"I'm still confused," Quinn admitted as they sat in their friend's kitchen. "Why are we angry?" she picked a grape and popped it in her mouth.

"Because looks at this Quinn!" she threw her hands up and spun around the kitchen.

"Yeah Quinn," Clay glanced down at the grapes. "We are eating fruit," he teased and Brooke growled throwing her hands up.

"Easton!" Brooke snapped as the little boy froze mid-withdraw from the package. "Where did you get those cookies?"

"Lucas," he told her carefully, shoving the cookie in his mouth before grabbing another and taking off towards his room.

"Of course he did!" she snapped dropping her face to her hands. "Because buying cookies for a two year old is such an amazing idea," she snatched the pack, shoving them in her pantry.

"Brooke you buy him cookies all the time," Quinn reminded her and the brunette sent off a glare.

"Me buying them is different," she gritted her teeth, gripping the counter tight. "I'm his mother."

"And Lucas is your boyfriend," Clay pointed out and her head whipped around to look at him. "Brookie…" he sighed sliding from his stool. "I love you, I do," he placed his hands on her shoulders. "But you are without a doubt the most stubborn woman I have ever met in my life," he said and Quinn sipped her drink to hide her laugh.

"This is my house Clay, and he is my son."

"So that means no one is ever allowed to help you?" he questioned, Brooke frowning as she glanced down. "Brooke, what about when you get married? You just going to let him do his thing and you struggle to do yours?"

"Married?" Brooke's head snapped up. "Who is talking about getting married? I have known him a little over a month Clay. Oh my god did he say something about getting married?" she freaked.

"What? No!" Clay told her quickly and relief washed over her. "But Brooke you are young."

"Clay…"

"Will you shut up," he brought his hand to silence her. "Like I was saying you are young, and you are talented and beautiful and someday, I'm not saying any time soon but someday someone is going to want to marry you and it's going to be real hard for him with this giant wall you have built up."

"I think my wall is justified Clay."

"Completely," he agreed knowing if anyone deserved to have a reason to run it would be Brooke. "But I always promised Will I would protect you," he told her and she glanced down closing her eyes at the mention of him. "And protecting you is making sure you don't go down a path if I don't think it's right and Lucas…Luke is one of the good guys B. I wouldn't let him around you if I wasn't positive on that."

"I know he is Clay but I don't know how to let someone in ok?" she finally confessed. "It's scary to me because of what happened last time and I know Lucas is different, I get that but he is still a guy and my track record with them isn't at all great."

"He is good," he repeated. "Like you Brooke I have learned to pick up signs on people and I know he isn't like him. Do you honestly believe for a second I would at all let him close to you, to Easton if that might be true?"

"No," she grumbled, going into a childish mood he was so use too.

"Let him help you Brooke and I'm not say let him move you out of here and put you in some fancy apartment with some expensive car or something I'm saying don't criticizes the guy for buying cookies, cookies that he bought for no other reason because he knew your son, the child of the girl he cares about, a child he cares about likes them."

"They are Easton's favorite," she mumbled, looking at the box sitting on a shelf.

"They are and Lucas comes from a single mom Brooke, he has seen her struggle so he wouldn't ever do something that is in your face. If he does something it's probably because he never had someone helping his mom when she needed it and he doesn't want to see another woman he cares about going through that."

"Clay!" Easton's voice cuts through the silent room.

"I'm coming," he called back before giving another look at his friend. "Don't be so stubborn Brookie," he pleaded, dropping a kiss to her forehead before retreating towards the back.

"He is right you know," Quinn commented when she heard the back door shut. "Lucas is a good one."

"I know he is," Brooke frowned, grabbing some coffee to make a fresh pot.

"And he isn't trying to hurt your feelings Brooke," she also informed her and Brooke glanced at her confused. "Clay, he isn't saying this to hurt you he is just worried. He told me the other day how he hoped you and Lucas would work out because he knew you wouldn't let him help and he hoped you might let Lucas."

"It is not Clay's responsibility to take care of me."

"You know that's not true," Quinn shook her head. "The only difference between Will and Clay is that Will shared your blood and was just as stubborn as you so he wouldn't let you say no to him helping you."

"It's different with Will, he was my brother."

"And Clay is your brother, Brooke!" Quinn threw her hands up. "He has watched you grow up and loved you and he wants to take care of you. However he accepts you won't let that happen and he wants you to meet someone and fall in love and be happy and be taken care of Brooke. That's not going to happen if you shove everyone away."

"Can…can you watch Easton for a little bit?" Brooke chewed on her bottom lip.

"Of course I'll watch him."

"K, thanks," she gave her a smile, grabbing her keys and walking out the front door.

"Miss Davis," Jones grinned as he punched the gate open. "How are you doing this afternoon?"

"I'm doing alright, what about you?" she signed the notepad he handed her.

