"Sorry," the older woman smiled as she squeezed the small tube. "I swear with technology and all the things they've accomplished you think they could find some stuff that isn't so cold…"

"It's ok," the young woman smiled as she relaxed back. "Only cold at first squeeze," she shrugged, knowing the first part takes your breath away but then it starts to not be so bad.

"Alright, let's see how this little thing is doing," she ran the long wand across her and watched her completely light up at the image on the screen. "There you are…" she grinned and the man by the bed eyes widened as he watched it. "See right there…that's his or hers little nose…"

"Their nose…" he mumbled out and squinted at the screen. Letting out a small laugh with a smile as he twisted his head. Suddenly the room being filled with the thumping of the heart. "Is that their heart?"

"Mhmm…"

"Isn't it amazing?" Quinn twisted her hand up and took his hand.

"Probably the most amazing thing I've ever heard," he eased down beside her and smiled. "So like…I made that thing?" he pointed at the screen and both women laughed.

"Yeah, sweetie, you made that thing," Quinn teased shaking her head.

"I'm good," he grinned proud of himself and bit his lip a moment. "Do we know what it is?"

"Uh…well," Quinn shared a look with the doctor before looking back at him. "I kinda decided to wait…"

"Wait?"

"Yeah, I mean, I loved how surprised Brooke was when she found out Easton was a boy. I want to be surprised…" she told him honestly with a slight shrug. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah," he told her quickly. Whatever she wanted to do he was on board with. "That is more than ok…" he kissed the top of her head and looked at the screen. "Now…what is all this stuff?" he waved his hand at the screen and both women laughed as they started to explain.

Listening to the leaves crinkle under her feet she moved toward the large stone. She hadn't been here in a while, again long than she liked but today she wasn't going to miss coming. Today she needed to talk to him.

"Hey Bubba," her voice cracked already as she placed the flowers on top. "Sorry I missed your birthday. I wanted to come by, but it was Easton's party but I know that isn't an excuse," she pulled some of the grass off and pulled in a long shaky breath. "I miss you…a lot more lately. I'm sure you know what happened the other night," she toyed with the metal around her finger and felt the smile form. "And I'm so happy about that but also really sad. When I pictured getting married I also thought you would be there. Didn't hit me until the ring slipped on my finger you wouldn't be," she glanced over her shoulder when she heard the loud giggle and smiled a bit. Watching as the older blonde ran after the small one, catching him and picking him up with a large smile. "Those two," she rolled her eyes and looked back down. "Oh, can you believe Clay is having a baby? He is going to be a great dad. I mean look how great he is with Easton…you would have been a great dad," she said after a long pause and pulled in a long breath. "But umm…I wanted to tell you Carter's back…but I'm sure you know that. I was scared at first, really scared but I'm not anymore. Things are going to be ok Bubba, I feel it," she glanced back at the boy behind her and smiled. "And I don't doubt he will do all he can to make sure that I'm ok…doesn't hurt he is gorgeous right?" she teased and swore for a second could hear his loud laugh in the wind and smiled.

"Momma!" small arms came around her neck and she fell forward some.

"Easton!" she mocked his voice as her arm curled around his small body and tugged her around to face him. "What are you two doing? Hmm?" she questioned and he giggled as his head rolled back and he shook his head.

"Nothing!"

"How come I don't believe that?" she stood and bounced him on her hip.

"Oh because he and I are always up to something," Lucas chuckled as he ran his hand over the young boy's head. "But never anything bad," he promised, leaning forward and brushing his lips gently over hers. "You ok?"

"Yeah," she smiled, smoothing out her little boy's hair. "I'm really good…almost perfect," she lifted her chin to beam at him. "I love you," she ran her hand over his cheek and grinned at the small wire wrapped around her finger. "So much…"

"I love you too, Pretty Girl," he twisted his head to kiss her palm. "And I'm liking this smile you keep sporting."

"You stick around and I'm more than sure it won't go anywhere…"

"Oh good," he teased and she let out a loud laugh. "You ready to go? Or do you need a few minutes?"

"I'm ready," she looked back at the gravestone and gave a small wave. "Later Bubba…I love you…" she paused a moment, the blonde giving her hand a tight squeeze and she glanced at him. "There are a few things I have to do today…"

"And those are?"

"I…well…" she mumbled out awkwardly as they walked toward the car. "I have to quit…"

"Quit?" the blonde looked at her confused as she opened the back door and buckled her baby in back. "Quit what?" he shut the door and walked her around to the passenger side.

"Luke…" she held his gaze, begging his didn't make her say it.

