The minutes ticking by were what were driving her nuts. She was sure only about fifteen minutes had passed but it did feel like a lifetime. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about him coming and it was for so many other than just her home. It would be almost nine thirty when he got here and if she would have noticed the time she might have rethought everything. Yet Clay's phone call slightly freaked her out so she just rushed to talk to him. However it was night time and he was coming over and here she sat in her pajama's waiting for him.

"This could look bad," she murmured thinking he might get the wrong impression with what was going on. They hadn't really entered that part of their relationship. Of course they did things together but she wasn't ready for the full aspect of that part and she really hoped he wasn't disappointed when he got there and realized it. "Ok," she stood up folding the blanket and laying it across the back of her couch, grabbing the lighter on the coffee table and lighting the scented candle on the stand beside the couch knowing it made it smell sweet and she preferred sweet to whatever that other smell was.

"The candles are worse," she threw her hands up that the scene wasn't looking much better. "Shoot!" she freaked slightly when there was a knock on the door. "Candles, no candles…." She wavered, breathing in the deep smell of the melon flavor. "Candle…" she went with, brushing her fingers through her hair and moving to the door, tugging on her shirt and taking a deep breath before opening the door. "Hey…"

"Hey beautiful," he grinned, leaning down and giving her a sweet kiss. "You look…" his eyes scanned over her, taking in her dark maroon shirt, one sleeve teasing him by hanging slightly off of her shoulder, showing her smooth soft skin, her black tight sweat pants and dropping his eyes to the fuzzy black and gray socks. "Adorable," he settled on figuring that was the only way to truly describe her at that moment.

"And you look comfy," she smiled at his black sweat pants that hung over his shoes and some old gray sweatshirt that looked to be old and completely comfortable.

"Oh I'm completely comfy," he bounced on the balls of his feet as he stood outside of her apartment. "But could I maybe come in, it's kinda cold," he said and she blushed opening the door up and welcoming in. "Sorry it took me longer to get here then I planned."

"It's ok," she told him, standing by the front door as he walked in, strolling over to the kitchen counter. She noticed him taking in a quick look of her apartment but more like his eyes scanned it and then he was done; no comment, no look of disgust, no cringing, just look around and was done.

"Yeah well I had to run to the store because I figured it being late you might want some ice cream," he placed the carton on the counter and her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

"You brought me ice cream?" she swayed over to the little frozen treat, a picture of chocolate-chocolate chip staring back at her. "How did you know this was my favorite?" she leaned next to him, smiling up at him.

"I didn't," he shrugged, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But on one of our dates when we went to the park with Easton and got ice cream, you go this kind," he tapped his finger on the lid. "And you said it was like a little piece of heaven."

"You remembered that?" she asked, knowing that was a long time ago, well it felt like a long time ago.

"Of course I remembered that, I remember everything you tell me."

"Ok what is wrong with you?" she smiled as she shook her head. "There has to be something," she teased looking him over as if inspecting him.

"I have super skinny and pointy feet," he randomly blurted out.

"What?" she laughed, looking down to see him slipping off his shoes and slipping off his socks to show his feet.

"See, super skinny and pointy, they look like women feet," they both looked down at them and she giggled.

"Aww…I think they are cute," she took her socked covered foot and rubbed it over his.

"Men shouldn't have cute feet," he grumbled and she giggled again.

"I'll let you play with Easton, he has rough little boy feet. He runs around on rocks like no one's business."

"Then I can have tough little boy feet?" he raised a brow, slowly taking a step closer to her, her back pressing against the hard counter top behind her.

"Oh the toughest," she teased, slipping her arms around his neck, his resting on her hips and lifting her up.

"I'm loving this dating a woman with a cool kid, I'm becoming a man," he smirked, lifting her chin with his finger to brush his lips across hers. "Why don't I get us some spoons?" he rested his forehead against hers and she nodded. "Ok," he tapped his nose against hers before pulling back.

"The top drawer next to the fridge," she told him as he rounded the small island and grabbing two silver spoons.

"Alright Pretty Girl," he grabbed the carton, balanced the spoons on top and hooked his hand through hers, helping her hop off the island and leading them over to the couch. "It smells good in here," he commented and Brooke bit the inside of her cheek, now proud with the candle decision.

