Hey! Thank you so much Elizabeth, Mia andGrace for reviewing and telling me about your schools in the USA. It was really useful and I got an E1 on my project – I guess that's like an A! Yay!

Plus, thanks to LilAngel413 for telling me about using lines from the show.

By the way, I finally decided to name my chapters after songs like the episodes.

And Grace, I live in England.

This is a slightly longer chapter I'm trying out, so tell me if you prefer them like this or if you like the shorter ones.

It's too early!" Brooke whimpered. "It's too early, Luke."

Brooke was eight centimetres dilated, and there was still no Ross or Peyton. Nathan was still with Haley, so Lucas was acting as a substitute dad for Brooke. He didn't really mind – the day Tristan was born was the happiest of his life – he could relive it today, right?

Wrong.

"Where the hell is Ross!" Brooke was having major mood swings. One minute she was crying and scared because the baby was early, the next she was mad at Ross for not turning up. The contractions were the worst part; even with pain medication, she was still in agony.

"Ok, I'm just going to check how far you're dilated, Brooke." A pretty, young midwife came into the room and Lucas decided to give Brooke some privacy. He saw Nathan waiting outside.

"How's Haley doing?" Lucas opened the door and stood next to him.

"She's alright… What about Brooke?"

"I honestly don't know. Not good. But she's going to be ok, though." Lucas said, trying to reassure himself as much as anything. "Have you decided on a name for Little Miss Scott yet?"

"Um, yeah."

"Well?"

Before Nathan could reply, the door to Brooke's room opened and Brooke was wheeled out on her bed.

"What? What's happening?"

"She's nine and a half centimetres gone, so we're taking her up to delivery."

"Luke, please come." Brooke was obviously scared, and Lucas had no choice but to go with her.

"Nate, can you go and see if Ross is here yet?" He called down the corridor.

"Sure thing." Nathan called back.

When they got to the delivery room, Lucas stopped outside.

"Luke, come in. Please." Brooke was close to tears.

Lucas followed her in and decided that the safest option would be to stand by her and hold her hand.

"Thanks for doing this, Lucas." Brooke looked up at him. "It really means a lot to me."

"Then it's no problem." Lucas replied, smiling.

"Ok, Brooke, you're going to have to push in a few moments." The midwife called from the other end of the bed.

"Luke, I don't want to. I'm so scared." A tear trickled down Brooke's cheek.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine." Lucas gripped her hand.

"Ok, now push!"

Lucas winced as Brooke squeezed his hand really hard.

"Come on Brooke!"

"It hurts, Lucas."

"Just push and it'll all be over soon." He reassured her.

Brooke pushed.

"Oh god… she's breached."

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"What did I miss?" Ross asked arrogantly as he strode into Brooke's ward, twenty minutes later.

"Oh, only the birth of your child." Brooke snapped back.

Ross remained silent, so she carried on.

"And then he came out Ross- sorry, ass first-" Lucas suppressed a snigger. He had promised to stay with Brooke until Ross turned up. "-so they had to get him out and take him to the special baby care unit. So, thanks for being here, Ross."

"Wait, did you just say he?"

"Unfortunately." Brooke muttered under her breath.

"Box! So, like, we can call him Ross, right?" Ross

"In your dreams."

"Shall I go?" Lucas grabbed his coat and made for the door. Boy, was that situation awkward.

"No, stay." Brooke called him back, and Ross glanced sideways at him.

"Wait, was he here when you…"

"Yes, do you have a problem with that, boyfriend and father of the year?" Brooke said sarcastically.

"It's just…"

"Save it, Ross. Lucas realised I needed someone and was a great guy. Is a great guy." Brooke looked at Lucas and smiled.

"Whatever." Ross shrugged. "So where's my little Ross junior?" Ross left the room and went down the corridor

"Oh. My. God." Brooke closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Ok, tell me if I'm completely out of order, but why do you stay with him?" Lucas sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"No, don't worry about it." Brooke sighed. " Sometimes he can be amazingly sweet and he's the man I fell in love with. And then other times he's the complete jackass you just saw. I'm not sure why I thought he was ready to be the father of a child. It's not as if we planned it or anything…" She trailed off.

"Wow. That was… profound." Lucas remarked.

"I don't know what it is about you, Luke. I can talk to you. I can't do that with Ross." Brooke reached for Lucas's hand. "I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"What?"

Brooke gestured to the ward, her stomach and the small cot beside her.

"All this. Thanks."

"No problem."

Lucas leant in and gave Brooke a hug.

"And over my dead body are we naming him Ross."