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Rolling out of bed Brooke groan since her body was begging her to crawl back into the warm bed and go back to sleep. It was almost 6 and she knew she had to get up to shower get ready for school and feed Emma before Lydia got her but she was so tired still.

She didn't go back to school yesterday for gym and felt bad skipping her first day but figured hell it was gym it wasn't that big of a deal. She actually felt bad for ditching Haley and Nathan but figured they were the type of people that didn't hold a grudge if she explained something just came up. They seemed like they were pretty cool like that.

Brooke wrapped herself in her big white robe and tip toed into her daughter's bedroom and saw the three year old snuggling to her purple monkey she never left the house without. Emma was her mother in every way. She had her skin color, her dark brown hair that fell a little past her shoulders and even had her dimples. She had Brooke's smirk and her attitude, she had Brooke's way of getting what she wanted but then she had one thing that was all Emma's father and that was her blue eyes with a hint of red and green. They were truly beautiful and even though she hated him, hated him for leaving her with their child she dealt with it.

Brooke was always the good one. She was the one who never really got in trouble, maybe partly because her parents where never home, but even with school she was never in trouble. She never failed a class but she was far from the straight A student. When she first started high school she was the popular cheerleader, with the cute boyfriend and even as a freshman, everyone knew who Brooke Davis was.

Yet then her junior boyfriend, Mick Kennedy talked her into having sex. He said he loved her, all their friends did it why shouldn't they. That it would all be fine. So after thinking about it for a couple months Brooke gave in and slept with him. She was only 15 at the time and was scared to death the whole time and truth is the first time they did it, it really wasn't that great. Brooke didn't know what the hell everyone talked about sex so much because she personally did enjoy it that much.

Yet soon it got better, it became more enjoyable and soon something she thought was not boring, but not really great turned into something that she did actually enjoy. She loved being with Mick in that way and she loved being able to say he was mine. The star quarterback every girl wanted was her boyfriend.

He was so unbelievable gorgeous he was. With his naturally tanned body and his big muscular arms. He had jet black hair and then his scruff that made him just look so much hotter she thought. She thought she was so in love but that was just being naïve and young. At 15 you don't know love and at 15 she was completely wrong.

When she told him she was pregnant he was actually there for her. He supported her and they weighed out the options and when she decided she wanted the baby. Their baby he was there for her, he went to every doctor's appointment and even stayed over at her house so one he could one watch her and two go out when she had her weird ass midnight cravings.

He was really great, and he told her everyday it would be fine, he loved her and that they would work it all out. He held her baby girl first and he named her Emma Grace Davis-Kennedy. The look on his face when he smiled at their baby in his arms was a look Brooke would never forget. And when he smiled looking up at the mother of his child she would never forget when he said,

"Our baby Brooke. We made this gorgeous little girl. I never thought I could love something so much that I just met."

And she cried. She cried happy tears and for awhile thought it would all be ok but it wasn't.

A year past and he went off to college, a college that wasn't his first choice and though he didn't resent Emma, you could tell he resented Brooke; telling her that he would be out doing great things, having fun in college and enjoying life if she was just more careful. She just laughed telling him she was more than sure he forgot the condom and that last time she checked it took two to make a baby.

They fought all the time; they fought about everything even if it was as small as the radio in the car. They would pick at each other and soon the love they thought they shared turned into hate and loath. They grow to despise one another and poor Emma was caught in the middle of all the fighting until Brooke couldn't take it anymore.

She told him she was leaving, she was moving towns, moving states and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. If he wanted to go to college on the other side of the world go for it because it didn't matter she wouldn't be there anymore so he did. She honestly didn't think he would actually leave her but he did she thought he would tell her they would fix it and beg her to stay but he didn't. And with an occasional visit to see his daughter and a phone call every night to say good night and one every morning to say have a good day they both gave up and moved on.

Brooke sighed brushing her daughter's soft hair out of her face and leaning in kissing her head softly, "Mommy loves you baby girl." She whispers as she walks to the bathroom and stripping out of her long sleeve shirt and short cheerleading shorts and climbing in the shower letting the hot water relax her body.

She loved her daughter she did. Emma was the most important person in all of Brooke's life and she never would love anything as much as she loved that little girl but sometimes she just wished she was a normal 18 year old.

That she could go to sport events and parties. That she could sleep over at a best friend's house laughing about boys and the latest celebrate gossip. She wanted to have a boyfriend, someone to love her but she knew that all that was out of the question.

She couldn't go to parties because she had to be home to put Emma to bed. She couldn't go to football games or basketball games because she couldn't bring Emma there with her and not because she was embarrassed because she wasn't. But back home she was the teen mom everyone talked about. The Davis daughter who got pregnant at 15 and almost flunked out of school her junior year. They all talked, they all whispered when she walked by and she didn't want that here. She would go out with Emma of course, like this morning she was taking her for breakfast but she wasn't going to go to school with a baby on her hip that was just way too much to handle.

