"And she was at his office?"

"Monday."

"And she called him?"

"Friday."

"And you were pissed?"

"Everyday," Brooke answered filling up the glass with ice.

"What a bitch," Rachel cursed as she sat on the counter at work. "What does Lucas say?"

"Nothing," Brooke shrugged. "Because when I'm bothered I'm supposed to tell him."

"Which you should not do. Makes her think you're intimidated."

"Exactly so I sit with my pretty little smile while I watch and listen to her giggle over my boyfriend." Brooke growled slamming down the cup. "But it's all innocent."

"Nothing about that bitch is innocent," Rachel grumbled and Brooke nodded in agreement.

"I mean, I know Lucas tries to tell her nicely to not be around so much but that's the problem. He is being nice. Lucas doesn't know how to be mean to people. He treats everyone like they are a lost freaking puppy," she grumbled, slipping her order for on the little wheel.

"Better be careful or he might get rabies. And you don't want him bringing that home to you," the red head cringed at the thought and Brooke let out a dry laugh.

"Well don't have to worry about that."

"Why? Scottie boy not satisfy you Brookie?"

"Well, to satisfy me we would be having sex," she leaned on the counter to look at her. "And we aren't."

"What?" Rachel's mouth dropped and eyes widened. "The first time I saw that boy I wanted to stripe him naked and you are telling me you haven't yet?"

"That's what I'm telling you."

"Why? I mean…he has a penis right?" she whispered the last part and Brooke busted out with a laugh.

"Yes Rach, he has a penis. A very nice one I might say. One I'm very sure he knows how to use," she wiggled her brows and Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Then what is wrong with you? Jump on that boy!"

"I don't want to jump on him Rachel," Brooke shook her head. "I want it to be…I don't know special. I want timing right and feelings right and I want…I want to know he wants me."

"You aren't sure of that? Brooke he is practically eye fucking you constantly," Rachel dropped her tone into a duh one.

"Lately I feel different. Since we got back from Tree Hill he isn't Lucas anymore. I think it has to do with Theresa but I can't ask because he just says I don't trust him and I'm insecure."

"You can't trust him," Rachel said and Brooke's eyes slanted confused. "He is a man Brooke, you can't trust no man."

"I trust my boyfriend Rachel."

"Ok fine trust him," she used air quotes and Brooke shook her head. "But also fuck him."

"Rachel!" Brooke shrieked glancing over at the older woman a few seats down from them. Praying she hadn't heard the last few comments from her red headed friend.

"Brooke, you have a hot boyfriend who has a hot ex in town. She I'm sure is offering him things you aren't."

"Lucas isn't like that Rachel," Brooke told her knowing completely Lucas wasn't about just sex. He cared about her, and it was more than just physical.

"He is a man Brooke. Sex crosses his brain about a thousand times per minute," she told her getting a laugh and a small chuckle from the older woman a few seats away. "But," Rachel cut her eyes from the old woman back to Brooke who was laughing a little. "I don't think he has cheated on you Brooke. I know Lucas cares about you. But I also know how persistent women can be. Don't lose your lover because of some skank."

"I won't," Brooke told her as she thought a moment. "I know I won't. Lucas…Lucas cares a lot about me and Easton."

"Yeah and Easton cares a lot about him too," Rachel jumped up giving her a tight lipped smile before walking off.

"Yeah," Brooke frowned, toying with her hair. "But he cares about me," she said to herself thing. "And he is over her," she repeated over and over in her head. "He's over her," she went back to work.

"So you have everything ready for the party tomorrow night?" Felix asked as he leaned back in the leather chair looking at his friend.

"Yeah I guess," Lucas ran his hand over his face. "I'm exhausted though. I don't even want to go to this damn thing."

"I don't think you can skip it," Clay chuckled.

"Why not?" he asked with a frown. Wishing he would have just stayed in Tree Hill with Brooke and Easton longer. Since he got back work had been all backed up, which he found insane being he was gone three days, and he swore he hadn't left the office all week. He forgot what his own apartment looked like. "Can't I just lay on my couch with Brooke and watch a movie while you morons take care of everything?"

"Would you leave us in charge?" Nathan questioned and Lucas growled.

"I guess not," he moved around in his chair annoyed. He just wanted to sleep!

"So Brooke," Felix lifted a brow of the girl he kept hearing about. "You going to bring this chick to this thing or is she still make believe?"

