"Rachel," Brooke freaked into the phone as she drove her old beat up car down the road.

"This would be me," Rachel answered as she sat in the large bathroom hiding away.

"I'm super nervous," she admitted, hitting the blinker and changing lanes. Normally she would call Quinn about this but Quinn knows Lucas and doesn't know they know each other and on top of that she is probably on some plane somewhere. "Lucas called me…"

"Did you answer? Girl, I'm so sorry. Trust me I would rather be with Easton watching some lame ass cartoon sing along then here with Daddy Dearest. He is getting married," she informed her friend. "Again."

"Isn't this like his sixth?" Brooke asked knowing this guy has been married quite a few times.

"Seventh," she let out a dry laugh.

"I'm sorry Rach that sucks," she apologized knowing even if she didn't admit it she got annoyed with it.

"Yeah whatever. Some other young slut who will marry him a few years then try to take him for all of what he has," she waved her hand around completely dismissing it. "But what did Lucas say?"

"Well he asked me what time we were going to get together and I told him I couldn't," she told her, her heart racing the closer she got to the pizza place. "And I don't know what happened but we were talking and I told him about Easton."

"Oh…" Rachel said after a long pause.

"Yeah…" Brooke tossed a glance in her review mirror to see Easton playing with some flip book she got him.

"Well what did he say?"

"Well he said does he need to get three tickets," Brooke told her still not believing his calmness in all that.

"Huh?"

"We were planning on going to dinner and a movie," she explained. "And when I told him about Easton his responds was a pause and then does he need to get a third ticket."

"What is wrong with him?" She threw her hands up.

"That's what I'm saying!" Brooke thankful someone agreed. "I mean this guy is coming across as too perfect."

"Maybe…oh my god maybe he is a serial killer!"

"Only you Rachel would jump to that conclusion," Brooke rolled at her eyes at her red headed friend.

"No I'm serious. Let's shot this angle for a second," she said and heard Brooke make a grunt in responds. "He comes out of nowhere and spends the night talking to you. He is super cute, rich, comes and hangs out at a shitty dinner to leave as soon as he talks to you and now he is fine with you having a kid when he probably isn't even twenty five yet. So there has to be a flaw somewhere."

"Yes and that flaw could be that he has a messy house or I don't know forgets to leave the cap off the tooth paste, not that he murders single mothers," Brooke said in a flat tone while Rachel stayed quiet a second.

"Naw I think the killer one is more of a better shot," she teased, banging her feet against the wooden cabinet.

"You're so stupid Rachel," Brooke again rolled her eyes. "But we are here so I guess I'll let you go."

"Yeah I probably should get back to daddy," she mocked the name making Brooke laugh a bit. "But hey what is his last name again?"

"Oh uh Scott, Lucas Scott why?" She asked parking on the corner a few feet from the entrance.

"Oh just if you go missing I want a name to the description I give," she smirked fixing her hair.

"Bye Rachel," Brooke pretended to growl but not at all annoyed with her friend. That was just how Rachel was and after hearing her say bye and have fun she closed the phone sliding it in her back pocket. "Ok Pumpkin," she climbed out of the front seat walking to the back door. "Are you ready?"

"Momma I always ready for pizza," Easton watched her unbuckle his car seat.

"I know that," she laughed at him, pulling him from his seat and grabbing his diaper bag. "I meant meeting mommy's friend."

"I wike mommy's friends," he told her, pushing his chubby hand through his blonde hair. "Clay here?" he questioned, Brooke knowing him having a close bond to the other dirty blonde boy. Clay is actually the only male influence in Easton's life and Brooke isn't to shocked the way he loves him. He does all that guy stuff they say mommies and Aunt Quinns aren't supposed to do.

"No, Clay isn't here but a friend of Clay's is," she informed him balancing him on her hip along with her purse and his diaper bag. An act she learned quickly with being a mother. One would be surprised all the things a mom will learn to do with a baby in their arms. "His name is Lucas and he is very nice."

"Hmm…" Easton nodded as Brooke carried him towards the small building. The weather out was a little chilly and she silent cursed not wearing a warmer shirt or bring a jacket as she walked down the sidewalk. Easton of course she over killed in clothes with his jeans, long sleeve blue shirt and tennis shoe along with a heavy coat he kept whinnying was to puffy in the car. However she stupidly just wore her jeans that were tucked into her brown boots with the heel and fur at the top and just a brown sweater that is opened in the front and tan laced top underneath. Normally it would count as warm unless you are Brooke Davis who freezes even in the summer on a beach.

