleans up the mess, until Brooke calls him into her room to get her mess.
"Lucas, I'm done!" She calls from her room.
He obediently goes into her room, and starts to collect her tray. "Um, I think I'll take a bath when you're ready."
"Okay," Lucas nods, and takes the tray from her room. He decides he can do the dishes while Brooke is in the bathtub, instead of making her wait until he's done with them. "Alright, you want your bikini?"
Brooke so badly wants to say no, because her hormones are raging from her talk with James, but she knows she has to. So, she nods her head, and Lucas retrieves her bikini from her dresser drawer. He places it on the bed beside her, and starts to turn from the room.
"Lucas, wait," Brooke stops him. "I need some help standing up."
"O-okay," he shakes his head, wondering why he hadn't thought of that in the first place. He goes to the side of the bed, and helps her to a standing position. "Okay, I'll, um, be right outside."
He takes a long look at Brooke's angelic face, and lets his eyes wander down her body. She's all baby. Her face hasn't poofed out, like some pregnant woman's do, and her arms and legs are still slender, but her breasts, they have gotten bigger and fuller, and so has her ass. And he would like nothing more than to caress both of them, but he doesn't cross that line.
"Okay," Brooke nods, but she doesn't wait for him to get all the way out of the room before she starts to pull her shirt over her head. And Lucas glances back as tosses her shirt onto the bed. Her belly is so big, and her back is arched forward because of it. But, it's so beautiful; he just wants to touch her so badly. Because that's his baby growing in there. He's pretty sure her skin cannot stretch anymore than it is, and it looks so smooth. Perfectly smooth. And just as he's about to leave the room, Brooke starts to rub her belly, and he gets jealous. Because he wishes it was his hand rubbing her belly. He leaves the room, and rests his forehead against the wall outside. Sometimes he thinks he won't be able to last any longer without being able to be with her. He just wants to kiss and hold her, and talk to her belly, his baby, their baby. He wants them; Brooke and their baby.
"I'm ready," he hears her say from the inside. He draws in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly before returning to her side. He places his hand on her back, and they walk into her bathroom. He starts the water, and adjusts it until it's the temperature she likes, the temperature that is okay for her and the baby. Because he read too hot of a temperature can be bad for the baby.
He throws a couple of bath cubes into the tub for her, because that's what she likes, and waits for the tub to fill. He doesn't watch the water, though, instead, he stares longingly at Brooke's belly. It's what he does every time she's about to take a bath. Because he wants to see their baby move. It hasn't happened yet, and he's hoping one of these times he'll get lucky.
Brooke gets uncomfortable standing in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill up, because she knows she looks like a fat cow, or even an elephant, and Lucas just stares at her the whole time. She knows she shouldn't care, but he's so used to seeing her with a flat, toned tummy. And she's not sure she'll ever have that again. So, she fidgets with random things, hoping the water can go just a little bit faster. Every once in a while, her hand gently grazes her belly.
"Does the baby move a lot?" Lucas asks, and she's surprised, because he doesn't usually ask about the baby. And he sounds scared.
"Yeah," Brooke nods. And she feels guilty, because she's never once stopped to think that maybe Lucas would want to feel their baby moving. She moves towards the sink, and Lucas immediately rushes to her side to help her. "I'm just getting a hair tie," she tells him, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry," Lucas blushes, and watches as she pulls her hair up into a sloppy bun. "Can I feel the baby move some time?" He asks meekly.
Brooke looks up at him, and she's not sure how to answer. She knows she should say yes, but if she does, then that's letting him in too much, she thinks. She can't get attached to him again. She can't let herself start to think that he's going to be there for the baby, and just have him do the same thing he's always done. She doesn't want that for her baby, and she doesn't want it for herself.
"Lucas," she sighs, and closes her eyes. She takes in a deep breath and holds it. "Okay," she nods. "Yeah, you can."
"Thank you," he whispers, dropping his head. He doesn't know how he could have let things with Brooke get so bad that she wouldn't even feel comfortable letting him feel their baby move. He's paying for it now. "The water is ready," he tells her, getting up and shutting the faucet off. He goes to her side, and helps her ease into the bathtub.
"I think I want some bubbles," Brooke smiles, joyfully.
"I'll have to turn the water back on."
"Okay," Brooke nods, and leans back against the tub. Lucas does as asked, and fills the water with bubbles.
"I'm going to go do the dishes, now," Lucas tells her.
"Lucas, can you help me?" He nods his head. "It's hard for me to untie the strings on this top, can you do it for me?" His breath hitches in his throat she leans forward for him. He slowly unties both the neck and back strings, and turns around to leave. "Lucas," Brooke stops him once again. "Can you wash my back?"