"Brooke is not make believe you dumbass," Lucas rolled his eyes. "Trust me Brooke is as real as they come," he smirked.

"Don't be weird Luke," Clay ordered and the room laughed. "She is still like my little sister so watch how you word your next few statements."

"She's amazing," Lucas said looking at his friend. "Is that an ok statement?"

"If you mean it, yeah."

"Trust me, he means it," Nathan slumped back in his chair. "All he does is talk Brooke and if he doesn't bring her up Haley will bring her up and then they talk and they talk and they talk," he laughed a little looking at his brother. "I think he likes her," he teased and the blonde smiled. "See even the mention of her makes him smile like an idiot. He is such a chick about her."

"Oh please, you grin and giggle when Haley is around," Lucas informed him and his brother scoffed.

"I don't," he grumbled and all eyes landed on him. "She's my soon to be wife, it's allowed," he grumbled and the guys laughed.

"But I don't know. If she can find someone to watch Easton I'm sure she would come, especially if Haley and Quinn are there."

"I can't imagine them three all together," Nathan shook his head at the thought.

"Oh trust me it's insane," Clay rolled his eyes at the three. "There is so much talking and giggling you swear they are fifteen again."

"How do you know all three again?" Felix asked not remembering that one.

"I met Brooke when I was like twelve. Her brother and I were best friends and Brooke met Quinn I don't know 8th grade I think and then I met Quinn, Brooke's freshman year and we all I guess…I don't...met."

"Never had a thing with Brooke?" Felix smirked, Lucas glared and Clay cringed.

"I met her when she was six. I've seen Brooke go through every awkward stage a person can go through. Did I think she was gorgeous, yes but wasn't for me."

"Good," Lucas agreed happy with that fact. "I mean you would have been better then Carter, wish it was someone like you instead of him."

"Brooke talks to you," Clay stated but not in a question. In the realization Brooke is opening up to him, she barley opened up to Quinn about Carter. Only person who really knew was Will and he didn't dare share anything Brooke told him.

"Yeah," Lucas picked at a paper on his desk with a frown. "We talked a lot this weekend."

"Good," Clay nodded happy. "I'm glad."

"Me too," Lucas let out a small laugh so glad by that fact. "Speaking of Brooke," he smiled at his phone lighting up. "We were just talking about you," he flipped his phone open with a grin.

"We?" she asked hoping there was no skanky girl in that we.

"Yeah, Clay, Nate and Felix," he told her.

"Oh ok, hi boys," she laughed leaning back against the brick wall. "Tell Clay that Easton wants him to call him later. Wants to tell him all about Cooper's racecar."

"Easton wants you to call him later," the blonde relayed the message. "Wants to talk about Coop's racecar."

"Gotcha," Clay nodded. "Ask Brooke if he knows how to catch a football yet."

"Clayton Evans!" Brooke growled hearing that. "Tell him he broke that vase!"

"You broke the vase," Lucas told him, Clay already hearing the yell.

"Love you Cookie," he teased leaning back in the chair as Lucas started talking to Brooke.

"Can a two year old use a phone?" Nathan asked, not really up to par with all the young children acts.

"They are people Nathan."

"Yeah but they are like you know…little," he shrugged and Felix laughed.

"Easton is a cool kid," Clay told him. "I forget half the time he is just two," he admitted always forgetting how old Easton is because of how grownup he talks sometimes. He is a smart little boy, Brooke did great with him.

"I want to meet him, maybe we can teach him basketball and mold him into the next best player," Felix suggested thinking that was a great thought.

"Easton likes football," Lucas broke his call with Brooke to add in. "Brooke isn't a basketball fan but Easton likes football and Brooke likes that he likes football."

"What?" Brooke asked confused.

"The guys wanted to get Easton to play basketball; I was telling them he likes football."

"My baby is great at football and will never play basketball," she told him quickly. However knowing if Easton truly wanted to play she would let him. He just never showed interest in it, just football so she didn't try to change him. But he was just two, things could change.

"What I told them," Lucas told her hearing her agree. "But what are you doing tonight?"

"Well I was kinda hoping you would have the night off. I miss you," she frowned feeling like she hadn't seen him in days.

"I miss you too," he told her, waving his hand and glaring at the teasing remarks his friend's shot him. "Why don't you and Easton come over tonight? I don't get off until later but you know where I keep my spare key."