"You haven't quit yet?" his anger ripped through him. "What do you mean you haven't quit?"

"Lucas, relax…"

"No! I'm not going to relax. Are you still doing it?" he asked and her eyes widened. "Are you still going there?"

"No!" she snapped, not at all believing her still thought she was doing it. "I can't believe you just asked me that! Are you serious? God Luke…" she shook her head and yanked on the passenger door.

"Brooke…" he shoved it closed and turned her to face him. Her arms crossing over her chest as she sent him a glare. "Wait…"

"I'm not still doing it Lucas. But at the same time I haven't quit. I told Ron that I had some family issues and was dealing with them. I'm under a contract…"

"Contract? Strippers are that official?" he questioned and she let out a dry laugh looking away from him. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean it like that…"

"I'm supposed to be there for three more months. Ron kept telling me that I was going to lose him a lot of money…but he can't keep me. I'll find a way out of the contract," she told him and pulled her head to the side when he brushed her hair back.

"I'll go," he said but she quickly started to shake her head no. "Yes. I don't want you going. I'll go…I'll deal with it."

"I don't want you there…I don't want you…seeing what I did. Remembering…"

"I can separate you from them, Brooke. I will deal with him. No one will bother you. I promise…" his finger trailed down her cheek and she let out a sigh. Him quickly realizing she was about to tell him no, but he just hushed her. "Don't argue with me…"

"It's pretty pointless," she mumbled out and he started to nod.

"It truly is…"

"Fine," she let out an exasperated sigh and tangled her hand in her hair. "I just…"

"Nothing," he dropped a kiss to her pouting lips. "I'll drop you and East off and then I'll go handle it…"

"Come straight home after?"

"Yes…now come on," he opened the car door and ushered her in. Brooke pausing a moment and looking at him as his brow arched up, daring her to fight him.

"Fine," she read him and climbed on in, however, couldn't shake the feeling in her gut.

Pulling into the decently large parking lot, he took note of the few cars littering the lot. He wondered why they were here. Didn't they have families or jobs to deal with? He hated showing up here at night, couldn't imagine taking time out of his day to do it.

Cutting his eyes around the area, he tugged the front door and stepped inside. Flashing his ID at the big man by door, he gave an uncomfortable smile as he stepped into the dim lit room and cut his eyes around. He didn't know what to do really. Who he was supposed to talk to but he had to with someone. It would be a cold day in hell before he ever let Brooke step back into this place.

"Can I help you gorgeous?" he glanced at the dark haired girl behind the bar. Her top snug and revealing a great deal of cleavage, her make up dark and a bright pink stripe of color painted her dark hair. She was pretty, but he took note how in her eyes she revealed what Brooke had so many times before when they first met. Empty. "Get you a drink? Maybe a little something else?" her eyes ran up him and dark brow arched.

"No, I don't need a drink," he shook his head and placed his hands on the bar looking around. "I was actually wondering if I could talk to, Ron?"

"He doesn't owe you money does he?"

"No…no he doesn't owe me money. I just have to talk to him about…one of his employees," he cringed as he spoke it and again reminded himself not to think of Brooke in this atmosphere.

"Yeah," she straightened up her posture and made eye contact with a man across. "I'll be honest though, didn't take you as one of those guys."

"What-guys?" he wondered confused to what that meant.

"Oh you know," she reached for a glass under the bar and his eyes darted upward when her shirt revealed a little too much. "Rent the room guys…some come in, sit to the back, watch a dance. And then there are some who rent a room."

"I'm…I don't want to rent a room," he mumbled, actually knowing that. He bought one awhile back to see Brooke, but it…it wasn't like that. Not until then did he think of it like that. He just wanted to talk to her. It made him feel uncomfortable to think other people, men, tried to buy a room with her. "I just wanted to talk to him about…about some things…"

"Are you sure he doesn't owe you money?" she repeated and he let out a small laugh shaking his head.

"No…he doesn't owe me money. We have a mutual… friend."

"Well…he is right there," she nodded at a large greasy looking guy in the corner. "Have fun with it. Asshole has been in the worst mood lately."

"Yeah, thanks," he knocked his knuckles on the bar and spun on his feet. Moving toward the man, he held eye contact as he heard a new song start up and girl step across the stage. For a fraction of a second he caught a glimpse of the girl walking on stage and his heart dropped. She looked so young, so innocent and he swore there was no way she was eighteen.

"Mr. Scott…" the man spoke before Lucas had a chance to say a word. "Good to see you again…"

"You remember me?"