"Thank you," she watched as he dropped down on the couch, pulling her down with him. Brooke sitting sideways in his lap and resting against the armrest behind her as he sat up right and placed the ice cream in her lap. "Are you ready for heaven Mr. Scott?" she teased, popping off the lid and tossing the lid on her coffee table.

"I think I'm prepared," he nodded, resting his hand on her leg, slipping his hand under the bottom of her pant leg and massaging her calf, sliding his hand up before sliding it back down.

"Ok," Brooke dug a big scoop of ice cream, bringing it to his lips. "Open," she teased with her mommy voice and his lips parted.

"Mmm…"

"Told you," she said proud with herself as she dipped the spoon back in and taking her own bite. "Heaven."

"Yeah," Lucas smiled as he watched her. She looked so cute sitting there, her taking bite after bite of ice cream with such a face of pure bliss it made him smile more. She was so young but at the same time she seemed to have gone through so much, more than he could even imagine but she still sat smiling.

"What?" She grinned over at him, a bit of ice cream on her top lip.

"You're just…you amaze me," he reached up, wiping the ice cream away. "You're so completely different then the girls I use to date."

"I bet they don't stuff their face in front of you huh?" she blushed sliding the ice cream back suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"No!" he grabbed it back taking his own bite. "I love you are just you. They were always into what I could do for them, where my name could get them or what my money could buy them, it was all just so…so fake."

"But I bet what they had to offer was a lot better than me," she looked down stabbing the ice cream with her spoon.

"Hey," he grabbed her chin, turning her to look at him. "Don't do that; don't make yourself feel like that because it couldn't be furthest from the truth. Brooke you are the realist person I have ever met in a real long time and I love I can just be me. I never could do stuff like this with them, one button was messed up and they had a freak out. I brought ice cream home and they looked at me like I was just the worst person in the world, telling me if they had one bite they were going to have to spend the whole next day in the gym and they did that and I couldn't understand it."

"I don't go to the gym," she told him. "I may jog around the block but I have a two year old that's enough work out for me."

"And you are perfect."

"Lucas I'm so not perfect," she let out a dry laugh.

"No Brooke you aren't but you are perfect in the sense of when I want to go somewhere I'm not worried about being seen with you or if you are trying to just get your name out there. You are perfect because you want to be with me. You eat what you like and when I say something you don't like you tell me and you aren't this plastic build of a perfect woman, what I see is what I get and this is you," his eyes scanned all over her. "And I'm nuts about it," he told her and he truly loved when she smiled.

"Maybe your feet are your only problem," she teased and he chuckled shaking his head. "Luke…" her tone dropped to being serious as she dropped her gaze down. "I umm…" she swallowed hard, taking the ice cream in her lap and placing it on the table beside her. "Have you…have you ever heard of William Jones?" she questioned, knowing Lucas being into sports probably had heard that name, even if he didn't actually know things about him.

"Will Jones? The football player?" He questioned not really sure where that had come from.

"Yeah, Will Jones."

"Yeah I know of him, why?"

"Clay had this best friend growing up," she told him, hating she was already getting upset. "God they were together all the time, I swear they were more of brothers then best friends. They met when they were I think ten or something and they did everything together, honestly they pretty much lived together because Clay was always at his place on the weekends or he was at Clay's," she looked down and started fiddling with her fingers. "It was Will," she told him giving a small shrug.

"Clay never told me that," Lucas told her, figuring Clay would have at some point mentioned him being best friend's with Will Jones, the guy was known around everywhere. He was pretty sure Clay had been around when a conversation about the guy was brought up, but he never even hinted at knowing him, he always just…he got quiet. "Wait…"

"Will was really the it guy of high school," Brooke told him, knowing what was clicking in his mind. "Everyone wanted to be him, everyone wanted to know him and if you were friends with him you were probably the luckiest person in the history of the world. He was a great guy and sweet to everyone and you really couldn't not know him and not love him."

"You still never hear anything bad about the guy."