Lucas swallows hard with his back still towards her. He can't even believe she's asked him to do it. He turns back around to find her sitting up, the bubbles covering up all of the right spots, and holding up a poof. He nods, and goes towards her. He kneels down next to the tub, and takes the poof. Lucas holds his breath as he squirts soap onto the poof and starts to rub her back, gently and slowly.
Brooke closes her eyes as Lucas swipes the poof back and forth on her back. She's crossing so many lines, and she knows it. But, it feels so good, it's giving her goose bumps. She doesn't want him to stop, and it's not until she's sure her back is raw that she tells him to stop. "Thank you," she whispers. "Um, this might be kind of weird, but do you think you can shave my legs?"
Lucas squints his eyes, and rubs the back of his neck. Is she testing him? Is she trying to see just how far she can go before he says no? He pushes the thoughts out of his head, and nods his head. Of course, he'll do anything for her, but when is it crossing a line? She leans back, and sets a leg up on the side of the tub. And he really can't wait to get his hands on her legs, even if it is to shave them.
The pregnant beauty knows she's really pressing her luck, but she just wants so badly for him to touch her. She didn't even know it was possible to get turned on by someone shaving her legs, but she is. And she keeps telling herself it's only because it's been so long, but she knows that it's not the whole truth. Because her heart yearns for Lucas Scott, and it always has. She closes her eyes, and lets her head fall back as he slides the shaver along her leg. If only he would just go up a little further.
"I need the other one," he says after he's finished with the first. And she puts her other leg up on the other side of the tub, not even thinking about what she would look like. And Lucas instantly gets hard seeing her legs spread like that. He squirms and fidgets, trying to hide himself, and takes his stuff to the other side of the bathtub. He tries everything to take his mind of her position, even looking at the belly that is poking through the bubbles, but nothing works. He clears his throat, and lathers up her leg with shaving cream.
Brooke is trying so hard not to grab his hand, and guide it up her leg, to where she wants it to be. It's not helping that he uses one hand to hold her leg, while the other holds the razor. His one hand can almost completely wrap around the top part of her knee, and it just reminds her of what it's like to have his hands roaming her body. She clenches her shut eyes, and shakes her head, trying to think of something else. And for a moment, the hand holding her knee starts to glide upward, and she inadvertently lets out a low moan.
Lucas stops when she moans, and looks up at her face. He hopes he hasn't crossed a line by letting his hand go up farther, but he couldn't help it. He wants to touch every part of her body so badly. Her face is flushed, but he figures it's from the warm water, but her eyes are still shut. "Are you okay?" He asks, and she just nods her head with her eyes still closed. He could read her so easily before, but since he's been helping her; he can't read her at all.
She's embarrassed about moaning, so she can't open her eyes. Especially, since he had stopped what he was doing when she did moan. But, God, she wants him to go up farther. She knows the doctor said no sex, but that doesn't mean she can't get off, right? Her breathing has quickened, and she's getting so hot. He continues to shave her leg, and continues to ache between her legs.
"All done," he speaks with his last stroke, and she feels empty and when he pulls his hands away.
"Thank you," she says, because she's not sure what else to say. The baby starts to flip in her stomach. "Lucas," she opens her eyes and looks at him.
"Brooke, I don't think I can do anymore because I-"
"Feel," she grabs his hand and places it onto her stomach where the baby is moving, and his eyes grow wide.
"That's the baby?" He asks, excitement evident in his voice. She nods her head. "Wow," he gasps, astonished. "Wow." His face lights up into a smile, and Brooke can feel her insides start to get warm. He's so amazed. His hand glides along her belly, following the baby's movements.
"Baby moves a lot," Brooke tells him, smiling because he is smiling so wide.
"Baby?" Lucas asks, not taking his hand from her belly.
"Yeah, I call the baby baby, because I can't call the baby he, she, or it," she informs him.
"Baby," he says through a breath. The baby starts to settle down, and Lucas keeps his hand on her stomach, hoping to feel more.
"I think baby has found a comfortable position," she says.
He's disappointed, but still so amazed by finally getting to feel his baby move. "Thank you so much, Brooke," he looks up at her, his hand still on her wet tummy. "That was awesome." The smile won't leave his face.
"It is awesome," Brooke nods her head. And she wants so badly to kiss him in that moment.
"Have you thought of names?" He asks, hoping she won't get mad at him.
"I've been trying," she nods. She didn't want to talk to him about this, but she can't help it. "I can't seem to find one that really fits, though."
His hand is still on her stomach, even though they both know the baby isn't going to move again, but he's hoping. He's hoping the baby will move again so he has an excuse to keep touching her. They sit in silence, his hand still on her. And neither know what to do, because neither want to end this moment.
"Can you help me out now?" Brooke asks, breaking the silence.
