Alright so originally i had written the chapter this weekend, but I just didn't have time to upload it or anything, so i got all my homework finished and decided to just do it now.. I just want to kind of get the ending going so you guys won't get that frustrated anymore or anything. Thanks for the reviews also, I'm glad you liked the last line.
So there's only one surprise happening this chapter, but it's kind of a big deal so it should be exciting. Like I said before, the chapters are most likely going to be somewhat shorter than you're used to, and I already explained why. Enjoy and Review!!!
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Chapter 48: Ohhhhh Dear.
After shooting hoops with Nathan, Kyle had went home and completely went to sleep. Facing your problems is exhausting within itself but having to talk about it over and over again is just too much. Nathan knew that, but for some reason people just wouldn't stop pushing him into madness.
So when he woke up at 11:43 the next morning, it didn't surprise him to see three missed calls. One from Peyton and the other two from Nate. He rolled his eyes, not even wanting to think about what they wanted to say. He swung his feet over the bed and rubbed his eyes.
He was just heading to his bathroom when he heard his phone ring, and surprise, it was Nathan. Kyle considered not answering it, but maybe it was something important. BUt knowing Nathan, it probably wasn't.
"Whhaaatttt?" Kyle whined into the phone, half serious and half sarcastic.
"Dude, you should've already been up so don't bitch to me like that," Nathan said dismissively.
"Whatever. So what do you want?" Kyle asked, fixing his bed with the phone in between his shoulder and ear.
"So I wake up this morning and remember this crib that me and Haley had bought a few months ago," Nathan stated. "So I'm sitting on the floor trying to work on the damn thing, but I can't figure out what the hell does with what or how it's supposed to go."
"Okayyy. What's your point?" Kyle said.
Nathan sighed, "My point is that I need help."
"HA!" Kyle yelled into the phone. "Nathan Scott actually admitting that he needs help with something as simple as a baby crib?"
"Okay seriously if you looked at the freaking instructions, you would be confused too," Nathan said defensively.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Alright whatever man. I'll be there in a little bit."
"Okay thanks, but I'll probably be out running some errands real quick. Haley's there so just walk in," Nathan explained.
"Alright. What errands do you need to run?"
"Uhh nothing. Just run to the store and get some things," Nathan said lightly.
"Okay then. I'll see you in a little bit," Kyle said before hanging up.
Kyle laughed as he brushed his teeth. Just imagining Nathan trying to figure out how to put a crib together was enough embarassment to make him want to help.
After brushing his teeth he walked downstairs to see his dad in the kitchen polishing his golf clubs.
"Going out on the course today?" Kyle asked, pouring cereal into a bowl.
"Yep. Ed Garrison challenged me to the driving range this afternoon, and you know I have to win," Mike said.
"I know how that is. So you're going to be heading out soon?"
"That's right. You got any plans for today?"
"Hmm nothing much. I'm probably just going to stop by Nathan and Haley's and help Nate figure out how to put together a crib," Kyle snickered.
Mike laughed also, "Yeah, those things are kind of complicated. And I'm an architect."
"Okay fine it might be harder than I'll expect." Both were silent for a moment before Mike stopped polishing his driving club.
"Okay, so I know I haven't been around the house, and we haven't hung out in awihle, but is it alright with you that I'm out golfing everyday?"
Kyle shrugged, "Actually it doesn't really bother me. I know that you love your job, and vacation is good for you, but you gotta do something and if golfing everyday is something you like to do, then do it. At least your around."
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Brooke couldn't believe she was hearing the doorbell ringing, especially when she was asleep. She squinted one eye open and saw Rachel's bedsheets ruffled around, like she had woke up and didn't even bother to fix her bed. She looked at her night stand, where a note with Rachel's handwriing said, Huge sale at Bendel's, Rachel. Brooke rolled her eyes. Rachel wouldn't lift an eyelid to go to school, but if there was a sale at a popular makeup store, she was there before anyone else could even open the door's to Bendel's.
Right next to the note from Rachel stood her alarm clock that said 12:03. She didn't want to get up, all she wanted to do was lay there forever, without no interruptions. It was kind of nice to not be thinking about anything, when you'd spent most of your time thinking just about everything there was.