"Just waiting for the day to be done," he admitted, the day seeming longer then it normally was.

"I know that feeling," Brooke agreed.

"Ok, here is a code to the elevator," he nodded his head towards the private elevator towards the left. "If you take that one it will lead you right to Mr. Scott's floor and you can bypass all the signing in."

"Oh ok," she glanced at the number. "I hope you have a good night."

"You too, Miss Davis," he offered a smile before buzzing her in.

Driving through the parking garage, Brooke parked a few spaces down from the elevator. Her heels clicking towards the elevator, she hit the little button and typed in the code, the doors opening with a ding as she walked on. Recalling Lucas's floor she nervously chewed on her thumb nail as she road it to the top, it dinging open and walking off onto the familiar hall. Walking down the hall, she turned the corner to reveal the pretty blonde behind the desk and her stomach dropped a bit, not really wanting to see her.

"Hey Claire," she offered a smile walking up to the desk. "Is Lucas busy?"

"He is on a call," she informed her, not looking up as she typed on the computer.

"Oh ok," she chewed her lip, a nervous habit. "Could I wait for him?"

"If you would like," she popped her gum and Brooke nodded. "I will let him know you are here."

"Thank you," Brooke offered a forced smile, spinning on her feet and sitting on the leather couch. Sitting there felt like a lifetime, as if the ticking clock was teasing her and telling her to leave and it took Claire about fifteen minutes to inform Lucas he had someone waiting for him and another ten for her to tell her to go on back.

Clutching her purse in her hands she slowly walked up to the old wooden door and knocked, hearing Lucas say come in on the other side, taking the cool metal handle in her hand and turning it to open it up, revealing the blonde behind his oak desk.

"Hey, can I help y- Brooke?" his brow creased not thinking he would see her here, not since she had completely ignored him the last couple days. "Hey…"

"Hey…" she closed the door slowly, turning back to face him. "I know I probably should have called, I'm sorry, if you're busy I could come back later."

"What? No!" he shook his head. "If Claire would have told me it was you I wouldn't have made you wait, I'm not busy. I mean not really, just hadn't wanted to deal with people today."

"Do you want me to leave?" she pointed her thumb over her shoulder and he shook his head.

"You aren't just people, Brooke," he told her like she already should know that.

"Yeah," she sighed, walking around his desk, taking his hand as she sat on top of it. "Luke…I'm sorry," she apologized looking up at him. "I really am."

"Brooke there is no reason for you to be sorry, you didn't do anything. It was my fault and I should-"

"Lucas hush," she held her finger up to his lips to silence him. "I'm a mess Lucas, a huge mess and honestly if I were you I would run the other way fast."

"Well then I guess it's a real good thing you aren't me huh?" he stood up, sliding his hand through her hair. "Because I'm not really running anywhere."

"And that's what scares me," she confessed, looking up at him. "I don't know how to handle someone who wants to be here."

"You just let them," he shrugged. "Please Brooke, please just let me be here and let me help when I can. I understand why you were upset and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry but I just…I want to be here."

"And I want you here," she told him. "I do want you here Lucas. I just…" she slid off the desk, walking over to look out his window. "I don't want to rely on you Lucas," she told him, Lucas feeling a little confused. "I mean you take me to fancy dinners with my son, who you completely accept and who without a doubt loves you. And we go to the park and you send me flowers and you bought Easton cookies," she spun to look at him, running her hands over her pants.

"He said he liked them and I kinda wanted one," he admitted and she laughed.

"He does like them Lucas," she shook her head with a smile, walking back over to him. "And you make me laugh and smile, a real smile, and I don't have real smiles anymore Lucas."

"I am seeing all the real problems for us being in a relationship," he teased still completely confused.

"I rely on you Lucas, I rely on you for my smiles and the butterflies that bubble in my stomach and I can't rely on you for buying my son cookies and do my grocery shopping."

"And why is that?" he placed his hand on her hip as she slowly eased in his lap.

"I relied on Easton's dad, Luke. And he let me down all the time." she admitted, the first real comment of Easton's dad since Lucas had met her. "And I relied on Will and now he is gone and after I lost him I realized I had to stand on my own two feet and I've been doing real great at that last few years. However I'm afraid I'm relying on you now Lucas and it's not just me, Easton is here now and what if he starts relying on you? What are we going to do if you aren't here anymore? Who is going to buy my baby cookies? He loves those cookies Lucas!" she told him and he laughed.

"Pretty Girl," he shook his head. "I promise to buy Easton cookies as long as you let me," he teased and she sighed, dropping to lean her forehead against his.

"I'm crazy about you Lucas," she patted her hand to his chest. "And I know that's insane but for the first time in a real long time I want to rely on someone," she told him, completely aware of the fact she just over used the word rely way too much.

