A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took like a week or so to get an update! But I am super excited now! Thank you to everyone to read and reviewed the last chapter. And big thanks to Morgan! Once again, this chapter wouldn't have been written without her help! And I do have to let you know that this chapter is kind of short. It's more of a fluff/filler chapter to set you up for what's happening in the next chapter! Which I will probably post tomorrow b/c I'm so excited for it!

Friday Night:

"Brooke! Please stop whining!" Peyton shouted. They had just left the house, driving to the Scott beach house. Peyton was sure the party was already in full swing since Brooke took so long to get ready. Nathan had wanted to show up together but Brooke had insisted on following their Friday night tradition. She then spent two hours comparing and scrutinizing every outfit. She finally decided on a pair of skinny jeans, a loose black halter, and her black ballet flats, completing the look with one of Peyton's many black leather jackets.

"I'm sorry! But this I the first high school party I've ever been to where I can't drink!" Brooke pouted.

"Yeah, but look at it this way; now you can make fun of us while we get trashed!" Peyton laughed, turning onto the beach house street. She smiled as she pulled into her "reserved" parking spot, behind Nathan and Tm on the driveway.

It felt like déjà vu to Brooke and Peyton. They walked into the house and immediately saw Tim and Skills holding Nathan by the legs in a keg stand. They patiently waited for him to finish. When he was finally upright, he smiled brightly, saying,

"My two favorite girls!" before adding, "And my favorite baby!"

Brooke laughed as he leaned down and placed a kiss on her belly. Peyton accepted the drink from Tim, rolling her eyes at the happy couple. They eventually wandered off to join the party.

One Hour Later:

Brooke and Haley were currently acting as "referee" while Mouth, Tim, Skills, and Bevin battled Lucas, Theresa, Junk, and Fergie at Flippy Cup; one of many drinking games they knew. Peyton dismissed herself from the action when she noticed Nathan walking outside alone.

"Hey Natey! Enjoying the party?" she questioned, joining him on the dock further away from the house.

"Yeah! Brooke seems to be having fun so that's all that matters!" he smiled.

"You know, I'm really proud of you. You really stepped up for Brooke!" she complimented, taking a sip from her beer.

"Thanks! In the end, I just knew I needed her in my life!" he told her.

"Nate, look, I want to apologize for the way I acted," she said as Nathan cut her off.

"Peyt, don't! It's okay. I understand it all now," he replied.

"No, I don't think you do! I feel like I need to explain everyone's reactions. We didn't mean to make it seem like we were taking sides! It's just; your first reaction was just so similar to Dan. And we didn't want you to walk away from Brooke like that. And you know how protective I am of Brooke! You know I would do anything for that girl! Although, I really am sorry about slapping you!" she added with a laugh.

"Peyton, I know! I already told you I understand! Now come on, let's go kick Tim and Luke's asses at Beer Pong!" he laughed, slinging an arm around her as they walked in silence back to the house.

Four Months Later:

Brooke and Nathan currently had Peyton's house to themselves. Tim's parents had taken a weekend trip to Charlotte, taking Tim and Peyton with them. Brooke, in her second trimester at twenty-one weeks, was blissfully happy. Especially with no more morning sickness. Nathan was getting more and more frustrated with Brooke's decision to keep the baby's sex a surprise. They were, however, planning to look for an apartment right after graduation and starting to think of baby names.

They were sprawled out on Brooke's bed, both holding baby name books, browsing through their options.

"What about Eli?" Brooke suggested.

"That sounds like an old man! What about Shelby?" Nathan asked. He was surprised to find himself wanting a girl more than a boy.

"Are we having a Southern Belle?" Brooke joked, "Oh! How about this for a boy; Jackson!"

"That'd be cool! I like it! How about Molly Erin for a girl?"

"Sounds kind of Irish. Molly Erin Scott? Actually, it's cute! I love it!" Brooke gushed.

"Awesome! We have names!" Nathan cheered.

"Oh my God! Nathan feel!" Brooke shouted, placing Nathan's hands on her belly. They were both feeling the baby kick for the first time. Overcome with joy, Nathan crushed his lips against Brooke's. Ten minutes later, they found themselves caught up in the heat of the moment.

Four Weeks Later:

Brooke lie in her bed after school, her brow creased with worry. Since the night her and Nathan first felt the baby kick, it seemed like it never stopped. Brooke loved when the baby would start kicking. She would grab the hand of anyone that was close by and place it on her stomach. But last night, as she lie down and waited for sleep to come, she noticed the stillness of the baby. Normally, night time was when it was most active. She tried not to worry, blaming it on something she ate. Placing her hand on her belly, she gently pushed, trying to coax the baby into moving.

Unfortunately, nothing happened. As Brooke started to cry herself to sleep, she made a deal with herself. She would give it one more day. If they baby didn't start moving day after tomorrow, she would tell someone.