She considered not answering the door, but it couldn't been something or someone important. And frankly there was no way she would be able to go back to sleep. She swung her legs over the bed and stretched her arms, careful not to twist too hard because of her ribs, which were still sore.
Running her hand through her hair, she walked aimlessly downstairs, just trying not to trip and fall. She reached the foyer, seriously hoping that it wasn't a girlscout selling fattening cookies or this weird lady wanting to talk to her about religion. Because if it was, she literally got up from her bed for nothing.
Swinging the door open, Brooke was met with the fact of someone that just completely brought back everything she was hoping not to think about.
"Whhhhaaattt?" Brooke whined, leaving the door open for Nathan to come in.
"Geez, what is wrong with everybody this morning?" Nathan asked annoyed, closing the door behind them.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Brooke asked, collapsing on the couch.
"It means that Kyle was in the same crappy mood when I called him."
"You know Nate I really don't feel like talking about Kyle anytime soon."
Nathan nodded, "Yeah I know, but that's not why I'm here. I kind of need your help."
"Help with what?"
"Well it just kind of occurred to me this morning that the baby's coming any day now, and I think I should start getting ready with everything. So I was wondering if you could decorate the baby's room? I would be willing to pay you or something," Nathan explained.
"Of course I'll decorate the room and I'm just going to pretend you didn't offer to pay me to do it. I love you guys, and I'm pretty sure I'll love Tutorbaby," Brooke said dismissively.
Nathan sighed, "Okay that's a relief. Now that's done with, all I have to worry about is the crib."
Brooke snorted, "The crib? Why is that such a huge concern?"
"Okay Brooke you don't understand. I sat down, hell, I even read the directions and I can't get the damn thing put together!" Nathan said.
"Chill out. Maybe you can get Kyle to help you with it," Brooke said lightly.
"Already one step ahead of you, he's coming over in a little bit. And I thought you wanted to avoid saying his name?" Nathan asked.
"I do, it's just that you know, Kyle's your friend and all, so he should help you and stuff."
"It's okay to miss him Brooke."
"Yeah I know. It's just that I didn't think I could feel this empty. And it's like whenever I think about it, another piece breaks away, so I just choose not to let myself think about it at all."
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As Kyle turned into the street, he noticed that Nathan's car wasn't parked, which meant he was still out doing whatever. He was kind of curious as to where Nathan was going, but he didn't think that much into it. Probably buying some other stuff he needed for the baby or something.
He got out of his car and knocked softly on the door.
"Hey Kyle," Haley said brightly, one hand on her stomach, like it always was.
"Hey Haley. Nathan called me over to help out with that crib," Kyle said, stepping into the house.
Haley rolled her eyes, "Oh that thing. Well good luck. He was stomping around the house all morning because he couldn't put it together."
"Yeah that sounds like Nathan. I know he's not home so if it's okay with you I'll just wait here."
"No it's fine. He should be back soon," Haley said, sitting down on the couch.
"So, how's the baby doing?" Kyle asked. Kyle had always had a good relationship with Haley, mainly because she made him see things more clearly, and not just from one angle, like he usually was. Plus he loved her macaroni and cheese.
"Baby's good. Can't wait for it to come out though," Haley laughed.
"Yeah I'll bet. Nathan's been pretty good through the pregnancy."
"Yeah he's been great. He was stuck in that whole 'becoming Dan' thing for awhile."
KYle nodded, "Yeah I know. That was by far Nathan's greatest fear, even when we were younger and girls weren't an issue."
"But I just know he's not going to be like Dan. He hadn't quite believed it yet, right now he's just being extra helpful."
"He's going to be fine. Nathan's always been talking to me about my problems, there's only been one time where we've talked about him."
"Yeah, it's nice to not have the conversation be about you."
"Totally. It's not that I don't want to talk about, that, but it's just like I have to say the same thing over and over again."
"Then let's not talk about it. General Hosptial's on!" Haley said excitedly, reaching for the remote.
