(A/N: Thanks everyone for all the reviews. I'm glad no one was mad about what happened in the previous chapter and if you were mad, I'm happy you refrained yourself from saying so...lol. I want to thank my beta, Tanya for helping me with this chapter. She is so awesome and help make this chapter better. Thank you so much, Tanya. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Also for 'The Wreckers' readers, I'm almost finish with the chapter, I will most likely post it this week so look out for it. Thanks again you guys!)
Chapter Twelve: I Turn To You
For the arms to be my shelter
through all the rain,
For truth that will never change,
For someone to lean on,
For a heart I can rely on through anything,
For that one who I can run to...
For a shield from the storm,
For a friend, for a love
to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
- Christina Aguilera
Lucas' POV
I see her, sitting in a corner looking as frightened as ever. She has black smudge mark trailing down her eyes, with her arms wrapped around her legs. I want to rush over and hug her, but I can't. I don't know what's wrong with her and she doesn't want to be touched. So many things rush through my head. What happened if someone hurt her again? Or if she's grieving over her mother again. She just seems so broken and sad. She places her head in her lap, covering her face so no one will see her. It makes me want to go to her even more and tell her everything is going to be alright.
Rachel called me on the phone, she sounded urgent. It's been two months since Victoria died. I was wondering what else could have happened to her to make her so grief stricken. I hope it wasn't anything wrong with her dad. She loves her dad. It would be cruel for her to have just lost her mother and then to lose her father also. I don't know how people go through that. I just watched her. Hoping that she would open up to me and tell me what was wrong.
I was waiting for Rachel and Sam to come out of Brooke's room. When Rachel finally came out, she looks less than pleased. She walks over to Brooke and helps her up off the floor, she calls Sam over to help her. Sam comes out of the room not looking pleased either. They pick up the distraught brunette and bring her to her room. It doesn't take them more then a couple of minutes to come out. Sam was the first to come out of the room, she takes a seat next to me on the couch. She looks at me shaking her head, which confuses me. I was still unaware of what was going on.
I figure Sam knew, "What's going on?"
She crosses her arms, "I don't really know," she tells me flipping her hair. "I just got home and Rachel told me she'll explain it to me later. All she told me was it had to do with you. It's kind of strange how every time something goes wrong there you are."
I glare at her, "You're not really helping the situation."
She scoffs, "Apparently neither are you," she says giving me the same attitude I just gave her. "Look Lucas, you know that I like you. I mean you're a very cool person and Brooke obviously has feelings for you which means something. I just don't understand what keeps going on. I hate seeing Brooke hurt."
I nod my head, "I really don't know what I did," I tell her honestly. "I mean just yesterday I came over to give Brooke some soup Haley made her. She said she wasn't feeling well and I brought her some medicine and I stayed with her until Rachel got home."
Rachel comes out of Brooke room, she slowly closes the door. I stand up waiting to see what was going on. Rachel walks up to me, she raises her hand and slaps me across the face. She surprisingly packs quiet a punch. I feel my face begin to sting as I place my hand over it.
"What the hell was that for?" I ask her.
She crossed her arm, "I trusted you," she tells me with hatred dripping off her voice. "I trusted you to take care of Brooke and look what you've done. You are such an ass wipe that you couldn't even take care of that simple task and now you did this to her. This was the last thing that she needed. She had just started up the company, they loved all her ideas and now this.. Why? Please just tell me why?"
I look at her, confusion written all across my face. "What are you talking about?
"She's pregnant," she tells me. I hear Sam gasp, she's now on her feet. "Two months to be exact. So, there's no need even figure out who the father is."
I couldn't believe it, "We used a condom."
Rachel rolls her eyes, "Bravo, you used a condom." She places her hands on her hips. "Apparently it didn't work. I don't know what is with you Scott's and your supper sperm, you knocked up my friend again. Do you know what this is going to do to her? Don't you see the pain this is already causing her? She's not ready to pregnant again, especially after what happened last time. How could you not think about the consequences of your actions? This is going to break her Luke."
