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Sorry for the wait on this chapter, I've just been super busy and stressed with school...not to mention I had hit a rough patch with writers block for this story.

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What's True

Chapter 10-

"Hey, you cheated." Rylie accused her mother, propping herself up onto her elbows, as the two sat on the carpeted floor. She strained her neck closer to the board, and nodded, confirming again her mother cheated at the game. "You cheated."

"No I didn't, babe."

"Uh huh. You were only 'sposed to move three spaces, you moved four! Nathan and Haley never cheat when we play. I don't want to play with you anymore."

"I am offended, Rylie." Brooke placed her hand on her heart, feigning sadness.

"Well that's what you get for cheating."

"Woah, someone's got an attitude, missy." Brooke replied, placing the contents of the game back into the box.

"Daddy says I get my attitude from you."

Brooke stopped at the mention of Lucas. She hadn't spoken to him since a few hours ago, when they had returned. Last she heard, he was going over to see Lindsey. And a part of Brooke worried that in that time, they had talked everything out and had gotten back together.

Maybe Lindsey had said all that stuff to Brooke the day before because she was hurt. She was hurt and vulnerable and just didn't want to be associated with Lucas at the time.

Brooke wasn't so sure.

But she knew she didn't like the idea of a possible reunion between the two.

"He did, did he?" She resumed the clean-up of the game, replying to her daughter.

"Mhm." Rylie smiled at her mother, taking a seat next to her. "Mommy?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"How come daddy and Lindsey didn't get married yesterday?" Brooke tensed up. She had been expecting that question, and was surprised it hadn't come up sooner.

"Well..." How was she supposed to explain this?

"Is it because I wasn't a good flower girl?"

"You were an amazing flower girl, Ry."

"So why?"

"Well...your daddy and Lindsey just realized that they weren't meant for each other. They didn't really love each other as much as they thought they did."

"So who does he love?"

"Who does he love?...You, silly."

"Well I know daddy loves me. But, like, Lindsey was supposed be his wife. Who does he love as a wife?"

"I...—." Brooke couldn't think of an answer and paused. She thankfully wasn't able to respond due to the doorbell ringing. "Why don't you come with me to see who's at the door?"

"Okay!"

And Brooke knew it was only a matter of time later that that question would resurface. She'd deal with it when the time came, though.

"Lucas..."

There stood Lucas at the door. He looked a bit awkward, almost as if he didn't belong standing there in front of their house.

"Daddy! We were just talking about you!"

"You were?"

"Yeah...Daddy, where's Lindsey?"

"Uh, Rylie, won't don't you go upstairs so daddy and I can talk."

"But, mommy."

"Listen to your mother, Rylie."

"Fine. But don't take too long."

Once Rylie was out of sight and up the staircase, the room started to spin. His eyes were pinpointed on hers, and it made her feel oh-so dizzy.

She needed to sit.

"I'm sorry about that." Brooke said after taking her seat. She was referring to Rylie asking about Lindsey. "She had just asked me about it before and I tried explaining but I don't think she gets it. She doesn't understand that when the wedding came down, so did yours and Lindsey's relationship."

"No, it's fine. Honestly, I can't wrap my head around it that much either."

"Did you go and talk to her?"

Lucas sighed and moved closer to the brunette. Her breaths became shorter and jagged once he took a seat next to her on the couch. "Yeah...yeah. I'm just...so confused."

"About the wedding and all?"

"No. It's not even that. I mean, as much as it's hard to believe...I've basically known it all along, as horrible as that may sound."

"So then what is it?"

--2010--

"Lucas, what are you doing?" Brooke asked incredulously. She glanced over at the clock; 2:19 AM. He had woken her up.

"Brooke...we need to talk." She immediately smelled the scent of liquor on his breath. He was drunk.

"At two o'clock in the morning? I don't think so. Look, Lucas, you're drunk. Why don't you sober up and then we'll talk again later...maybe."

"Brooke. I know you're scared. But you can't keep pushing me away like this. I want us to be together!"

"Shh, Lucas...people are sleeping." She glanced back into her dorm room only to find her roommate sound asleep.

She did not want to be having this conversation. He had been bringing it up all the time, and she just did not want to hear it.

"I...I want us to get married, and raise this baby together. And then have more kids later on! I love you, Brooke Davis!"

--2015--

"So then what is it?"

"Look." He faced her, and his face was serious all over. "I know we've been in this weird relationship since five years ago, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that...I still love you, Brooke."

"Whh–what?"

"I guess I never stopped." He admitted timidly.

"But what about Lindsey?" He and Lindsey had been in "love" for four years...Now that they broke up, he was crawling back to Brooke?

"Lindsey came into my life when everything else was going wrong for me...You were still pissed as hell at me...I'd dated tons of girls that last year of college and all those relationships had ended...so I guess I just put all my focus on the one relationship where the girl was actually committed. And I know that's terrible, because I was just, I guess, using her, in a way, to try and get over you. But it never worked. I faked it, and made it seem like it did, but it didn't."

"Wow." What was she supposed to say to that? After all these years, it couldn't be so simple. It just couldn't. "I don't know what to say..."

"I don't know either. I just wanted to get it out...but it's probably too late."

"We haven't been a couple in years, Luke. We weren't even together that year I had gotten pregnant with Rylie."

"I know."

"I'm sorry...But...but I think you should go."

He wasn't going to refuse to leave. He knew he had left her with a bunch of information to process, and he was going to be respectful towards her about it. He nodded wistfully, getting up from the seat.

--2010--

"I think you should go."

"Brooke, please." His words came out less slurred than before, and he sounded the sincerest he had been since the conversation started.

"Go get some sleep." She mumbled, fighting tears.

She then closed the door in his face, closing her eyes as she did so. She slid down the door, wrapping her arms over her knees.

He wanted to be with her. And she wasn't sure if it were the alcohol or the unborn baby that was influencing him.

...Maybe it was both...

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