"Because there is nothing bad to say," she shrugged, sinking more into the couch, her body still draped over Lucas. "The guys freshman year they met someone named Carter and before you knew it the three were always together and they did run the school. Will was the captain of the football team, Carter was the captain of basketball and Clay was kinda you're all around guy. He played everything but he was more of the politics of the sports then playing, probably why he is such a good agent," she teased and Lucas laughed.

"Yeah he is probably the best we have," Lucas agreed, pushing Brooke's hair over her shoulder as she went quiet, pulling in a long breath before starting again.

"It was my senior year when I heard that Will had gotten signed to go into the NFL, I personally thought it was a joke because I mean no one ever succeeded like that from where we were from and even if he always talked about it I was still shocked."

"Were ya'll…close?" Lucas asked carefully not really sure if he wanted to know only because he knew the outcome of this story, everyone in the world knew the outcome of this story.

"Yeah," her voice cracked and she cursed getting upset again. "After my senior year of high school I came to visit and he was so happy. His life was really turning out how he wanted, well sorta. There were parts he wasn't exactly happy about but he was figuring it out but everything was perfect. Quinn and I decided that after we finished school we would move up to New York because Clay was up here being of course Will's agent…."

"I didn't know Clay was his agent," Lucas creased his brow never knowing that.

"He wasn't really exactly, I mean yes of course he helped him with all the main decisions but Will had some old real agent he hated and when he would suggest something Will would nod and then call Clay for his opinion. They were both just starting out and Clay was still in school but he was to Will his agent."

"Oh…"

"So we moved up here and things were going great. Will was doing amazing and had signed this huge contract and Will had always been so great with money so he put it right and invested how he should and in many years would have been a very well off man," she said pausing, knowing the next part was where it got hard. "Will's first name wasn't Will," she told him, his head snapping up to look at her. "Easton…his first name was Easton."

"Easton…" Lucas said slowly, his eyes traveling down the hall to a door that had a sleeping boy behind it, a sleeping Easton.

"Yeah," her eyes started to blur. "Easton William Jones and he was my big brother," her voice shattered and his heart broke.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah," she swallowed hard. "He was from my mom's first marriage and he was four when I was born and he was the best brother in the world."

"Brooke…" he reached up knocking away the tear.

"When I found out I was pregnant with Easton I went straight to him. I told him and prayed he wouldn't be disappointed in me because I could never disappoint him, out of everyone in the world he was the last person I would ever want to do that too. But he wasn't mad; he just gave me his signature crooked grin and said ok we will figure it out. He told me that when the baby was born we would work together to figure it out but I was going to finish school. He made it very clear that I had to because he wouldn't watch me struggle with my life."

"Brooke, I'm sorry."

"Clay called me that night," her eyes became empty as she started at the wall. "He said that he and Will and Carter had been out and were coming home and Carter was driving and to this day I can't figure out why he was with them. They had this huge falling out and the thought of Carter made both of them want to murder him. But they were with him and he was drunk, which wasn't a shock, and somehow they drove off the road slightly and Carter freaked and jerked back and they just flipped, over and over and over and skidded down a large hill into this little creek below. Clay was knocked out for a few moments but when he came to Will's side of the car was under the water and Carter was knocked out in the front," her tears started to fall with no hope of stopping and her throat felt tight as she pictured it.

"Brooke, it's ok," Lucas rubbed her back, trying to sooth her.

"They said they found water in his lungs," she blinked a few times. "They said what they thought happened was when they flipped Will's head slammed into the something and it knocked him out and that he was still alive and he would have been fine but no one was there to pull him out of the water."

"God Brooke," Lucas wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he kissed the top of her head as she cried into him.

"I hated everyone for a long time," she admitted. "I hated Carter for driving drunk and I hated Clay for not waking up and helping him. I hated Quinn because I was supposed to go out with Will that night but I was seven months pregnant and I had some cramps so she talked me into staying in and I hated Will… it was always me and him and he left me and I hated him so much."

"It wasn't his fault Brooke; he would have never left you."

"I know that, I mean I do now but at the time I just didn't want to think about it," she told him. "Will was married to Carrie and she was such a bitch, honestly I'm pretty sure Will hated her to but she was some up and coming model and it looked good for him to be connected to her but she hated me. She couldn't figure out why Will was so protective of me and she hated when I ended up pregnant I moved in with them because he wanted me with him and she hated he was paying for my school and when Easton was going to be born he told me he was going to set up my apartment or stay with him until I was done with school and on my feet. Yet when he died Carrie got everything, she blamed me for him dying-"

"How on earth could it have been your fault?" Lucas asked completely floored by that one.