"Oh yeah I've heard of this soap opera. It's like Brooke's favorite," Kyle said easily, then realized what he had just said. He didn't want to have to mention Brooke, but he couldn't even not mention her for more than three hours.
"Yeah and it's mine too," Haley answered, not notcing the change in his demeanor. "Brooke thinks it's absolutely the best one ever. There's something about mob bosses and men with guns that just gets to her."
Kyle smirked, "That's good to know."
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"Okay, so I know I see you all the time, but I haven't really actually talked to you about, you know," Nathan said, still sitting on Brooke's couch.
Brooke sighed, "Nathan, I thought I said I didn't want to talk about it."
"Yeah I know, but it seems like you do. You can't push it under the bed and hopes the mess gets a little smaller," Nathan explained.
"Wow, you're such an analogist," Brooke mumbled.
"Brooke don't be like that. I'm just trying to help you. Plus I know you're still kind of pissed about what happened the other day."
"Uh yeah, I am. Nathan you freaking yelled out my name while Kyle was there! Of course I was going to turn around."
"I know and I'm sorry okay? I wasn't thinking when I called out to you. I was just going to say hi, I'd thought Kyle had already left."
"It's okay Nate. I'm just, I just wish that I hadn't run into him that day. It just made things alot more harder."
"But it did happen. And who knows maybe it put some perspective into both of you. It's like both of you want to just act like that didn't happen. You don't wanna talk about it, you don't wanna think about it. It's like this giant elephant in the room that neither of you seem to want to acknowledge."
"Umm in case you hadn't noticed, we've acknowledged it for a long time now. Everytime you or Peyton or even Jake come around and ask me about it, I pour my soul out, and nothing ever gets done, and I'm tired of it! I can't bring myself to tell Kyle exactly how I feel, and that's for me to figure out. And I wish someone could tell me the right things to say, but all I ever get is a little more advice, and that's not what I need. The only thing I need is Kyle, and I have to pull something out of my ass to tell him that I love him."
"So what you're saying is that everything that me and Peyton and Jake have said isn't helping you? Brooke, you need to find some sort of clarity with the whole situation. And let's face it, you were a damn mess when this whole thing started, you didn't know which way was up. Whether you wanna admit it or not, you know that you can tell Kyle you love him, you know that. You're just scared that he's going to realize one day that you're not the girl he fell in love with, even though that'll never happen. BUt you need to believe that yourself, and whenever you know that, you will have no trouble coming clean with him."
Brooke stood up from the couch, "Okay see this is exactly why I didn't want to talk about this. Now you're going to start giving me tons and tons of advice, not that you haven't already, and I'm still going to feel like a loser who's never had a problem with saying how she feels before, and now she can't."
"Brooke you're not a loser, you're just in love."
--
"So Sam paid those two guys to harass Elizabeth in the park so she would want to stay away from Jason?" Kyle asked, intrigued by the tv show. He had always thought it was hard to get into a show when you didn't know what it was all about, but Kyle found himself interested in the people and the show itself. Maybe it was the fact that he could relate to some of the people and the situations. He was starting to see why Brooke and Haley liked it so much.
Haley nodded, "Yup. She's bitter because Elizabeth was able to have Jason's child and there was no way Sam could."
"Wow. But, if Elizabeth's in love with Jason, why can't she just be with him?" It wasn't that hard to comprehend. If you love someone, and both of you aren't seeing anyone else, then why not get together?
"Jason's this mob enforcer and his job is pretty dangerous. It would be a risk for the kids if Jason and Liz were to get together," Haley explained.
"But it's not like there can't be protection or anything right? There's a chance that the kids won't even get hurt. Plus Liz should totally dump Lucky, he's been a total ass."
"Well put. But she's still scared and all, her mother instincts are certainly kicking in. It's one thing if it was just Elizabeth, but she has her children to think about, and what's best for them," Haley said thoughtfully.
"Elizabeth should at least leave Lucky or something, it's not like she slept with Jason more than once."
"You're really getting into this aren't you?" Haley smirked.
Kyle shrugged, "Yeah, well. There's alot of messed up stuff going on. Like it's not fair that Sam's trying to pull apart people that belong together."
"Mmmhmm."