"Pizza momma!" Easton's finger flew towards the window displayed with Tony's Pizza written in fancy red writing and a pizza and one of those white chef hats that Brooke always thought looked funny. However the pizza and writing wasn't what she paid attention to. Instead her eyes traveled into the building holding many people inside. There were families and kids and older couples littering the small pizza shop but her eyes landed on just one person in the sea of people.

His hair looked like it had the first night she had met him but he held the same casual manner he had from the diner. Of course he was in a fancy business suit but the black jacket was removed and placed on the free chair next to him, the light blue shirt that she was sure cost more than her entire outfit was rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons popped. She wondered if he had a tie on before coming to meet her, his outfit called for one and if so she wondered where it had been placed. Was it in his car somewhere? Did he run home before meeting her? Then that made her question where he lived. Was it in town or on the outskirts? Was it some big fancy apartment like Clay's or was it a huge house she only imagined about?

None of the cars surrounding them would really be classified as expensive; well not something with his money would drive. Of course there were nice cars but nothing of what she would assume his money bought so she wondered if he had a driver. And if that was the case did he arrive at this small pizza joint in some fancy limo telling him to return shortly? While standing there her mind raced with a million things about this person and she slowly realized there wasn't much she knew about him. Yes of course that night they talked and laughed and had fun but they didn't get into deep topics of life, which she was thankful for, but other than him owning some basketball team that his grandfather left him and that his mom owned a small café in a small town he once lived she had no clue who this guy was. That to a point frightened her.

Yet then he looked up at her, his eyes seemed to see through the crowd of people as the landed on hers and a gentle smile crossed over his face. She saw the second where the gaze dropped from her to the boy in her arms and her heart froze and breath caught waiting to see what would happen. It was one thing talking about Easton but it was a completely different thing seeing him in person, almost like it making it real, even though Easton was as real as they came. However there wasn't a change in anything, his smile never dropped for a second, his eyes never flickered with fear and his whole body and expression never once failed him. He was just again perfect.

"Momma pizza!" Easton grabbed her chin turning it towards the door, pulling her from looking at Lucas and laugh.

"Sorry baby," she bounced him once on her hip to readjust him in her arms, looking back up in the window a quick glance to see Lucas standing up and move towards the door that she was heading to. She was almost certain her heart never raced so fast in her entire life as he weaved through the people and tables around them and walked towards her, that smile never leaving.

"Hey," he spoke and her heart skipped a sudden beat.

"Hey," she grinned like the biggest idiot as she just stared at him. She never did anything else just gave him this full dimple smile that made him smile in return.

"Momma pizza!" Easton repeated with such exasperation that Brooke started laughing at him again.

"Gorgeous I know," she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. "But I want you to meet someone. Easton this is Lucas, Lucas this is Easton, my son," she said the last part again watching for his change and again not getting one.

"Hi Easton," he held out his hand, surprised when the little boy grabbed it, his hand so small in Lucas's.

"Hi Lucas," he spoke like such a grown up making Brooke proud. He was slowly becoming great at meeting people. Clay told him that as a man he had to have the perfect man handshake, along with other things he taught him that neither Brooke nor Quinn understood. "I lub pizza," he informed him making the older blonde laugh.

"Well I lub pizza too," Lucas chuckled, letting go of the little boy's hand. "Why don't we get some?" he suggested and was a little surprised when Easton leaned over wrapping his arms around his neck and wiggling from Brooke's arms.

"Easton…" she went to take him back, her eyes wide that he would just jump Lucas like that. Yeah he would do that with Clay or Quinn, even Rachel but Lucas was none of those people and it made her freak his reaction a bit.

"Momma, Lucas and I get pizza," he informed her, his little hand clinging onto Lucas's neck.

"Yeah momma we are getting pizza," Lucas winked at her, turning and walking towards the counter. "What kind of pizza do you like, Easton?"

"I wike cheese and yellow stuff," he told him, his fingers playing with a necklace that hung around Lucas's neck.

"Pine apple," Brooke told him, seeing the confusion on Lucas's face. "But he will eat whatever you get so get what you life," she said not wanting Lucas to feel like they had to get a pizza just because a two year old liked it.

"Pshh…" Lucas turned back to the counter. "Pine apple is my favorite along with cheese."

"Luke…"

"I'm serious, call my mom," he joked, a little sparkle in his eyes that made a chill run through her. "She will inform you that I ate that all the time with a glass of chocolate milk."