"Because Will was once again protecting me," she told him but knew he wouldn't get that. "But she kicked me out, told me that me and my little bastard weren't some charity case she was interested in taking care of anymore. That I had always just been a burden to Will and least now he was away from me. But the stupid bitch didn't know that big brother really wanted away from her because his will left Clay in charge of pretty much everything, his cars and his house and his money but Carrie fought it, played the grieving widow and now everything that is his is still tied up until they settle, which probably won't happen anytime soon because Clay said he would be damned if she got a penny. Clay also found out which Carrie so kindly made sure took him almost a year after Will's death to realize that Will had set up two trust funds, one for Easton and one for me."

"If he did that shouldn't ya'll be pretty well off?"

"You would think but Will planned being around a long time so he figured he could just give me something if I needed it so both accounts can't be touched until I'm twenty five and I'm finished with college."

"He really wanted you to have that degree huh?"

"Our mom had always struggled with raising us. Will's dad was the real love of her life but he died when Will was little and then she married Richard my dad but that didn't last too long so it was just us. However she struggled every day of her life and Will said he wasn't going to have that for me, that I was going to go to school and I was going to get a real job. I don't think he ever thought this would be my life," she let out a dry laugh looking around the apartment, it just a small part of her life she hated.

"I wish I could bring him back for you Brooke, I really do," he told her and she could tell he really meant that.

"I have good and bad days," she admitted. "Sometimes I have a day where I don't think of him as much and don't miss him but then some days, most days, I still expect him to call me and tell me some stupid story he knew I would just roll my eyes at. He was my best friend and it's extra hard because Easton was born on his birthday, I think it was Will's way of telling me he was always here," she told him and he nodded not sure what to say.

He could tell Brooke was still pretty broken up about her brother and he had read about it in the paper. It was a pretty bad crash but it never mentioned other's names which explained why he didn't know about Clay. It had just listened Will Jones killed in automobile crash, how two other passengers were in the car but walked away fine as Mr. Jones wasn't as lucky. It went onto discuss his upcoming season and how the young athletes' life was cut to short and had a very promising future.

"Thanks for telling me Brooke," he brushed a single tear away, knowing talking about her brother wasn't easy.

"I just want you to know me Lucas," she told him, so afraid her being closed off might make her lose him. "I'm a mess, a real complete mess and I know I'm closed up but I…" she looked down, fiddling with the bracelet around her wrist. "I just don't want to lose you because of it."

"Where would I go huh?" he took her hand in his. "Trust me Brooke if I didn't want to be here I wouldn't."

"I want you here," she told him, a smile tugging on his lips. "And I promise I will open up and tell you everything it just takes me awhile."

"And I will just be here waiting when you're ready," he shrugged knowing Brooke had pulled him in and was almost sure she didn't even realize how much.

"Ok," she leaned forward giving him a kiss before snuggling up against him.

"Are you tired?" he questioned when she let out a yawn she tried to hide.

"Not really," she lied knowing she was exhausted but just didn't want him leaving her yet.

"You want me to head home so you can get some sleep?" he offered but her head shook no instantly.

"I haven't seen you for two days, I want to be with you," she told him, resting her head on his chest.

"Yes but I don't want to keep you up if you are tired," he pointed out but she just shrugged.

"Are you tired?" she questioned and he just shrugged, mumbling a not really. "Liar," she giggled, climbing off the couch and reaching for his hand. "Come with me," she ordered when he just looked down at her hand.

"Where we going?" he questioned, Brooke holding his hand as she walked over and put the ice cream back in the fridge.

"Lucas I care about you," she paused to look at him. "I care so much about you but I'm not exactly ready for that part of our relationship."

"I know, I understand," he nodded. "Have I've been making you question that? If I have I swear I haven't meant to, I want you comfortable with me Brooke."

"No, you haven't at all. You've been great with me Lucas," she told him quickly. "But I do want to lay down and I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night with me, to…sleep," she said to him slowly, a glint of a smile twitching on his face.