"Okay Haley I know where you're going with this, and I really think we should just end the conversation."
"Alright whatever you say. But at least now you know what everyone else is thinking," Haley said. She grabbed the arm rest to stand up, only to be brought back down again, one hand on her stomach and an uncomfortable look on her face.
"Haley, what's going on, are you okay?" Kyle asked, kneeling in front of her.
"I think they're contractions," Haley said, gasping for breath.
Kyle deadpanned, "Haley, you're water didn't... it didn't break did it?"
She looked at him apologetically, "Yeah, I think it did."
"Ohhh shittt."
--
"Alright so I'm just going to drop it before you throw something at me," Nathan said, still sitting on the couch.
Brooke sighed, "I know you're trying to help Nate, but I just, I can't, and I don't know why. I don't know if I'm nervous or just waiting for the right time."
"There's never going to be the perfect time though, Brooke. And sometimes you just have to take the opportunity when you see it, whether you're ready or not."
"Okay is this another one of your basketball analogies?" Brooke asked.
"Maybe, maybe not. But that's not the point right now is it? So I said I wasn't going to talk about Kyle, and I clearly broke that promise. Changing the subject, you're still going to Duke right?" Nathan asked.
Brooke nodded, "Well that's the plan so far. I already got accepted and I figured I could be with everybody and be around for Tutorbaby."
"Yeah you better go to Duke, it would be nice to have the baby's godmother around," Nathan said absentmindedly.
"Yeah that would be... wait. WHAT?!" Brooke shouted.
Nathan smirked, "You heard me. I wasn't supposed to say anything until the baby was born, but me and Hales were talking, and we want you to be the baby's godmother."
"Oh my gosh Nathan that's awesome. I would be honored to be the godmother!" Brooke exclaimed, giving Nathan a hug.
He laughed, "Yeah, I thought you might be."
"Gosh, I'll buy the baby all the clothes in the world, and then all the candy, and then I'll give it advice on dating. I'm going to kick ass at this!"
"Alright two things about being godmother. One: the only things worth teaching are acceptable things, not how to make a fake ID. Another one, don't ever cuss, especially when they're just learning how to talk," Nathan said.
Brooke nodded enthusiastically, "Alright sorry. Gotcha."
"Okay," Nathan replied just as his cell phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. Kyle. "Umm I kind of have to take this."
"Sure, who is it?" Brooke asked before seeing Nathan's awkward face. "Oh okay, nevermind. Yeah it's fine."
Nathan smiled apologetically before answering, "Hey I was just about to call you."
"Umm Nathan you might wanna get to the hospital right about now," Kyle said, in his truck with Haley in the passenger seat, taking deep breaths that she learned from Lamaz class.
"Why, what's wrong. Is it Haley?" Nathan asked, suddenly serious with Brooke watching anxiously next to him.
"It's nothing wrong, it's just that, well, she's kind of going into labor right now," Kyle said, pulling into the Emergency parking lot of the hospital.
"Now, like right now? Already?" Nathan stuttered.
"Yeah, like right now. I got to go, we're at the hospital," Kyle said, ushering for a nurse to come out with a wheelchair.
"Alright I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay with Haley until I get there," Nathan said, already heading towards the door.
"Don't worry about that. Just get here soon."
"Okay I have to go. Haley's in labor," Nathan explained as he hung up the phone.
"Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!" Brooke shouted, jumping up and down.
"Okay while you do that, I'm going to head over to the hospital. You're coming right?" Nathan asked, one hand on the door knob.
Brooke nodded, "Absolutely. I'm just going to change real quick and I'll be there in fiftenn minutes. And stop fidgeting Nathan, she's going to be fine."
Nathan laughed nervously, "Yeah I'll try."
--
Never in his life was Kyle this clueless. First off, he had no idea the type of breathing patterns that pregnant women were supposed to do, and he had no idea how to tell how far a woman was dilated. But something told him that he didn't really want to know that let alone try to check himself.
Which is why he felt like a complete idiot power walking next to Haley who was in a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse, chanting frantically how exciting this was on the way to a hospital room. Kyle was just waiting for Nathan to get his ass over here and take over.
