A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I was unsure of how to start this. Enjoy.

Breakfast was often the busiest time in the Torres-Robbins household. There was always a flurry of activity while Arizona and Callie struggled to get themselves and their three children ready for school and work and get breakfast on the table. Most mornings they had help from their nanny a twenty-four year old college graduate who was great with the kids. Though today was different their nanny had the day off and so the rush was insane. Normally the kids would sleep in while their mommy's got ready and then they would wake up just before they left so that they could all eat breakfast together. With all three children in their pajama's. The kids had decided that they would be wide awake and very demanding on the one morning where Callie and Arizona couldn't have that. And then to make matters worse, two more kids burst through the door.

Porter ran in first at five years old he was taller than the twins but skinner. His hair was cut into a blond fohawk with blue streaks. Fallowing close behind him was his little sister she was a tiny little girl most people could hardly believe she was three, almost four years old. She had bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair that she had inherited from her father. And was probably the most adorable kid you would ever lay eyes on.

"Nanna! NeNe!" They both yelled as they jumped in Callie and Arizona's laps.

"Hey guys!" Arizona said brightly she kissed both of Serena's cheeks making her giggle.

"Serena! Porter so help me god I told the both of you to wait on me!" Brooke said as she walked into the house.

"Mom, I'm sorry." She sighed, cradled the baby she was holding closer to her chest.

"Don't be hon, what are you doing here? Aren't you still filming?" asked Arizona.

Brooke shook her head. "They let me off a week early." She Looked away avoiding her mothers gaze, a classic sign that Brooke had bad news and Arizona was pretty sure she knew what it was, it was after all, in every tabloid magazine out there.

"Tell me tonight when they're in bed?" She asked pointing at the two children who where playing with the twins and Daniel.

Brooke nodded looking extremely sad but suddenly her face brightened and she gently handed the four month old baby to her mother.

"Daniel, Gabriel and Adrianna does your sister get a hug or what?" All three of them looked up with the biggest smiles on their little faces and got up from the table fighting at one another to hug her.

"Can I hold Sage Bb?" Bb was a name that her younger children called her because when they where first learning to talk they couldn't say Brooke so Adrianna called her bb and it stuck.

"Yeah, just go sit down and I'll bring her over to you but have to be very careful." Brooke warned with a smile, she loved her little sister so much that it didn't take much to get her to smile when it came to her or any of her siblings for that matter. Callie and Arizona moved to the living room with Brooke who carefully handed her youngest to her sister.

"Are you okay Brooke?" Arizona asked putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Brook smiled softly at her mother.

"I'm fine, I have my babies and my family, everything is going to be okay."

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Aria couldn't breath for all the smoke that filled the dingy old bar that she had come to quiet often in the past couple of months since she had moved back to Seattle. She went to Emerald City a couple of times when she first came back but Callie and Arizona often went there after work so it was a little weird. Then she found this place, a hole in the wall bar with just enough hot girls, good music and cheep beer. Another plus was that she could get shit faced and never see anyone she knew. She couldn't get drunk around her friends because when she drank she only talked about one thing. Brooke.

Really it had been five years and from what all the magazines say Brooke had long gotten over her. Just like Aria thought she would, So why couldn't Aria just move on already? Brooke was a mother of three children and she was married. Most days it shocked the hell out of her that Brooke was so grown up. So much had changed in the past five years that it made Aria's head spin. She sat down at the bar with her beer and silently sipped it while checking out a blonde who had her back turned to her.

That's how it was for Aria now, she went to bars and found girls with blonde hair and blue eyes and then she took them home and pretended that they were Brooke. She knew it was sick and unhealthy but those nights when she brought a girl home she was happy for the briefest of seconds. Though never completely satisfied. The girl whoever she was, was doing tequila shots. Aria grinned at the hot red haired bar tender and nodded in the direction of the blonde.

"Aria, you've got to stop messing with all these poor girls." Alex said with a laugh as she poured a shot of tequila and had one of her waitresses take it over.

"Trust me Alex not one of them have complained yet." She winked.

"Hm, When are you going to give me a chance beautiful?" Alex asked with a smirk and then she laughed. "Yeah, yeah I know I'm not your type."

Aria smiled and then turned around to see the waitress put the drink down on the blondes table and point at her. When the girl turned around Aria's heart stopped. It was Brooke, she looked different though, her hair was even longer than before, more blonde. Her face was more defined and even more beautiful and her body had curves that where nonexistent five years ago. Aria had thought it was impossible for Brooke to become anymore beautiful than she had been but she did.

Brooke's blues eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock, she got the look that Aria recognized as her 'thinking look', then her lips formed a smile, she got up from her friends and walked over to her old friend with her drink in hand.

"Hi." Aria said awkwardly.

"Hello Aria, how have you been?" The smile Brooke gave was a fake one Aria new her well enough to know that.

"Good. How have you been?"

"I've been better."

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