"I could sleep," he glanced down at his outfit and she giggled. "I'm dressed for sleep."

"Ok," she grinned, lacing their fingers together and tugging him towards her back room, stopping at Easton's room before heading to hers. "Oh my baby," she smiled cracking open his bedroom door. "Am I bias to say he is the most gorgeous baby in the world?" she glanced over her shoulder at Lucas.

"No," he chuckled, looking at the little boy clinging to some old teddy bear. "I think you aren't at all bias, he is a cute kid."

"My world," she held a gentle look of peace looking at the boy sleeping soundly, slowly walking towards his bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "Night baby."

"You know you are an amazing mom, right?" Lucas said as she walked back out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"I could be better, but he makes it easy," she told him honestly. Easton was really a great baby and she was blessed to have such an easy little boy.

"I disagree, he might make it easy but you are a great mother," he repeated, following her into her bedroom and glancing around. It was small, probably smaller than his guest room at his place but it was homey feeling. The walls littered photos of her and Easton, many of friends such as Clay and Quinn, a few of Rachel but then one that stood out, it was on her night stand. It was of her, younger her but her. She stood in a cheerleading uniform, paint and glitter across her cheeks, a ribbon in her hair and a smiling blonde by her side.

He stood in a football uniform, hair a wild mess with a plastic crown placed upon it and his blue eyes sparkled as he wrapped his arm protectively around the shoulder of the petite brunette girl.

"You look happy here," he lifted the frame and studying her smile, a smile he had yet to see on her.

"It was my freshman year of high school," Brooke climbed on the bed, looking over his shoulder at the photo. "It was our homecoming and Will had been announced homecoming king along side of his girlfriend Annie."

"So this is Will?" he glanced over at her and she nodded. "You can tell he and Easton share blood."

"I swear he is a little mini me of Will which is weird. But I just took it as I lost my Will but got him back in my Easton," she shrugged knowing Easton resembled her brother, however he resembled his father even more and that just hurt all that more. "Come here…" she took the photo from his hand and placed it back on the stand beside them.

"Are you trying to get me naked Brooke Davis?" he kinked a brow as she slowly started to tug on his sweatshirt, the talk of just a few moments before flashing through his mind and knowing that couldn't be the case.

"Air conditioning gets expensive," she informed him, tugging the gray shirt over his head, revealing him in just a white undershirt. "So at night I don't exactly run it, just open windows, but it still sometimes gets hot."

"How hot is hot?" he questioned, his eyes scanning over her body. "Like these sweatpants maybe too hot?" he tugged on her draw string and she giggled.

"I wear cheer shorts under them," she let him know tugging on his pants. "What about you Broody? What you wear under yours?" she pulled them open, peering in to see his blue boxers. "Blue?" she kinked her brow, glancing back in his pants. "Not your silky black ones you enjoy so much?"

"I just keep those for special occasions," he smirked and she rolled her eyes. "Now since you have completely undressed me I think it's only fair these things come off now," he tugged the string again and Brooke dropped back on her bed, lifting her legs up and he laughed. "Lazy," he joked, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss, running it down her jaw and neck, before leading the trial down her body, wrapping his fingers around her waistband and tugging the pants off.

"Luke…" she breathed out deep as he started kissing back up her body, finding his favorite spot behind her ear. "Mmm…" she enjoyed the feeling of his hands running over her and his mouth doing his magical work.

Reaching for the top of her old worn comforter, Brooke tugged on it and slowly sliding out from under him to slip under the covers, her eyes staying on his as he follows. After getting comfortable under the cool sheets and positioning himself on top of her, he found her lips with his once again.

Kissing him was something she always enjoyed; he kissed her with such passion that she had never felt as wanted as when he was kissing her, so when his tongue would stroke over her lips she never questioned about welcoming it. His hands would always travel over her body but in a way that made her feel relaxed, at ease. It was as if he in a way owned her body and whatever he wanted to do, in any way he wanted to touch her she was fine with and she hadn't felt like that for someone in a long time. Everything about how he was with her made her not doubt for a second that within time she would be ready to give herself to a man again.