I shake my head, "No, this won't," I still feel my head roaming all over the place. "Brooke is strong. She is going to get through this, I know it."
She nods her head, "You better hope for your sake she does," shooting daggers at me with her eyes. "If anything happens to Brooke, just know that I'm going to hold you accountable for it. I swear to you Lucas. She better be okay and you better make sure she's okay. And whether she decides to keep this baby or not, you're going to support her decision. If she decides to keep it, you'll be there every step of the way. Meaning doctors appointments, birthing classes, late night craving. You'll be there for everything. If not, so help me, I will kick your ass Lucas."
"Alright," I wasn't going to fight with her, because it will be a battle that I will obviously lose. "I'm so sorry, I didn't--"
"Save it," she cuts me off. "I'm not the one that's pregnant here. I just thought that for once, I could trust you with Brooke. Just this one time. I finally put my trust in you and look what happens. That won't happen again and you know why? Because I'm not going to letting you hurt her again."
I look down to the floor, "It won't happen again," I feel like a child right now, being scolded for taking a cookie out of jar without permission. "I can't promise I won't hurt Brooke again."
She glances at me, "What?"
I sigh and look up at her, "Rachel, I'm in love with her," I tell her as she crosses her arm. "Love to me means good times and bad times. Right now may be a rough patch, but things will get better. Sometimes I'm going to hurt her and she's going to hurt me, but that's okay because I love her. Love is never easy. It takes work and it takes a lot of commitment and as long as I'm there for her, that's all that matters. I will always love her, so don't you for even one second ever doubt that I wouldn't be there for her. I would give up everything for her and I do mean everything. I'm sorry for what I have done, but I don't regret it. I would do it all over again if I had to. She needed me that night and I was there for her. I'm going always want to be there for her so please don't hate me for that."
Tears begin to roll down the red head eyes, "I don't hate you," she tells me unfolding her arms. "I really want what's best for Brooke, she's the only person I got. I know I get a little overprotective, but I can't help it. I just don't want to see her get hurt."
I pull Rachel in for a hug, "Don't worry," I said rubbing her back. "I'm going to be there for her. I promise."
She nods her head, "What about Peyton?"
"Peyton and I are getting a divorce," I tell her. "We talked and we figured that would be the best thing to do. I get the papers next week and we meet up with our lawyers the week after that and after we settle everything, we finalize the divorce."
She pulls back, "I'm sorry it didn't work out."
I smile, hearing the sincerity in her voice. "It's alright. It wasn't meant to be," she nodded her head in agreement agreeing with that he just said. "But I still have a shot with Brooke. This time, I won't screw it up. I promise."
Rachel sighs, "I know you won't," she looks towards Brooke's door. "Go in there, father to be. Comfort her. Here's your moment, take it."
I grab Rachel and hug her again, "Thanks Rachel you really are a great friend and Brooke is lucky to have you as her friend and so am I." I said as I pulled back and smiled down at her.
"Anytime," she laughs pulling back from the hug. "Now hurry up, before she falls asleep or something. She's been sleeping a lot lately."
I smile as I step away from her and walk over to Brooke's room door, looking back at Rachel and Sam. They both give me thumbs up and urge me to go into Brooke's room. I walk inside and there she was. Lying on her bed holding onto her pillow, she doesn't turn to look at who it is. She probably has a clue it's me already. I walk over to the bed, I climb onto the bed and wrap my arms around. She turns over, revealing her puffy red eyes and her tears stained make up. I wipe her eyes with my thumbs and kiss her on the forehead.
She leans her head against my chest, "I guess you know," she whispers as I simply nod my head. "I'm sorry. I should have never initiated the kiss and you wouldn't be in this position of having to go through a divorce and having a 'baby mama'."
I laugh at her usage of the word 'baby mama'. "It's not your fault," I tell her kissing her forehead. "I'm at fault too, but I don't regret this."
Brooke's POV
I look up at him confused, how could he not regret something like this? Especially after what happened last time. How could he expect me to carry this baby, when I couldn't even protect the last one. I know I would be a good mother, I did a good job with Angie, but how do I protect this baby? How can I be sure I won't lose this baby like I did the last one.