"Easton will probably just be asleep though. I mean if you are getting off late."

"Well put him in the guest room. And we will just…" he began to smirk before cutting his eyes over at Clay. "Watch movie."

"Ok," Brooke laughed a little. "I'll see you later Boyfriend."

"Later Pretty Girl," he grinned before hanging up.

"I miss you," Nathan mocked looking at Clay who chuckled.

"I miss you too. I count the moment until I see you again," he teased and Lucas growled.

"I hate everyone in this room," he grumbled grabbing his papers from his desk. "All just huge assholes," he growled, the room laughing as he stormed from the room.

"Brooke?" Lucas pushed open the front door of his apartment, finding soft music playing throughout the large living space. "Hello Pretty Girl," he grinned leaning up against the doorframe of his kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking," she stood with her back to him as she mixed the hot liquid.

"I didn't know you could cook," he walked up slipping his arms around her. "It smells amazing though," he kissed her cheek and she smiled.

"Thank you," she slipped her hand to rest on his as they sat on her stomach.

"You know," he tightened his hold on her with a smile. "You got me teased at work today."

"I did?" she placed down the spoon to look at him.

"Yeah," his hands slipped to her hips. "The guys gave me a hard time because apparently not only do I talk about you too much but I also smile or something."

"You talk about me?" she peered up at him and he just shrugged. "That makes me feel special," she trapped her tongue between her teeth grinning.

"You are special," he slid his hands over her. "And so damn sexy," he growled rough and she blushed as he dropped his mouth to cover over hers.

"Mmm…" she slipped her hands to his face pulling him closer. That feeling bubbling in her stomach she always feels every time they kiss. "Oh," she pulled away when the buzzer behind her went off. "Why don't you go change and I'll finish in here?" she suggested, grabbing the pot holder beside her.

"Alright Pretty Girl," he lifted her chin for a light kiss as he walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Ok," Brooke licked the sauce from her finger as she read the paper in front of her. "Luke!" she called glancing over her shoulder at the phone ringing. "Broody, your phone is ringing!"

"It's probably my mom," he called back as he stripped from his suit. "Just answer it; she is the only one who calls the house!"

"Ok," she stirred the spoon, reaching behind her on the counter for the black device. "Hello?" she pulled it to her ear, trapping it between her shoulder and ear as she cooked.

"Lucas?" the all too familiar voice rings through her and she frowns.

"Who is it?" Lucas returned to the room.

"Not your mom," Brooke groaned handing the phone over. "I need to check on Easton," she slid around him, Lucas confused to what was wrong as he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Luke, hey!"

"Theresa," he rubbed the creases in his forehead not getting Brooke's mood change. "What's up?"

"Nothing, but hey I'm at this bar by my apartment. You should come by!" she sipped her drink, smiling at her friends she had made the last week.

"I can't Theresa," he leaned against the counter looking around the kitchen. "I'm spending the night in with Brooke."

"Well you can bring her."

"She has a son Theresa; she can't just leave when she wants."

"Oh bummer. Guess I didn't think about that. Alright well have fun staying in tonight, maybe another time," she gave a smile before hanging up.

"Yeah," Lucas clicked the phone off and tossed it on the counter.

"What did Theresa want?" Brooke walked back into the kitchen and over to the stove.

"I don't know. Some bar by her place she wanted us to come too," he shrugged playing it off as nothing. He knew it bothered Brooke; he tried to ignore Theresa when Brooke's presences but it was hard. No matter what he seemed to do it pissed someone off.

"What did you tell her?" Brooke asked slowly moving around the spoon.

"I told her we were spending the night in," he reached up brushing her hair behind her ear. "Plus we have East, you know?"

"Yeah," Brooke paused a moment looking down. "I think I should go," she pondered that thought before nodding. "Yeah, I should go."

"What? Why?" Lucas uncrossed his arms quickly confused. "What about dinner?"

"It…it should be done. Just put the rest in the fridge," she grabbed her keys off the counter and moved to get Easton.

"Brooke…" he grabbed her hand turning her to face him. "Why are you leaving? I don't get it…what happened?"

"Lucas this is my life," she told him and his brow scrunched confused. "Easton is my life. This," she weaved her hands around, "is what I do most every night."