Pulling back Lucas gazed down at her as her breath raced in and out of her, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly swollen he rested his forehead against hers as he brushed her hair away.

"What?" she whispered as if someone might hear them. "What are you thinking?" she asked, his brow creased as he stared down at her.

"Come away with me this weekend," he said gentle stroking the outline of her jaw.

"What?" she looked at him confused on what he was saying. She heard the words but the whole clicking of what he was saying just didn't seem to make it fully to her brain.

"I'm going to visit my family this weekend and I want you to come, you and Easton," he told her having thought about a lot since he decided to go visit Tree Hill. He wasn't sure how she would respond to it and he wasn't sure if he was over stepping something being as they had only been together a little over a month but he wanted her there and with her opening up tonight he realized they were moving forward, their relationship was progressing and his mind was set. He wanted Brooke Davis with him this weekend.

"Lucas I…I don't know what to say," she admitted, feeling her heart race in her chest. Everything becoming almost too real.

"Yes," he shrugged. "Say yes."

"I don't know, I mean does your family even know about me?" she wondered thinking springing on these poor people a woman they don't know with a child might ruin their little family get together. "Do they even know about Easton?"

"They know I'm seeing someone, they just don't know all the details yet," he told her not that he was embarrassed or not happy with Easton in his life just that he didn't know how they would take it. Of course his mother loved kids and would never think twice about welcoming Brooke and Easton but it wasn't his story to tell.

"Lucas I can't do that, I mean…your family is really important to you," she said like he didn't know. She wasn't stupid she saw how Lucas talked about his family, well his mother and Uncle and she really didn't want to make them be upset with him. "You yourself said I'm not like the girls you use to date."

"Which I said was a plus," he reminded her. "Brooke you are important to me and I understand if you think this is to fast but don't say no because you fear what my family will think of you. Because I know they will love you."

"I don't know…"

"I do," he smiled. "So please come? Or at least think about coming?"

"Ok," she nodded, loving the look that spread across his face. "I'll see if I can get off work," she promised thinking that could be her way out if she needed. Saying that she couldn't get off but maybe next time, gave her more time to think.

"Ok," he held her chin, capturing her lips back with his. Brooke shifting them around so she was resting on top of him, kissing him until falling asleep sounding like a pretty great plan.

"Mommy!" heavy weight collapsed on Lucas's chest as his eyes peered up to find a grinning blue eyed boy staring at him. "Lucas?" his little blonde brows scrunched together confused. "You not mommy."

"Mommy asleep," Lucas peeled the sheet back to reveal the sleeping girl beside them, her body all curled against him.

"Oh…" he bit his bottom lip, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Mommy it Easton, wake up!" he whispered the first part to yell the second.

"Shh…" Lucas chuckled, detangling himself from the girl beside him who just mumbled something about sleeping longer and pulled himself from the bed. "Why don't we let momma sleep longer?"

"Otay," Easton nodded as Lucas lifted him from the bed and walked out of the room shutting the door behind them.

"Are you hungry?" Lucas balanced Easton on his hip, pulling open the fridge to reveal, well not a lot of food. "What do you normally eat for breakfast?" he questioned and the little boy just shrugged. "You know," he placed the half carton of milk back in the fridge and looked at the little boy who was chewing on his finger. "What if we get dressed and go get some more food?"

"We can do dat!" Easton agreed. "My clothes dat way," he pointed down the hall and Lucas chuckled.

"Well let's go dat way then," he wondered down the hall to his room, pushing the door open and searching for some clothes.

Changing Easton into something warm he let him sit on the couch as he went and pulled back on his clothes from the night. Writing a quick note to Brooke and placing it beside her bed, he kissed her cheek and left.

"Do you like peanut butter?" Lucas looked at the creamy jar and Easton nodded.

"Momma lubs it, we eat sandwiches all the time," he informed him and Lucas chuckled dropping it into the cart. "Lucas!" his little chubby finger flew forward as he pointed at a row of cookies. "Cookies!"

"You like these?" Lucas grabbed the box of chocolate cookies with the cream filling.

"I lub dim Lucas!" he told him, licking his top lip.

