A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. As this was originally a oneshot, I didn't really think about where everyone was in their lives. Brooke and Peyton both have their own companies. The italics mean a flashback. After watching this week's episode I couldn't help thinking that both the Brucas and Breyton looked like a proper family with baby Angie. Any how, here's the latest chapter, enjoy.

Speechless

Brooke's POV

We haven't been out of our room for three days but we have to leave now. Our flight to Amsterdam is today and though I don't want to leave this room, I want to go. I'm kind of excited about this as I've always wanted to go and Peyton knows that.

Years ago we spoke about all the places we wanted to visit. Amsterdam was one of them for me and London was on Peyton's list. I feel guilty that she didn't get to see more of the city but she didn't protest to hard, in fact she didn't protest at all.

It was her idea to stay in the room for the reminder of our stay. She had told me something about the band she wanted to see. I wasn't paying attention to all of it; my mind as well as my lips was slightly preoccupied.

I think it was for work, I guess she thought that while she was here, she could check out some up and coming acts. She has people for that but she still gets a certain amount of pleasure if she listens to them live rather than someone telling her about an act and handing her a CD.

We've checked out of the hotel and we're sitting in a café. "So what do you want to do when we get out there?" She's taking a sip out of her drink when I answer. "We can go and see a sex show." She spits her drink out and I laugh. It's a good thing I'm sitting next to her instead of opposite or that would have been all over me.

She looks at me and gives me her 'what' look. "Why are you surprised Peyt?" I move closer to her ear, "You've known me long enough, inside and out." I leave a kiss beside her ear and pull back.

She's nervous, I can tell without even looking at her. I know I shouldn't enjoy it but I do. I'm finding a totally different side to her on this trip. I slip my hand in hers, slowly stroking it with my thumb. She pulls my hand to her lips and places a kiss, while keeping eye contact with me. She grins at me and we just sit there for a while.

Unfortunately our time is up in the café and we make our way to the airport. The flight isn't long and we jump in a taxi. We reach our hotel, which is quite close to Dam square.

I start to get excited and throw my bags, not caring where they land. "Come on Peyton, I wanna go see the city." I jump up in excitement. "We've only just got here and I'm tired." She doesn't share my enthusiasm; I guess I just have to think of something to get her on board.

"Ok, I'll make a deal with you. Come with me for an hour and we'll do whatever you want for the next 24 hours and I mean anything." I wiggle my eyebrows at her. Out of nowhere she gets a burst of energy. "Well what are we waiting for?" Before I know it she's pulling me out the door.

We're walking through the city when she throws a question at me. "What do you say about making this trip a bit longer and visiting some other places. Do you think they can hold the fort without you?" It doesn't take me long to answer. "They'll have to be fine. I guess there's no problem at your end then." She shakes her head as we continue walking.

Something grabs my attention "We're going in here." I grab her hand and drag her into a tourist shop.

There's nothing in particular that I'm looking for but I see a few things that I can buy for Haley, Nathan and even something for Peyton.

Her phone rings and for the first time in ages, she answers it. I'm still walking around, looking at the dirty and stupid souvenirs. I turn to her to show her something and she looks like she's in shock. Her face is pale and I see water in her eyes.

She hangs up the phone and I walk closer to her. "Peyt, what's wrong?" I ask while placing my hand on one of her arms. This seems to be what breaks her because instead of speaking, tears run down her face.

Peyton's POV

"First we're going in here." That's the last thing I hear before Brooke drags me into a tourist shop. We're walking around and she's showing silly stuff that she's seriously considering buying.

My phone rings and I was content in just letting it ring out to voicemail as I've done every time it's rang. I don't even know why it's on as I haven't been answering it. I make a mental note to switch it off when it's stopped ringing. I'm not sure what was different this time but I decide to actually answer it.

I didn't check the caller ID and but I'm wondering who was calling me. They introduce themselves and I start to get worried.

I can hear the voice on the other end of the phone and I'm responding but it feels like I'm completely out of my body as the words pass through. It feels like the words aren't going through at all and I'm not completely registering the information.

I speak but I'm not sure I'm actually saying the words that come out of my mouth. I can hear my breathing like I'm the only one in the room and there's no other noise.

I hang up the phone and in that moment, time seems to stand still. The words I heard were slowly starting to resonate in my mind. I'm just standing here, rooted to the spot.

Brooke walks closer to me saying something. "Peyt, what's wrong?" I hear her but it's not registering and I feel her hand on one of my arms.

I'm thinking about how great our time in Europe has been and how I didn't want it to end. It has been the best time of my life and I've spent it with the person I love.

This ruins it now; it spins everything on its head. I'm not sure when it starts but my eyes are filling up with water and tears start rolling down my face.

I pay no mind to it and I'm trying to stay calm and composed but its not working. Brooke pulls me into a hug and rubs my back.

Words seemed to fail me at this time because all I can do is cry. Brooke pulls away and places both her hands on my face. "Lets go back to the hotel." She wraps her arm around my waist as I rest my head on her shoulder. We walk like this back to the hotel.

When we reached our room, I'm still crying and still haven't spoken. She sits the both of us down on the bed. I feel so safe in her arms; I don't ever want to leave them.

The thing that comes to mind is a moment before any of this started. Before the phone call, the trip and the non-existent wedding day. It was a conversation Brooke and I had before the wedding.

Brooke and Peyton were sitting on the couch of Brooke's home. They had just finished eating lunch and were just spending some quality time together before the wedding.

On the outside they were happy but they neither of them knew the unmentionable conflict that each other was feeling about the upcoming wedding.

"So are you nervous?" Brooke asked.

"A little bit." Peyton could see that Brooke didn't believe her. "Ok a lot but that's expected right?"

Brooke shrugged "I guess but you're asking the wrong person. That's where tutor wife comes in. I'm just around for the free bar." Brooke waved her glass of wine before drinking some of it.

"We both know that's not the case. It's weird how everything turned out though, from high school to now. A lot has happen to us and between us." Peyton wasn't sure if she wanted to have a conversation about the past, the time when they weren't speaking to each other.

"I know there were times when I wasn't there like when Ellie died and when fake Derek first appeared. Even though we were fighting I didn't stop caring. I just couldn't be there for you when I was angry with you so much." Brooke couldn't help but be sincere about her feelings back then.

"It all looks so stupid now but that's hindsight for you." Peyton laughed.

"I wanted to be there for you, Peyton, I just needed to get over it, I guess. Just remember that no matter what, I'll always be here for you." Peyton couldn't help but pull Brooke into a hug after she spoke those words.

Lying in Brooke's arms, I kept remembering what she said. I somehow found the strength to use my voice. The words rolled off my tongue like I was saying something casual but in fact the words and reality of it was heart wrenching.

"My dad is in hospital, he's had a heart attack."