"It's not every day a customer pays what you paid for one of my girls," he spoke and the blonde did his best not to tense up. "I wish I could say I'd set up the same thing for you today, but-"

"Actually no," Lucas cut him off quickly. "I'm not here for that…"

"Then what can I do for you sir?"

"I'm here to buy out Brooke," he told him and the man's brows creased confused. "She's not going to be working here anymore."

"Look, I know Brooke is a looker, but I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into," the man told him with a deep chuckle. "I've known the girl for a while. She has baggage. A nice piece of ass, probably a tiger in the sheets, but not much more than that. No real depth if you know what I mean…" he chuckled and knocked his shoulder like they were longtime friends. The blonde flexed his fingers to calm himself as he swallowed the anger.

"She's my fiancé. So I suggest you watch how you speak of her…"

"Fiancé?" he choked and eyes widened. "You move quick I see. It's cute really, almost story like. The local poor stripper gets picked up one night from the wealthy businessman and they live happier ever after. I can see the movie trailer now…"

"Brooke and I aren't your business. I'm just telling you, she won't be back. So whatever I need to do, for you to leave her alone I'm here to do it."

"Girl always seemed to have control over the men," Ron shook his head and Lucas again tried not to picture her here in this atmosphere. "But hate to break it to you, she has a contract. She is mine for three months. Do you know how much she pulls in for me? The girl doesn't even have to take her clothes off and the guys throw cash at her. The one thing I love more than a naked woman is money. So sorry, Pretty Boy, I'm not letting her go."

"Then I'll pay for it. You are a smart business man. I'm sure you keep track of all the profit you bring in. how much each girl delivers to you," he shrugged about it and looked around the run down joint and chuckled at just how shitty it was. He knew this man had no business sense and on top of that he said it himself. He loved money.

"Brooke brings in a lot of money. I'm sure you don't want to pay for that on a girl you've known a month," he challenged and Lucas crossed his arms as he stared at him. "Are you serious? You would pay that much for just some chick."

"She isn't some chick. She is better than this place and better than you. And being as I'm sure you have about ten laws broken in this place," he looked around before looking back at him. "I don't doubt you will give me that contract and you will take what I give you," he pulled his check book from his pocket and scribbled out a price. Signing his name to it he folded it in half and handed it over. "Brooke's changing her number. I also have some papers drawn up which state by me giving you this; you can't say anything to anyone about Brooke working here."

"She's got a hold on you…"

"As soon as this check clears my account, its proof of your agreement to what I said. I'll have someone by to get the papers and have you sign off on it. However know this…if anyone ever speaks about her, about this place and her past here, I promise you I will own it. I will own you," he hissed and the big man tried to hide the nervous gulp he swallowed. "Have a nice day…" he slapped his shoulder hard, before spinning on his feet and out the door. Cutting a glance at the bartender who looked shocked before stepping out into the day.

"Well, I'll call you after I talk to her," Lucas walked up the steps of his home and slid the key into the lock. "But I'm sure she will be up for it."

"Well, good. I'm looking forward to meeting both of them. Well meeting Brooke again and Easton for the first time…"

"Yeah, well I'll let you know soon. But Dan thanks again for the help with…everything. I really appreciate it," he told him; honestly glad Dan helped him out. He never had him have his back before and though they aren't the best of friends, probably won't ever be, he was glad he did try to help him.

"Not a problem, son. Just let me know what's going on."

"I will, bye," he slid his phone to hang up as he walked into the large home. He paused as he heard the light music playing from the kitchen, followed by a sweet hum to the tune. Dropping his keys on the table by the door, he turned the hall that lead to the kitchen and grinned as he watched the young brunette dance around the kitchen, pots in hand. Her wired ring wrapped tight around her finger as she reached up to place the bowl in the cabinet. "Hey, Cinderella," he teased as leaned against the door frame and she cut her eyes over her shoulder at him. "Your little mice help clean this place up?" he corked a brow, knowing when they left earlier this morning it was a huge mess. Easton had helped make breakfast and making breakfast more ended up being a food fight. He didn't know such a small person could make such a large mess, and by small person he wasn't talking about Easton.

"They did," she told him in a matter of fact tone. "And after they helped with the kitchen, they even sewed up that hole in your dress pants. Because as much as you don't care it revealing those cute boxers of yours, I'm over watching Claire and other woman use that as an excuse to stare at your ass and try to remove the spot on them," she used air quotes and he chuckled swaying his way toward her.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and curled his arm around her waist. "No more random ass touching."

"You bet your ass," she told him and his eyes sparkled down at her. "Only person allowed to touch that ass is me."

