Before anyone knew it, it was the day of Brooke and Lucas's wedding. To everyone's surprise, Brooke had insisted on a small affair and had spent most of her downtime after the surgery working on both the bridesmaids dresses as well as her own dress.

"This is so exciting!" Chance squealed, bouncing up and down as she watched Karen finish up Brooke's makeup.

Haley smiled at her, pulling her to her side. "It is, but you've gotta stop with the bouncing! I'll have to call you Tigger Two!"

Chance giggled and put her hand on Haley's stomach. "You hear that, baby? Your mom is funny!"

"All done," Karen said proudly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "You look so beautiful, Brooke!"

Brooke took in a deep breath, turning slowly to take herself in in her reflection. It was everything she had dreamed of. Her hair, or wig rather, was down in flowing curls, her makeup neutral. Her dress was a fitted sheath of white lace, with a neckline that perfectly embraced the curve of her chest and showed off just enough to be sexy while remaining sophisticated. The small buttons all the way down the back added to the beautiful effect, as did the low swoop of the fabric, revealing her porcelain skin.

"I can't believe this is happening," she gasped.

"Neither can I," Peyton beamed, wrapping Brooke in her arms from behind. "We're all eighteen years old with rings on our fingers."

Karen laughed, kissing all the girls on the cheek before going to visit her son.

"Let's see that rock again," Haley insisted, holding up Peyton's hand.

"It was my mom's," Peyton grinned. "I have no idea how he found it."

"That's what we were doing at the antique store!" Brooke exclaimed. "I spotted it and couldn't believe it, we lost it so long ago."

"You two would lose a precious engagement ring," Haley joked. The girls shared a shrug, knowing it was true.

Jake had proposed two nights before after taking Peyton on a beautiful boat ride at sunset. She had called Brooke nearly weeping with joy, and the brunette had grinned knowingly from her own bedroom. She had been waiting for that moment for so long.

"God, Brooke, we're really sisters now," Haley said, beginning to cry.

"Don't ruin my wedding makeup, you bitch!" Brooke teased, tearing up herself and embracing her friend.

"You owe me a quarter!" Chance said triumphantly.

Brooke smiled softly at the little girl. "You bet I do."

"You don't have to on your wedding, but next time," Chance warned.

"I'll keep that in mind," Brooke said.

"It's time," a voice said from outside the door. Jake poked his head in, sharing a besotted look with Peyton before his eyes widened at the sight of Brooke.

"Damn, Davis, you clean up nice."

"Well thanks," she said with an eyeroll. She took another deep breath. "This is happening."

"I told you you should have warn Nike's under that thing," Peyton joked.

Brooke laughed, grabbing Chance's hand and leading her out of the room.

"Let's do this, guys."

Twenty minutes later, Brooke was standing at the aisle, which was outside on the Rivercourt. They had transformed it into a beautiful place for a wedding, surrounded with white lilies and roses. The boys had even taken the hoops down.

Brooke tightened her grip on Nathan's arm, who was walking her down the aisle.

"You ready, gorgeous?" he asked.

"More than ready," Brooke smiled. "Thank you for doing this, Nathan."

"Of course," he insisted. "You're like a sister to me, Brooke. I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Now I will be your sister," she smirked. He smiled at her and lead her out onto the aisle. He watched Lucas's face be overcome with an emotion that he couldn't place. His eyes were bright, and Nathan could swear that he looked near tears. His smile was radiant in a way that Nathan had never seen, and he couldn't help but wonder if that's how he looked at his wedding. He glanced over at his wife as he handed Brooke off to Lucas and realized that it must have been.

The ceremony was short and simple, due to the spring heat, and the reception was held in a massive tent.

"We're really married," Lucas grinned, holding her close to him for their first dance. She nuzzled deeper into his neck.

"We really are."

"I can finally call you Brooke Scott."

"You've been calling me that for months."

"Yeah, but now it's legally binding."

Brooke giggled and kissed him, basking in the happiness of the moment.

During their meal, Peyton suddenly stood from the head table and clinked her glass with her knife.