"Okay so how do you figure out how many centimeters you're, dialated or whatever?" Kyle asked as he helped Haley into the hospital bed.
"Hmm, looked like she's about six centimeters dialated," the nurse interrupted, throwing away the used gloves.
"So how long will it take her to be fully dialated?" Kyle asked.
The nurse shrugged, "It depends. She dialated pretty quickly but sometimes this can take as long as 32 hours before the baby gets to come out."
Haley groaned, "Oh my gosh, I'm never having sex again."
Kyle smirked, "I bet Nathan won't like that."
"Yeah well he's not exactly here right now so I can't tell him myself."
"So, does it hurt?" Kyle asked, not really knowing if it was a stupid question or inappropriate, seeing as this was his best friend's wife.
"It's just a bit uncomfortable, but I know it's only a matter of time before I'm begging for drugs," Haley said.
"Yeah," Kyle said, feeling like he really didn't belong in the room. Not only was it awkward being there, it was kind of a weird experience being there, when he'd only just met Haley a couple of months ago.
"So when did Nathan say he would get here?" Haley asked, trying to make conversation.
"Well he said he would be here as soon as he can, but I'm not too sure when because of afternoon traffic and all," Kyle explained, praying that Nathan would get here in time for the birth of his child.
"Oh ok. Well hopefully he gets here soon," Haley said calmly.
"Yeah, look I know that I'm not exactly the best person here right now, I mean I have no idea what the hell's going on and all, but if you need anything, you know, just ask," Kyle offered.
"Ha the only thing I need is this baby to come out, and I don't think you want to be the one to do it," Haley laughed.
"Yeah I guess not," Kyle smied.
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As Brooke rummaged through her closet, looking for something decent to wear, an object suddenly appeared into her mind. It was the source of basically all her problems, right from the start. Only problem was, she had no idea where it went.
When she was received it from Peyton a couple of weeks ago, she left it somewhere to be looked over for later preferences.
She quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a white polo shirt. There was no way she could get to the hospital within the next hour if the traffic was as bad as she thought it was.
Personally Brooke thought that Haley going into labor was probably the best thing that would ever happen at this point. For weeks, even months she was so immersed in her whole Kyle situation, and then the accident, it was relief to have something else to think about and put her focuse on. Not that Kyle wasn't in her head at all, because he was. But at least she could concentrate more on being there for Nathan and Haley, rather than someone who she wanted to be there for, but wouldn't accept it.
And then it hit her. If Nathan was on his way to the hospital, then it was Kyle who was driving Haley there. Which meant that Kyle was probably going to be hanging around there until Haley had the baby, and Brooke wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing
Suddenly butterflies rushed into her stomach. She really wanted to be at the hospital with Naley, and help out in whatever way, and it was an excuse to get close to Kyle, even if she didn't talk to him. But the thought of being alone with him in a hospital waiting room was enough to drive her up the wall. What would she say? Would she sit next to him or as far away as possible? And was it really necessary to have it be that awkward?
She leaped to her dressed and started going through every drawer, pushing anything that got in her way. Then she jumped onto her bed and flung the bed covers everywhere, hoping for a folded piece of paper to drop out of nowhere. But she couldn't find it. She was pretty sure Rachel didn't have it, Rachel wasn't really around that much to even bother to put it anywhere.
Brooke stood up and observed the entire room, thinking way too deep into this if you asked her. Then she tried to remember where she had last put it, when she had last read it. She quickly smacked herself in the head.
"Why the hell didn't I think of that sooner?" Brooke said to herself as she lifted up her mattress, finding the worn out paper laying carelessly in between the mattress and spring.
She held it cautiously in the palm of her hand, asking herself over and over again if she could actually put herself out there for the first time in God knows how long. Brooke could only think that the decision had already been answered for her, and maybe it had always been, she just couldn't find it.
So there were two decisions to make, two forks in the road, two paths. She could take a risk, something she knew how to do, but not always in the right situation. Or she could go the safe way and just go on the same way she had been going for awhile. It was basically part of the proverbial set of rules.
But when did Brooke Davis ever do what she was supposed to?