"Then we get them," he again dropped the cookies in the buggy. "Let's see…" he scanned the shelves, not positive what all Brooke liked and not exactly sure all Brooke feed Easton. Since being with them he realized Brooke was one of those parents who didn't fret too much on food. Of course she didn't just feed him sugar but she also wasn't one of those no sugar, no chocolate, fat free only types of parents. Nathan's mom was a little like that when they were growing up and his mother was completely opposite. His mom didn't spoil him when it came to eating but he enjoyed his childhood grocery shopping.

"Look at all dis stuff Lucas," Easton peered into the full buggy, never seeing that much stuff before. "We have the whole store," he giggled and Lucas smiled.

"Oh Easton you know what we should get?" Lucas pulled the buggy back and started heading down another aisle.

"What?" he popped his mouth, sipping on something to drink that Lucas had bought him.

"Pizza," he said and Easton's eyes lit up.

"Dat is the best idea eber!" he squealed and Lucas laughed.

"I agree," he nodded, walking down the frozen section. "Because there are all sorts of pizza," he informed him, looking at all the different types of food he was sure Easton probably hadn't had before. "Like this," he grabbed some pizza rolls. "It is delicious."

"I sink I could like dat," he nodded watching Lucas drop on the pile of food. "Can we get choc milk?"

"Definitely," Lucas agreed grabbing a few frozen pizzas. "It would be crazy not to get choc milk," he chuckled, walking around to the milk section and grabbing a few cartons of milk, fresh milk.

"Scott!" he jerked his head around, hearing the call of his name, landing on the familiar smirk.

"What's up Felix?" Lucas placed the milk down to give him a handshake.

"Just picking up some things," he shrugged. "What are you doing here? With a kid," he glanced at the boy looking at him curiously. "Is this one of those doorstep kids things?" he teased and Lucas rolled his eyes.

"No, this is Easton, he is Brooke's son," he informed him, something flashing over Felix he wasn't sure he liked.

"A kid, huh?" he quirked a brow and Lucas knew Felix was about to annoy him. "She must be pretty great at things if she has you playing daddy to her kid," he smirked and Lucas's body froze slightly.

"You're a dumbass," he rolled his eyes, pulling the buggy back and heading down a new aisle. "You don't know anything clearly."

"I know Lucas Scott is playing house which I never thought I would see happen," Felix fell into step with him.

"You finish that contract for Myers?" he changed the subject, the discussion of Brooke to Felix the last thing he wanted.

"Yeah it will be on your desk on Tuesday," he told him.

"Well that's good but I have to go," Lucas lied, just over this conversation. "See ya at work tomorrow."

"Alright daddy Scott," he teased, slapping his back before walking off.

"Idiot," he mumbled before heading to the checkout line.

Stretching her arms out in her bed Brooke frowned when she was greeted with a cold spot. She assumed she would have a warm Lucas next to her but a fear stuck her when it was nothing.

"Luke?" she sat up in the bed holding her sheet around her as she glanced at the clock, it blinking eleven. "Shit!' she jerked from her bed, not knowing how to slept so long. She doesn't remember the last time she slept passed eight, honestly she doesn't remember the last time she actually slept completely through the night.

Pulling on some clothes she rushed to her bedroom door greeted by a sounded of laughter and feeling relief wash over her. Normally Easton would wake her and when she realized he hadn't a fear took over her, a fear she will never silence once she realized how fast life could be taken away from you.

Walking down the hallway Brooke breathes in deep to smell…pizza? Creasing her brow she turned the corner to see Easton sitting happily on the counter sipping on what she would guess chocolate milk as Lucas pulled things off a pan and dropping them onto a plate. Easton going on about something that Lucas just kept nodding at and smiling with the occasionally comment back.

"Ok," Lucas blew on the small roll looking thing and holding it up to Easton. "Try this."

"Dis pizza?" Easton looked unsure and Brooke grinned watching them.

"Yes, I promise, just be careful, it might be a little hot," he warned and Easton nodded taking a small bite of the 'pizza'.

"Lucas!" Easton squealed. "I lub dis!"

"I thought you might," he chuckled leaning against the counter popping on in his mouth before taking a sip of his coffee.

"What's going on here?" Brooke raised a brow, both blondes' head snapping over to look at her.