"Hi everyone," Peyton said with an awkward smile. "We're doing this a little unconventionally. We're all going to make speeches. I know, I know, long and boring. But there's no best man or maid of honor, so we're all doing one. Bear with me." She took a deep breath and continued, turning to smile at Brooke. "Brooke became my best friend in kindergarten. For the last thirteen years, she's been my fiercest protector, my partner in crime, and my biggest fear. It would be anyone's biggest fear to lose someone as wonderful as Brooke. When we met Lucas as juniors, the chemistry between them was obvious. There were some people stupid enough to try to come between them, myself included. They were so in love but had no idea what to do about it, but finally, they came together for real, and I've never seen anything more beautiful. IN the last six months, I've seen them overcome obstacles that most forty year olds wouldn't be able to defeat. I'm so proud of both of them, and I am so fortunate to have a beautiful, amazing best friend like Brooke. Lucas is a lucky, lucky man, and I'm sure he knows it."

Haley was next, picking up the microphone with a grin. "If someone had told me even two years ago that Lucas Scott would be marrying Brooke Davis, I would have punched them in the face. Truth is, I didn't like Brooke. She was pretty, popular, rich; she was everything I wasn't. When Lucas started dating her, I was so puzzled. But then, I got to see the real her. The bits of her that she hid behind flashy clothes and loud giggles. And I realized that Brooke Davis is the kind of person we should all aspire to be. Lucas has been my best friend since we were kids, a lot like Brooke and Peyton. He is a deeply talented, kind, caring, compassionate human being, who I have been so lucky to have been blessed enough to know. I know that these two are going to be together forever. Opposites really do attract, and I can't think of a better couple than Brooke and Lucas."

"Other than me and my lovely wife over there," Nathan smirked as he stood, causing the guests to laugh. "I've known Brooke since preschool. I met her when she decided we were going to break out of the country club day care center, and when I told her we couldn't do that, she looked at me and said, 'I'm Brooke Davis. I do whatever I want.' From then on, I followed her lead. She's led me to some crazy places, but she's also led me to some of the best. She set up my first date with my wife. Her dating my half brother helped bring us together. She's an amazing, unique girl. And Lucas. Luke, my older brother. We hated each other so much, but like Haley with Brooke, I hated him for being what I would never be. I was immature and arrogant, and he was worldly and good. Luckily for me, he had an amazing best friend who changed me, and even luckier for me, I got to know him because of it. He's truly my family now, and I couldn't be happier to welcome Brooke into the family officially as well."

"Well going last sucks," Jake joked. "Brooke and I bonded a lot in the last year. I was away, and she called every single week to check on me simply because I was crazy in love with her best friend and she knew that. She's that kind of person. She'll go out of her way to make things happen for the people she loves. Lucas does the same for her. He would move mountains if it meant making Brooke happy and keeping her safe. I've seen him do it. Their love is beautiful, inspiring, and truly one in a million. To Brooke and Lucas."

By the end of the speeches, Brooke was openly crying, Lucas teasing her mercilessly. The party went off beautifully and without a hitch, and Brooke and Lucas rode off in his muscle car toward the gorgeous beach house they had rented for their honeymoon.

Lucas Scott had known months ago that he had messed up, but it turned out to be repairable. As he lay beside his wife (it was going to take a while to get used to saying that), he thought back on the last six months. The chemo, the surgery, the drama. Between Derek, and the problems with Peyton, and Haley's pregnancy, it had all been insane and chaotic. He thought of Chance and the light she had brought to their lives, how she had really given Brooke something to fight for even when everything else was falling apart.

He kissed the brunette on the top of the head with a content, sleepy smile, closing his own eyes.

"I love you, Brooke Penelope Davis-Scott."

She mumbled in her sleep, stirring ever so slightly, and he grinned. This was yet another moment; everything had just changed.

That's the last chapter, my friends! Next up is an epilogue. I want to thank all of you for sticking with me to the very end. This is the longest thing I've ever written, and while it's disjointed and crazy, I've received nothing but warm support. I appreciate each and every review SO much, and I hope you continue to read anything else I might write in the future. Thanks again!