"I'm still not seeing the wrong here. I mean…do you not like being here? We could have gone to your place."

"No Lucas," she groaned shaking her head at him not getting it. "I can't do spur of the moment things. Everything I do I have to plan out at least a day ahead because I have Easton."

"Brooke, you do know I have met him before right? I know all about Easton," he told her not sure why she was mentioning her son as if he had never met the kid.

"Lucas there are going to be times when you want to do things," she frowned, looking down. "Go out with friends or just go out by yourself and I don't think…I think just sitting at home with me is going to bore you after awhile. Your still young Luke and want to live but I…my life is over, the social aspect of it at least. I'm not going to be able to do those things. I'm not going to be able to call you randomly to meet at the bar, I can't do those things."

"Brooke…"

"And I hate that I can't do those things," she added. "I love my little boy but I had to grow up fast and I wish I could do those things for you. Be that person but I can't. So if I hate I can't and I know I can't do anything about it, I know sooner or later you're going to hate that too. And there are things you can do about it," she shrugged, really not upset with him about it, just how it was.

"Brooke…" Lucas frowned grabbing her hands and pulling her into him. "Why are you waiting for me to run?" he let out a dry laugh shaking his head. "I'm not going anywhere," he dropped his head to rest beside hers as he held her.

"You aren't now," she mumbled, resting her head on his chest. "But at some point you will Luke," she pulled her head to look at him. "At some point playing house isn't going to be fun. You are going to get tired of always canceling your plans because of me and Easton. Sick that even if you do get to go out it can't be all night because I have to come home to let the babysitter leave. That is always going to be my life."

"And I want that," he brushed her hair back to look at her. "Brooke I know that we can't just drop things and go out when someone calls or that we can't stay out all night and I don't care. Even if we do happen to go out and you have to leave early I'm going to want to be with you. I don't want to just be sitting there all night with my friends and their girlfriends because mine isn't there. I want to be where you are."

"Even if I'm covered in baby grossness and a mess?" she glanced up at him and he chuckled.

"You are never a mess."

"I'm always a mess," she ran a hand through hair knotted hair. "Most the time I live in sweatpants and shirts, with my hair a big tangled mess," she told him and he chuckled.

"I think you look sexy in just about anything," he smirked and she blushed looking down.

"Lucas…" she whined dropping her head to his chest. "I can't do this," she frowned. "I can't let myself get sucked into this perfect you because it's not fair to you. Me making you give up things for me…"

"Hey," he cupped her cheek to turn her to look at him. "I don't give up things Brooke. I don't…I don't see it like that. I don't see myself giving things up. I do what I do because I like it, I like being with you and Easton, Brooke. God I'm crazy about you," he let out a dry laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear. "And I just…I don't know how to make you see that. I want to be here."

"And I want you here," she chewed her lip looking at him. "But if there is a point you want to do something I want you to do it. I don't…I don't want to stop you because that will just make you end up hating me and resenting me and I don't want that."

"That would never happen," he shook his head at that thought.

"Luke it could. Like tonight, your first thought wasn't a want to stay in; Easton didn't flash through your head first."

"That's not true," he shook his head.

"It is, I saw you Luke. You just…you looked disappointed you couldn't do it," her voice cracked really hoping it was not because he couldn't hang out with Theresa.

"Brooke that wasn't it," he sighed, hating she saw that. "It wasn't because I'm staying in, it's not. It's I just hate how much it upsets you. Theresa talking to me and stuff," he shrugged and she looked down with a frown. "I don't want you to worry; I don't want you to fear her or something."

"I don't," she lied, slipping herself away from him and towards the living room. "I don't worry about you and her," she picked up a few pillows off his couch and adjusting them.

"Brooke…" he followed behind her knowing she was lying. She had a nervous habit of doing things when she was lying. "Pretty Girl," he slipped his arms around her small waist pulling her into him. "I need you to talk to me. Tell me what you are thinking," he nuzzled his face in her neck feeling her pulse race, telling she was nervous about something.

"Nothing," she shook her head, wiggling in his grip but he just tightened it. "Lucas…" she gripped his hands to pull them off her.

"No, I want you to talk to me. I need you to talk to me."

"You already think I'm insecure enough Lucas. I don't want you thinking that more," she mumbled with a slight shrug.