"Brooke…" he grinned, tilting his chin up to kiss her.

"Do you still want me even though I'm insane?" she questioned and he nodded kissing her again. "Even though I yelled at you?" she mumbled against his lips, sliding his hand up to stroke her neck. "I really did like those cookies," she admitted, parting her lips for his tongue to slide inside, her arms wrapping around his neck and smiled.

Sliding his hands in her back pockets, Brooke squealed as he lifted her to straddle his waist, his hand feeling a piece of paper.

"What's this?" he pulled it out, glancing down at the familiar code.

"Jones gave it to me," she told him. "So I could bypass all the signing in," she informed him and he chuckled tossing it on his desk.

"By bypass you mean not talk to the girls in the lobby?" he raised a brow and she just shrugged. "Yeah Haley doesn't like them either, says they are always judging her."

"Just jealous. They are young and can't figure out why you guys won't give them the time of day. Just a maturity thing," she shrugged.

"Brooke you do know that Claire and Deena are older then you right?"

"I have a son," she flipped her hand around like that explained it. "I had my baby at nineteen, I had to grow up fast," she told him and he nodded understanding that. "But good thing that we didn't have some insane break up where I might want to kill you being as Jones just passed the code right to you along," she giggled and he smiled.

"Well if you were some crazy stalker I would have given him a heads up before hand," he told her with a half smirk. "So maybe in a few weeks I might have to change that code again," he teased and her eyes narrowed.

"You are so mean to me!" she slapped his chest.

"You are the one abusing me," he chuckled, grabbing her wrist.

"Because you deserve it," she pouted, trying to climb out of his lap but he just pulled her back.

"Come here you," he pulled her into a kiss, her body relaxing back into his lap.

'Mr. Scott,' Claire buzzed through the room. 'Phone call on line three.'

"Ugh," Lucas groaned pulling away from kissing Brooke and she just giggled leaning down and kissing behind his ear. "Ok," he clicked the button on his intercom, his body burning with Brooke nipping at his earlobe and sucking on his neck. "Hello?" he answered, scrunching Brooke's hair in his hand as her hips rocked to the side.

"Lucas…"

"Mom!" he freaked a bit, Brooke's head shooting from his neck to look at him. "What's uh…" he cleared his throat awkwardly like she could somehow see what he was doing. "What's going on?"

"Well I was calling about the plans for this weekend."

"Oh…" he looked at Brooke. "This weekend…" he repeated, Brooke's body tensing slightly in his lap.

"Yes, Keith and I were trying to figure out if you and Brooke will be staying with us or getting a hotel room," she wondered, really hoping it was the former. She missed her son and his visits were too short and not as often as she would like.

"Well mom there…there is something I need to tell you," he told her nervously, Brooke scrunching up her nose confused. "Brooke has a son," he told her, watching all the air escape Brooke as her eyes widened.

"A son," Karen repeated slowly, Lucas staying quite on the other end. "How old is he?" she asked, not so sure how to react to that.

"He is two," he told her, gripping tight onto Brooke's wrist when she went to remove herself from him.

"And you are ok with that?" she slid down on her sofa.

"Completely mom," he told her honestly. "An hour around Easton you can't help but fall in love with him," he admitted and a smile crept up on the brunette's face. "He is great."

"If you are fine with it Lucas, then I'm fine with it," she told him, not really sure her true feelings on it. She would feel like a hypocrite if she told him she wasn't alright with it.

"Ok," he relaxed, slipping his hand to her side and stroking his thumb over her hip bone.

"So where ya'll staying?"

"Staying…" he trailed off looking at Brooke never getting the answer if she would go away with him or not. "Well mom the thing is-" his words get caught cut off by Brooke slowly kissing him.

"Yes…" she whispered to him, stroking her thumb across his cheek. "If you still want us, we want too."

"Yeah?" he held his phone to his shoulder and Brooke nodded.

"I want too; I want to know you Lucas and I want to know everyone that is important to you," she looked at him and he smiled.

"Yeah mom," he pulled the phone back to his ear, Brooke smiling down at him. "I'm thinking your place is better," he kept his eyes locked on Brooke.

"Well being two does Brooke want Easton in the room with her?"

"I honestly don't know," he confessed. "But Brooke is right here if you want to ask her," he told her and Brooke's eyes widened shaking her head. "Yeah, here she is," he covered the receiver holding the phone out to Brooke.

"Lucas I can't talk to you mother," she freaked in a whisper.

"Brooke, I already said you were here I can't tell her you just magically disappeared," he pointed out.

"Close your eyes for five seconds and I could quickly disappear," she told him and he chuckled rolling his eyes.

"Just talk to her, she is harmless. I promise," he offered the phone, Brooke nervously taking the phone from him.

"Uh…hello?" she chewed her bottom lip, her eyes searching all through Lucas's as the phone remained silent.