"Rule goes both ways, right?" his hands ran down to her backside and she squealed a bit when he yanked her close.

"But of course," she pushed up on her toes and gave him a sweet kiss.

"God, I could get used to coming home to this," he whispered dropping his head against hers. "You dancing in the kitchen…Easton…where is Easton?" his brows creased and head jerked around the large home confused.

"He was taking a nap," she told him in a matter of fact tone. "He had a long day and went to bed later than he normal does last night," she eyed him and he coward back some.

"Sorry…we…we got distracted. Neither of us had seen that episode yet," he mumbled out like a child and she let out a loud laugh.

"Oh Broody, you're so cute," she draped her arms over his shoulders and tilted her head up at him.

"Would you want to go to dinner with Dan tonight?" he randomly asked and her brows creased. "He really wants to meet Easton."

"Is that something you would want?" she played with the small haired on the back of his head and he shrugged. "I'll go, but I only want to go if that is what you want," she told him. She liked Dan. Well she liked the man she spoke to that night all those months back. However, Brooke knew he and Lucas had their past. She wouldn't put him through that if he wasn't ready.

"I do," he told her after a long pause. "It's lame. I'm a twenty seven year old man and I have great things happening in my life. However, there is still a part of me that wants him to step up and support that. Keith is great, I love him and he is the father I always wanted. But at the same time…Dan is my dad you know…"

"I know…"

"I want him to see the man I've become and maybe at some point tell me I did well for myself..."

"I know, I know baby. Trust me, I get that. You don't ever have to explain that to me. I understand. So we will go to dinner and you will be the amazing man I know and love and when you are ready we will leave. And don't forget no matter what happens, there is a little boy upstairs who loves you so much and knows the man you are."

"Ok," he nodded and watched her bit down on her lower lip. "How long ago did you put Easton down?"

"About ten minutes ago. I thought I had him asleep about thirty minutes ago, but while cleaning I turned around and he was sneaking downstairs to put Cooper in bed with him."

"He has been doing that a lot. Asked me the other night if he could sleep with him because it's like a teddy bear but cooler."

"He reminds me so much of Will," she shook her head. "He had this dog for years. That dog never left his side."

"What happened to it?"

"Carrie took him…I really am not sure what happened to him after that."

"I'm sorry," he brushed her hair back and she shrugged.

"But…I don't want to focus on this sadness. What we were you saying before I got off track?"

"I was going to say since he was in bed for a least a good forty five minutes, possibly even an hour. How would you like to go mess up our bed again?" he teased and she let out a small smile. "Maybe when we return from dinner your little mice friends will have it clean again."

"You're an idiot," she rolled her eyes and he chuckled. "But that truly does sound amazing…you're really full of good ideas lately."

"I know," he smirked, wrapping her arms around her waist and spinning her making her giggle.

"But Luke, wait, baby wait," she gripped his shoulders to stop him. "We need to talk about today…what happened…"

"Not now," he shook his head quickly. "It wasn't a big deal, we talked. He agreed, we tore up the papers and we are good. No one will talk about it again…"

"Luke…that seems to easy," she told him, thinking there had to be more to it than that.

"I can be very persuasive when I need be," he smirked, dropping his face to drag his teeth along her neck.

"Luke…" her hand curled through his hair, really wanting to discuss it.

"Nope," he pulled back to smash his lips into hers and felt her release a growl. However, she knew better. He wasn't going to budge right now and she knew his mind was focused on dinner. She wasn't going to push it tonight…however, as the same time that didn't mean she wasn't going to push it later on.

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I totally suck, but kinda went through a writers block. I think I'm getting it back. So please forgive!

Love you all lots and hope you all had great Holidays, pretty sure I haven't updated this one in so long I missed telling you all that...

Mine was pretty awesome...However on New Years Eve...Blah...I usually don't go out very often, so of course logical me thought I'd just go hard (stupid of me...I'm aware) for the whole weekend...

I was supposed to go to Atlanta with some friends, however, I got so sick from Sunday, that on New Years Eve, I went out with my friend to where we work (sports bar...couldn't make it all the way to Atlanta) someone bought me a drink, the smell of the alcohol made me want to vomit and I went home to bed by one...I'm letting my mind believe Sunday was my New Years Eve, that way I don't have a shitty year. HOWEVER I did get a kiss, so maybe that will cancel out the whole, how you spend your New Years is how you spend your year...

Well, if anyone of ya'll want to share some crazy or fun stories from the holidays do it! I love hearing about them!

Hope you enjoy loves!

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