"I lub choc milk!" Easton freaked, making Lucas chuckle again.

"No way?" Lucas teased matching Easton's wide eye look.

"It true!" he nodded. "Momma Lucas lub choc milk!"

"Crazy," Brooke shook her head like it was so out there.

"I can't not believe dis," his little hand flew to his forward making both adults break out into laughter.

After ordering the pizza, they moved to the table that once held Lucas. Brooke actually had yet to really talk to Lucas other than a few comments here and there being as Easton had noticed some game in the back corner that he told his mom he had to try. Brooke of course said after they ate but while Brooke stood up to get their drinks the twosome had stunk over to the game where they had been standing the last few minutes.

Brooke thought she would be mad, that the two were more talking to each other than her and that they had so kindly left her alone at the table but she couldn't. When she saw Easton giggling as Lucas held him and they slammed their hand into the blinking button anger was the last thing she felt.

"He is a bad influence on you," Brooke teased when the boys returned to the table.

"I am not a bad influence," Lucas mocked offence.

"I'm not talking about you," she wiggled her brows at him making him chuckle.

"Momma I won dis," he slid a stuffed animal across the table. "If for you."

"He spent ten minutes saying 'momma will lub dis'," Lucas informed her, seeing the sad smile slip across her face.

"I do love it," she sniffled a second, blinking the tears that danced in her eyes as she looked at the black bear in her hands. "Thank you baby," she leaned over kissing the top of his head.

"I welcome," he nodded, his famous line of I welcome, taking a sip of his coke his mom got him. She tried to teach him it was you however he just called her silly saying that she didn't do anything to get a welcome for, he did. She just laughed and agreed knowing in some way that was right. "Momma what is dis?" he sucked on the straw, never having it before.

"Its coke sweetie," she ran her hand through his hair. "You only get one cup so enjoy it."

"I lub it!"

"You lub everything," she rolled her eyes missing Lucas's watch the exchange of the two.

He would admit that at first the whole Brooke having a kid thing freaked him out. He was only twenty six so a family that was already put together was a little intimidating. Especially being as he didn't know much about the women in it however even in just the last twenty minutes of being around Easton he quickly realized the worry he felt was stupid because the kid even at two are smart as hell and made him laugh, then his gorgeous mother was a huge bonus.

"Here you go," they looked up to see a young girl sitting the hot tray of pizza in front of them. "Enjoy," she flashed a braces covered smile before skipping off.

"Ok baby it's hot," Brooke grabbed a piece, placing it on a plate and grabbing a knife, slowly cutting the pizza in smaller pieces for the little boy. "Eat slow," she ordered knowing her son shovels food in his mouth without chewing.

"Otay," he nodded, grabbing a piece and putting it slowly in his mouth.

"What?" Brooke looked up to find Lucas smiling at them. "You going to eat or you want me to cut up your food to?" she teased making him laugh.

"No I'm going to eat," he told her but didn't move to take a piece, still just watched them. "I'm just watching."

"Watching what?" Brooke shifted a little under his gaze.

"You," he told her simply, finally reaching for a piece of pizza and a plate.

"What about me?" she this time not going for food.

"Nothing," he smiled handing her a plate which she slowly took.

"If you say so Weird Boy Scott," she teased making him smile as they started eating their food.

"Brooke…" Lucas spoke, looking at the ground as they walked. They finished eat half an hour ago and even it being a little late decided to go for a small walk through the park. Easton of course got tired on their way back and now laid asleep in his mother's arms that was covered in the black jacket of Lucas.

"Yeah?" she cut her eyes over at him before looking back at her feet taking one step in front of the other.

"I'm going to ask something and if you don't want to answer I completely understand. I don't want to pry or anything," he explained first and Brooke felt some worry build up in her stomach.

"Oh…um… alright," she ran her hand back up and down Easton's back when he stirred a little.

"Easton…" he said slowly, turning to look at her but keeping his pace. "Where is his dad?" he finally asked the question that had been burning in his mind all night. Brooke never once mentioned him, never even mentioned a topic that could involve him. Of course she said she had Easton when she had just turned nineteen and that even with some days of struggling he was the most important person in her life. She talked about growing up in a small town and all the things her Quinn and Haley did with a few Clay things that he made a note to tease him about but she never once mentioned the man that help make the most important thing in her life and it made him wonder if he was still around. That if he was, would he really want some guy spending time with his family because Lucas wasn't sure how he would feel about having a child and him all of a sudden spending time with a stranger he didn't know.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want," he added again quickly, watching the look of uncertainty run over the young brunette's face.