I feel the tears well up in my eyes, "You don't?"
He shakes his head smiling, "Ever since senior year I always thought of a having a baby with you," he tells me, the smile becoming brighter as he continues. "I imagined having a kid with your brunette hair, your hazel eyes, your raspy voice and those cute incredible dimples."
I laugh, "Really?" I feel a smile form on my face. "I'd always imagine have a kid with blond hair and blue eyes. Always brooding like it's father, but it would be okay because it would be cute. If his father could pull of brooding and make it sexy, I know our baby could make ten times sexier."
I hear him laugh, "Ten times? Couldn't be just as sexy?"
I shake my head, "Nope," I tell him. "This baby is going to have some of my genes in it too, meaning this is going to be one incredibly cute baby. We're going to have to lock him or her in their room, especially being the fact that this is going to be a Scott/Davis baby."
"That's true," he nods his head and laughing. "Especially considering your party girl attitude."
I punch him in the arm, "Excuse me for having some fun." He grins at me, holding my hand. "We'd name our kid something like Jean Claude Scott or Elizabeth Taylor Scott. You know something like that."
"Brooke, we're not naming our child that," he tells me causing me to scoff. "What? We're not naming our kid after some famous actress or Jean Claude, it's french. We're not french."
I roll my eyes playfully, "You're point," he just shakes his head. "Okay, what do you plan on naming it. Since you're so brilliant at making up names. Tell me what you would name our kids hot shot and it better be good. Nothing like Margaret or Arthur. Those names are not cute, they are ridiculous and sounds like an old lady and old man names."
He laughs, "I wasn't going to say that," he says defensively. "Something more like Grace or Jack."
"Gag me," I tell him, pretending to stick my finger down my throat. "Those are horrible."
"Yeah, cause Jean Claude was so much better."
I squeeze his hand, "Well it's better than Eugene." I tell him jokingly.
He turns serious, "My mom named me that after my dead grandfather."
I cover my mouth immediately, "Lucas I'm so sorry, I didn't mean too."
He starts to smirk, "I'm just kidding, my grandfather name was Kyle."
I punch him the arm, "I can't believe you would do that to me," I cross my arms turning away from him. "I hate you, Lucas Scott."
He tries to turn me over, "Come on Brooke," I try not to laugh as he begs. "I was only joking, I thought that is what we were doing was joking around. I didn't mean to offend you, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Come on, I'm sorry.."
"Psych!" I yell laughing. "Got you."
He tilts his head back in embarrassment, laughing. I watch him, he never look so attractive to me then right now. He was just so cute, with his sparkling blue eyes and his soft pink lips. I wanted so bad to reach over and kiss him, but I couldn't. I didn't want to mess up our friendship. I feel his thumb rub over my hand as he stares intently in to my eyes.
He smiles, "You're going to be a great mother, Brooke Penelope Davis."
I smile back at him, "And you're going to be a great father, Lucas Eugene Scott." I squeeze his hands again. "Thanks Lucas, for everything you've done for me over the past two months. You've really been a great friend. I just really wanted to thank you for that. I don't think I could have made it through all of this without you. Thank you for being here for me."
He nods his head, "That is what friends are for right," he tells me. "I'm always going to be there for you Brooke. I'm going to be there with you every step of the way for you and for this baby. I promised to save you and that's what I'm going to do.. I love you, Brooke."
I simply nod my head, not knowing how to reply. "Thanks. I always knew I could turn to you."
(A/N: Brooke's pregnant! This story is just going to get a whole lot better and filled with more drama, just wait and see. Oh, I'm also sorry for the people I told Peyton would be in this chapter, I changed her role so she comes back later on. I know you guys won't be that pissed off without Peyton...lol. Also, I'm sorry for not writing a response to your reviews, it's just that I'm tired and I wanted to get this out tonight instead of tomorrow. So I promise I will answer you all next chapter! Thank you so much and please leave a review. Click the button below. You know you want to...lol)