"Brooke?"

"Oh…umm…yeah, I mean yes, this is Brooke," she climbed from Lucas's lap, feeling she shouldn't be touching him while on the phone with his mother. "How are you Mrs. Scott?"

"I'm doing great, but please call me Karen."

"Oh, ok," she slid up on the desk.

"I asked Lucas but he is so unhelpful sometimes," she teased and her tone making Brooke laugh. "But he says you have a son."

"Yes, I do."

"Well he said he was two and I know at two, goodness three and four I was still having trouble getting Lucas to not share a bed with me," she joked and Brooke laughed.

"You don't say," she raised a brow Lucas who squinted confused.

"Oh yes poor thing would freak out in the dark. However I didn't know how Easton was. Would he be fine being in a room alone without you or would you prefer Keith to put the spare bed in Lucas's old room with you and him."

"Well…" Brooke pondered the thought for a moment. Easton normally stayed in the bed through the night unless he woke up not feeling well or a nightmare. "He does have his own room at home and most the time stays in bed as long as he has his stuffed dog."

"Ok well we have a spare bed and the side has a rail on it and we can set it up in Lily's room since there is more room for the bed. However if you are uncomfortable with that we completely understand."

"Oh no that's perfect," Brooke reassured, something about Karen seeming so sweet. "Easton would love that. He normally doesn't have kids his age around."

"Well Lily will love it, even with him being just a year younger she will think it's like having her own baby," she joked and Brooke laughed.

"I'm sure Easton can't wait," she grinned. "It was nice talking to you too and I can't wait to meet you either. Bye," she leaned over on the desk hanging it up before turning back to smirk at her boyfriend.

"I don't think I like that look," Lucas admitted and Brooke gripped his hands pulling him closer to her.

"So Mr. Big Tough Lucas Scott is afraid of the little dark?" she teased and he growled, dropping back in his chair. "Think the boogie man might get you?"

"I was a child, being afraid of the dark was completely allowed," he scuffed and she giggled.

"Oh Boyfriend," she rolled head back laughing. "Don't worry I will protect you from the dark," she smirked and he perked up a bit.

"Promise?" he stood up. "Because it does still freak me out some," he joked. "And having you next to me might help…a lot," he smirked, dropping down and giving her a sweet kiss.

"You sure you won't leave me in the night to go have your mommy take care of you?" she held onto his face and he groaned.

"Don't be weird," he asked and she giggled. "I'm glad you are coming this weekend, Brooke. You have no idea how happy I am," he grinned kissing her again across her smile.

"Mmm…" she agreed along his lips, sliding her arms around his neck and drawing him closer, deepening the kiss just before the door opened.

"Mr. Scott," Claire glanced up from her papers to see Brooke sitting on his desk with her arms wrapped around him. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were- busy," her tone flat and not going unnoticed by the slightly flustered brunette girl.

"Sorry," Brooke slid off the desk embarrassed, whipping her bottom lip.

"Just have some papers that need to be looked over, Felix dropped them off," she slapped the file on the desk, sending off a glare to Brooke, flipping her blonde hair back and stomping out of the room, the heavy oak door slamming shut.

"She doesn't like me," Brooke stated the obvious and Lucas chuckled.

"I really don't care what she thinks," he admitted, Claire the last opinion he worried about. She was good at what she did, a fast worker and really did do her job but what she thought of him and his personal life was the last thing he ever cared about.

"Lucas can I ask you a question and you give me an honest answer?" she questioned, him slightly concerned by her tone and expression.

"Brooke, I'm always honest with you," he told her, taking her hands in his. "Don't question that."

"No, I know it's just…" she trailed off, trying to think of a way to word this. "Your past relationships I completely understand aren't exactly my business because well it's in the past and it's not like I think you are some innocent little virgin…unless you are which is fine," she told him quickly and he chuckled.

"No, Pretty Girl, I'm not some innocent virgin," he told her. "I mean I do have a past and I have had physical relationships before."

"Was Claire one?" she asked nervously, chewing her bottom lip. "Again I know it's not my business I just…I mean it explains a lot and if I'm around her I would kinda like to know just how well she knows my boyfriend."

"No," he told her honestly. "No on so many things you have just said."

"What you mean?"

"I mean one I have had no past history with Claire, other than us working together there has never been anything and second anything you want to ask you can ask me. I have a past Brooke I do and some things I'm not exactly proud of but it's not fair for me to ask you questions about yours and you not think mine is your business."

"I think your girl feet are the only thing that is wrong with you," she teased and he laughed.

"There are many other things I'm sure you will at some point discover, just have to ask."

"Oh god Luke," she tipped up on her toes, pushing her mouth against his. Knowing with everyday and every moment she spent with him that the truth was going to be harder to tell him and that he really was too good for her.

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