"I don't…I don't think that. I mean the things that happen, you're past I do understand that but I just… I'm not going to think that now Brooke. But if you aren't honest with me I don't know how to fix what I'm doing."

"Are you happy where we are at in our relationship?" she asked, running her thumb along his arm. "Do you wish we were going faster or in a different part of it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I care about you Luke," she turned around in his arms to face him. "I care so much about you that it scares me and I hate… I hate Theresa has been with you in a way I haven't," she admitted looking down a little embarrassed. "And I hate that I'm still nervous to be with you in that way."

"Brooke…"

"I know it's dumb. I mean I know you wouldn't cheat on me or anything. I trust that completely but at the same time she knows you. She knows you, she knows you in an intimate way I don't and that's a big deal in a relationship. I know it is and I hate that it makes me nervous."

"Pretty Girl that's not all a relationship is about," he told her and she nodded knowing that.

"I know that and I know there is more to it, to us but I also know it's important. I mean I want you Luke," she admitted and a little boyish grin appeared on his lips. "I want you so much but to me that's a real big deal," she glanced down. "I've only been with one other person and the last time I actually had sex was…" she shook her head not wanting to think about it. "I in the stupid cliché way want that perfect moment I never got. And I know that's not fair for you, I do and you probably have stuck around longer than most guys would but I want it and I know I will get that moment with you."

"Pretty Girl," he lifted her face with his hands to give her a light kiss. "That moment will be perfect," he whispered leaning his forehead against hers. "It will be perfect because I'm with you, no one else but you. And I promise it won't be rushed, I would never do anything that I thought you weren't ready and uncomfortable with."

"I sometimes feel like I'm going to blink and you won't be there anymore," a tear dances in the corner of her eye.

"Oh I'm always going to be here Pretty Girl," he told her getting rid of that thought quickly. "I need you with me Brooke. All I want is to make you happy. Just…just let me please," he begged and she slowly nodded. "I will make everything better for you Pretty Girl, let me take care of you and Easton. Believe I want to be here with you and Easton."

"Do you still want to take me with you tomorrow?" she asked, knowing her wavering back and forth on his business thing tomorrow bothered him. "I mean even though I'm insane?"

"I would love for you to go but doesn't mean I wouldn't mind just staying home with you," he told her as she bit her bottom lip looking up at him. "I honestly don't want to go but for some reason those morons I work with can't do anything without me there."

"Rachel said she would watch Easton," she said knowing after Rachel found out they weren't very sexual in their relationship she all but told her she was going to kidnap her son. "So if you still want me I'm yours for the night," she shrugged and he grinned.

"I thought you were mine every night?" he corked a brow and she giggled a little.

"I am yours, every night, every day, every hour," she told him and he grinned. "And you are just mine."

"No one else's," he shook his head, framing his hands on her face. "Don't ever doubt that Brooke," he leaned in kissing her. "You know how I feel about you," he whispered and she nodded.

"I'm your Pretty Girl," she grinned a little and he smiled.

"Yeah, you are my Pretty Girl. Now will you please, please come finish dinner? It smells amazing, I'm starving and you cooking in my kitchen is so damn hot," he said and she blushed with a giggle looking down.

"Ok," she slipped her hand in his front pocket and his eyes widened. "Let's just turn these off for the night," she pulled his phone out and clicked off. "Because tonight is just me and my boys."

"Sounds perfect to me," he slipped his arms around her, Brooke squealing as he lifted her in his arms.

"Luke, don't drop me," her arms wrapped his neck clinging to him as he carried her bridal style toward his kitchen.

"I would never," he laughed, sitting her down in front of the stove. "Now finish my gorgeous girl," he smacked her backside making her squeal again.

"Ok," she laughed turning back around to finish. Giggling when she glanced over her shoulder at him for tilting his head every time she moved or bent to grab something. "You staring at my ass Scott?"

"Yup," he told her honestly and she laughed. "If your baby was as hot as mine you would do the same."

"My baby is hot," she winked at him and he laughed. "Now come on Boyfriend," she snatched food she just dumped on the plate. "Dinner is ready."

"And I'm right behind you," Lucas grabbed them both a drink following behind her. In the moment finding spending the night in with Brooke was way better than any night he spent out with his friends.

Sorry I haven't updated as fast as I wanted. I just started a new job and work way more hours and don't have as much time on my hands…I'll try to update on my days off and when I get a chance promise!

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