"Sure," Lucas nods, finally and reluctantly taking his hand from her stomach. "Do you want your top back on?"
"You've seen me with my shirt off before," she says with a shrug before she can really think about her response. Damn hormones. She knows she should take it back, but she can't.
"O-ok-okay," Lucas stutters. He grabs a towel, and then goes and helps her stand up in the bathtub. And her chest is completely exposed as she stands, and all he can do is stare. Her breasts have gotten much bigger with the pregnancy. He tries to turn his head, so she doesn't know he is staring, but all he can do is look away a couple of times, only to have his eyes return to her chest. It doesn't help that they're glistening in the light, and beads of water are streaming off them. "Yo-you're ahem, uh, be-beautiful, Brooke," he manages to choke out.
Brooke blushes at his words. "Yeah right," she tries to blow it off. "I look like a fat pregnant cow."
"No," Lucas shakes his head, his eyes finally leaving her chest and meeting her eyes. "You're beautiful." And he stares deeply into her eyes, so much so that Brooke can't find a single word to say. All she can do is stare back at him. Neither blink, neither turn away, until both of them realize they are crossing lines, and avert their eyes. He hands her the towel so she can dry off. He pulls the plug from the drain, and then helps her from the tub, and holds onto her so she doesn't slip on the wet floor.
He walks with her into her bedroom. "Do you want me to get your pajamas?" He asks.
"No," she shakes her head. "It's too hot."
"Do you want me to turn the air on?" He asks, concerned. She shakes her head. "Okay," he looks towards the floor as she lets the towel fall. He helps her get into the bed, and starts to turn away.
She knows he's not going to make a move. Part of her is glad that he knows not to do that to her, but the other part needs him to make a move. Her hormones are raging, and she so badly wants him to touch her in all of the right places. And as she watches him start to turn away from her, her heart starts to ache as well as other parts of her. He's been so doting, and caring, and she wonders if she can just let her walls down, because she wants to so badly.
"Lucas," she says grabbing his arm, her voice coming out lower and raspier than normal.
"Yeah?" He turns to look at her, hoping she wants something more than just a magazine.
"I need you to touch me," she whispers, looking up at him through a vulnerable gaze.
Lucas loses his voice and his breath. She needs him? "Brooke," he whispers.
"I know," she shakes her head and looks towards the floor. "But, I need you to."
Lucas holds his breath and looks down at the love of his life. The one woman he would always do whatever it took to make her happy. And he reaches a hand out, and cups her cheek. "Anything for you, Brooke," he whispers. He kneels down in front of her, and lets his hand trail from her cheek, down her neck, to her shoulder. He guides her into a lying position, and continues to let his hand roam her delicate body.
"Lucas," she moans. She grabs the front of his white t-shirt, and pulls his face to hers. She opens her eyes briefly just before pressing her lips against his. And it's like both of them can breath again. Like, once again, they've found the other halves of their souls. His hand slides between the valley of her breasts, and slowly up to her erect nipples, while his mouth stays attached to hers. Her hand falls onto his, and slowly glides it down her torso, over her belly, and into her bikini bottoms.
Her other hand tries to reach for his pants, but he pulls away. "It's okay, Brooke," he breathes out.
"I want to," she whispers.
"We can't have sex, and I don't think if you get me started, I'll be able to stop," he tells her.
"But, I want you inside me," she whispers, and gently lets her lips brush his.
"And I want to be," he lets out a shaky breath, "I do. But we can't. I don't want to hurt you. It's best for the baby." His fingers start to move beneath her bikini bottoms, and she suddenly forgets what they are talking about.
He starts to slide her bottoms down her legs, and she kicks them off the rest of the way. He grazes the insides of her legs before bringing his fingers back to her center. And she lets out a loud moan when he touches her.
Her hands grip either sides of his face, pulling his lips into hers as he glides his fingers in and out of her slick folds. She's already close to her climax. She bucks her hips against his hand as much as she can, whimpering as she does so.
"Come for me baby," Lucas whispers into her ear. He moves his fingers faster, in and out of her, his fingers drenched from her wetness. Her breathing is getting more ragged, and her chest is heaving harder, and he knows she's close. He works his fingers against her bud, and she starts to arch her back.
"I'm coming, Lucas, I'm coming," she starts to pant. He rubs her until her body starts to spasm from her orgasm, and slowly until she comes back down. Her breath is haggard, and her eyes are closed. And Lucas can't help but think she's the most amazing woman in the world. After she's calmed, he's not sure what he's supposed to do. Does he stay, does he go? So, he starts to get up. But, Brooke places her hand on his arm, and says, "stay. Please stay." And he lies back down, more than eager to fulfill this one demand. Because in the last eight months, he has never felt as hopeful as he is feeling right now.