"No," Brooke shook her head, pausing to turn and look at him. "Easton's dad….Easton's dad isn't around," she told him, that topic and conversation not something she wanted to have with him. Yes of course she knew that line would come up, especially if they were to become something but she just was hoping it wouldn't be tonight.

"Because of choice or because he can't?" he asked, feeling super guilty if something happened to the guy.

"Lucas…" she dropped her gaze to the wet covered leafs under her feet and taking in a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he said automatically. "I shouldn't have asked that, I shouldn't have even brought it up," he cursed inside his stupidity seeing the upset look on her face.

"No," she shook her head quickly. "No, don't be sorry," she took a step closer, running her free hand down his arm and hesitantly taking his hand in hers. "I know you want to know, I understand it I do," she understood completely because as great as he has been the night that was something he did deserve to know. "I just… I want to enjoy this night, with you," she slowly looked back up at him. "And I maybe leave that talk for another time?"

"Yeah," he gave a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "We will talk about it when you want to talk about it," he promised, making a note not to push that subject since it was clearly something she wasn't that comfortable with.

"Thank you," she matched his smile, getting lost in his pale blue eyes.

"Come on," he slowly laced his fingers through hers. "Let's get you back to the car so you can get him home," he tugged her hand towards the walkway that leads back to their cars.

The rest of the walk is pretty quiet but it's not an uncomfortable one. Brooke forgot the last time she had a comfortable moment with a man before but she really was starting to enjoy it.

"I'm glad you came tonight Brooke," Lucas said as she placed a still sleeping Easton in the car, his little hands curled around the bear he won her.

"Me too," she leaned back out of the car and shutting the door. "I'm just sorry things aren't exactly like you thought," she nodded her head towards where Easton slept soundly in her car.

"It doesn't change anything," he slowly placed a hand on her hip turning her to lean against the car.

"It kinda changes a lot," she let out a dry laugh, playing with one of his buttons. "You thought you were asking out a single, twenty one year old not a single twenty one year old with a two year old."

"No," he shook his head, lifting her chin to look at him. "I asked out a girl who made me laugh and feel at ease and relaxed for the first time in years," he told her honestly finding everything that was Brooke refreshing. His life is always nonstop he doesn't remember a time he laughed like he had when he was around her. "You just having an awesome son who to makes me laugh is just a major bonus."

"He likes you," her heart raced as he drew her face closer to his.

"I like him," he told her, breathing in her sweet scent and his mind raced with what it was. It was sweet but not overly sweet where after sometime it would make your head hurt. However it wasn't extremely girlie either like most of the women he meets, it was...intoxicating.

"I like you," she admitted her eyes searching in his, finding that whole revolution crazy and thrilling at the same time. It was crazy because she has known him a week, talked to him only a handful of times and spent only so many hours in his presence but it was thrilling because it was new. It was a feeling that she thought she would never feel again and as much as that did scare her it made her blood race even more.

"I like you," he let out a small grin before tilting his down and capturing her heart shaped lips that he had been dying to feel with his. It was a sweet kiss, it wasn't rushed or desperate; it was slow, gentle.

Brooke's hand snaked around his neck, as she leaned on her tip toes, pushing her mouth harder against his, feeling him smile as he wrapped his arms around her small waist pulling her closer to him.

As much as she wanted the kiss deepened she almost felt a relief when he didn't push it further, just leaving it sweet and innocent before pulling back but not breaking their body contact, his forehead just dropping to rest against hers.

"Let me know when ya'll get home?" his warm breath rushed over her flushed cheeks.

"Yeah," she nodded, biting her lower lip before leaning up and pressing a small kiss against his. "Bye Luke," she smiled, slowly detangling herself from him and opening her car door.

"Bye Brooke," he grinned, shutting her door and his smile growing wider as she buckled her seat belt and cranking her car. He gave a small wave as she slowly pulled out of her parking spot and started down the road before walking over to his truck climbing inside, a goofy smile still on his face.

"Mommy," Easton's sleepy mumble made her look at him in the mirror.

"Yeah?"

"I wike Lucas," he mumbled out before falling back into his sleep.

"Yeah," she tossed a glance in her mirror, in time to see Lucas climb into a black truck that was two spots down from where she had parked. "I like him too," she grinned even more.

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