But back to her other point, the main point and that was love. She knew she wasn't going to find it. She never was at least for a while because no 18 year old high school boy wants a girlfriend with a baby. They don't want someone with that much baggage and they don't want someone with an already made family and Brooke didn't blame them for that, but it did make things a little lonely. Hell a lot lonely.

Brooke shook her head from all the self pity she had because she knows this is all because of her. Her choices and she must live with them. She chose to sleep with Mick, she choose to not be protected that night and she choose it all so whatever happened was all her fault and she must live with that.

After getting out of the shower and dressed, she did her makeup and finished her hair getting all ready for school. She was about to put her stuff in her car but heard a crying little girl that made her stop. "Baby girl what's wrong?" Brooke rushed into the little girl's room swooping her in her arms, "Shhh...Its ok mommy's got you." she tried to sooth her little girl rubbing her back softly.

"It was scary mommy." Emma cried in her mom's shoulder.

"What was baby girl did you have another bad dream?" she asked and Emma just nodded her head. "It's ok I have you. Your awake everything is ok now." She told her bouncing her up and down as Emma's cries slowed down. "Let's get you dressed." She said walking over to her dresser and pulling out some clothes but still trying to calm her crying daughter in her arms. She laid Emma down changing her diaper.

Emma was on her way to being potty trained. She was slowly starting to get it so Brooke had moved her to pull ups just not when she slept. At night just in case she put her in a diaper just so there weren't any accidents. She pulled over a pink long sleeve shirt over Emma's head then grabbed Emma's brown corduroy jumper and pulling it also over her head. "You want your white shoes or your boots?" Brooke asked and wasn't surprised at all when Emma pointed at her brown Ugg boots. "Thought so." She smiled keeping one hand on her daughter as she leaned over grabbing a pair of white stocking and her Uggs slipping them on.

"How do I look mommy?" Emma asks doing a small twirl.

"Gorgeous sweetie." She smiles kissing her with a big muah making Emma giggle, "Now come on mommy is starving." She says dragging out starving as she picked up Emma and grabbed her purse and book bag grabbing her cell and keys and walking to her car.

"What we eating?" Emma asked as Brooke put her in her car seat.

"I don't know baby girl we will just have to drive around and see what we can find." She tells her shutting the door and walking over to her door and claiming in. She didn't even start the call before her cell phone rang and with a growl answered, "Hey." She said short already pissed off.

"Hey Brooke can I talk to my daughter please?" Mick asked.

"Yeah here she is." Brooke paused turning in her chair seeing Emma playing with her purple monkey "Baby girl daddy is on the phone." She told her and though she grew to hate Mick still smiled when she saw the look on her daughters face finding out her dad was on the phone.

"Daddy!" Emma squealed as Brooke put the car in reverse and drove out of her driveway. She road in silence just listening to her 3 year old babbling in the back seat to her daddy. Brooke just smiled as Emma told him, well tried to tell him about some toy she got. Emma was smart, no doubt about that she was much like her dad in that way but her talking though it was pretty decent for a three year old still had its moments of making no since. "Mommy." Emma sang out and Brooke looked at her in the mirror seeing her daughter stretching out her cell for her to take.

"Hey." Brooke said again, still short and still with signs of being annoyed.

"Hey Brooke how is everything?"

"Well it would be better if I had help but I am managing." Brooke growled into the phone as she looked up seeing a small café sign and parking in front of it.

"Brooke you didn't have to leave." Mick sighed in the phone. Though they fought all the time he still loved Brooke, he still loved her and missed her and missed his daughter. Things just all went downhill after awhile and neither seemed to be able to climb back up it.

"You didn't ask me to stay either."

"I miss you."

"You miss Emma not me." Brooke sighs falling back in her chair letting out a long breath. So maybe hate was a strong word, she didn't hate Mick. Hated their situation but not him, just got tired of it all. The fighting the crying, the pain, just all of it.

"No I miss you!" Mick argued and could picture her sitting there looking sad but trying to fight her tears trying to not prove she was upset by all this, "Do you miss me?"

"Please don't ask me that Mick." Brooke frowned and felt a single tear slowly slip down her cheek.

"Baby just tell me you miss me too." He begged, he just needed to hear it. He wanted to hear it. He messed up he did. He should have begged her to stay, begged her not to leave but he didn't. He just watched as both the girls in his life walked away and he hated himself for not fighting for them. Fighting for him and Brooke and finding a way to make it work.

"I got to go." Brooke said and cursed when her voice cracked but shutting the phone quickly. She hated when he did that. When he begged her to tell him she missed him and wanted him back, they aren't supposed to be she accepted that. They had a child that both of them loved but they weren't supposed to end up together and when he said stuff like that it just made things harder. "You ready to eat?" Brooke asked pulling back her composer and wiping her cheek and nose before climbing out of the car and getting her daughter out. "Come on let's getting something good."

"Something good." Emma agreed holding onto her mom as they walked into the small café.

Sorry for the long wait and sorry for no other characters in this chapter but Brooke but this was just some background on everything. The next chapter will be long and it will be put up a lot sooner promise.

Well I hope you all enjoy and please review.