"Momma its pizza," Easton held up a roll, waving her over to him. "It yummy," he shoved it in her mouth before she could say a thing, pizza sauce dripping on her chin.

"It is yummy," she whipped the sauce off her chin and licked her thumb. "But where did it come from?" she questioned and saw Lucas look down unsure about something.

"Uh…well…"

"We went to de store mommy," Easton told her, taking a long sip of his milk before taking another roll.

"What?" her arms dropped slowly by her sides as she looked over at Lucas. "Why would you do that?" she moved over to her pantry, yanking it open to reveal food she knew she didn't have.

"Brooke…" Lucas reached for her hand when she yanked open the fridge showing even more food.

"Easton, baby why don't you go to your room and get your toys for your bath," Brooke pulled him off the counter and placed him on the ground.

"Momma I eating," he told her.

"You can eat later," her tone harsher then she normally used on him. "Go get your toys and get ready for your bath, I'm not fighting with you."

"Fine," he stomped his foot and stomped all the way down to his room before hearing a door slam.

"Lucas, I think you should leave," she told him, folding some towels that were left on the table in the kitchen.

"Brooke…" he walked up behind her, circling her arms around her waist.

"Stop it Lucas," she knocked his hands away. "I would like you to leave," she repeated, walking over to the door and pulling it open. "Please?"

And he frowned keeping his eyes on hers as he walked towards the door, placing his hand above hers and shutting it. "No."

"Lucas…" her anger flared as she looked up at him. "I would like you to leave."

"No," he shrugged casually, crossing his arms over his chest. "I feel this is the pride Clay warned me about."

"Clay shouldn't talk about me to you, it's none of his business, now leave," she reached for the handle and he just stepped in front of the door defiantly.

"What did I do wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?" she let out a harsh laugh. "Lucas you filled my house with food!"

"Right and I see the wrong in that, eating is just terrible."

"It is not your place to be buying my son food."

"Why? Does he not like what we got? Do you not like him eating what we got?"

"What you got isn't the point Lucas," she told him, really not one to get all worked up over what Easton ate. "The point is that I buy his food, I take care of him just fine."

"Didn't say you couldn't," his tone never changing, just remaining calm and caring unlike hers that was going ever which way.

"It is my job to take care of him Lucas," she told him like he somehow might not be aware of this. "We have been doing it just fine for almost three years and I don't need you coming in here and trying to rescue us."

"I didn't know that pizza rolls was a mission of saving," he dropped his arms to his side. "I thought I like them, I bet Easton would like them and guess what he does."

"Just…Just leave Lucas," she held her hand up to him before brushing passed him. "Lucas…" she wiggled her wrist when he caught it. "Let go…"

"Not until you listen to me and then I promise to leave," he turned her around to face him. "I understand Brooke I do, trust me I do. And I also get why you want to do this on your own but you have to accept that I am here Brooke. I am right here and sooner or later me helping you, you will have to accept. I'm not trying to swoop in and rescue ya'll Brooke I just…I care about you," he told her. "And I'm sorry if I offended you or did something wrong because I didn't mean too," he leaned down kissing her forehead. "Tell Easton I said bye," he asked, grabbing his keys and wallet and walking out the front door, shutting it behind him.

"God," Brooke ran her hand through her hair with a shake of her head as she looked around her kitchen.

"Momma!" Easton screamed making her get over whatever feeling she was feeling. "I ready for bath!"

"Coming…" she grabbed a towel of the table and a rag. "I'm coming," she walked into the bathroom and turning on the water.

"Momma…" Easton walked into the bathroom, holding his teddy bear to his chest. "Are you mad at Lucas?"

"No, baby," she shook her head, giving a gentle smile.

"Don't fight with him," he ordered as she pulled off his shirt. "He likes me," he informed her like she might not know. "And he bought me cookies and I like him."

"I like him too Pumpkin," Brooke frowned.

"Good…" he nodded, stepping out of his pants. "And momma he bought me coke. Dat stuff from when we got pizza. But he said I can't have a lot. Only when mommy says I can."

"How about after your bath we get some?" she offered, dropping a few of his racecars in the tub and lifting him in.

"I would like dat," Easton seemed pleased with that as Brooke started to bath him. The guilt of being rude to Lucas slowly taking over.

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