A Day As Good As Green Apples

~ Here is where we are shown events that create our lives to be more enjoyable, more loving, more adventurous than anything we ever could have planned. (Marlise Karlin)

Brooke awoke to the ringing of the alarm on the nightstand, reaching over the empty spot beside her to turn it off. Despite the fact that the space beside her had been empty all night she smiled happily, falling back against her pillows with a squeal before jumping out of bed and opening the blinds to the sunlight. She looked out at the world: the sky a clear and beautiful blue, the leaves of the trees wafting from the slight breeze, and the sound of the birds singing all around her. Her hand wandered down to her protruding belly, rubbing her very active babies. Brooke suddenly felt as if she'd stepped into some movie land, as if the outside world reflected her happiness but maybe everyone felt that way on their wedding day.

She glanced at the clock, happy that in a few short hours she would be becoming Mrs. Lucas Scott. It seemed like this day would never come and now that it was here, she couldn't wait to walk down the aisle. She turned as she heard her cell phone began to ring, hopping back on the bed as she answered.

"Hey Pretty Girl," Lucas' voice rang through the phone. "I wanted to be the first one to wish you good morning today."

"You succeeded." She smiled into the phone, "Good morning yourself handsome."

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.

"I slept pretty well after Doodlebug and Sweetpea stopped partying or whatever they were doing in there," she said with a small yawn. "I think they missed you last night just as much as I did."

His chuckled softly into the receiver, "I missed you guys too."

"Good," she paused briefly. "But after today, we'll never have to spend a night apart again. I can't wait to marry you Lucas Scott."

"I can't wait to marry you either Brooke Davis," he replied. "I left a little something for your downstairs."

"Last night?" her brows scrunched up. "I didn't see anything."

"I left it this morning," he answered.

"You were here," she shouted before going into a ramble. "You didn't come in here and peek at me this morning did you because the last thing we need is bad luck on our wedding day? It's too late to change the date and…"

"Brooke, breathe." He laughed at her hysteria. "I had Nathan drop it off inside this morning, don't worry. Nothing's going to go wrong okay?"

"Okay," the brunette nodded even though he couldn't see her, her voice suddenly perking up. "I can't wait to see what it is." She stood up and began making her way downstairs just as the doorbell rung. "It looks like someone's here too."

"It must be your reinforcements," you could hear the smile in his voice. "I'll let you get ready. I love you."

"I love you too," she replied before hanging up the phone and heading to the door to answer it, revealing the blonde who she'd been calling her best friend since they were eight. "Peyton," she grinned widely.

"Hey B. Davis," she enveloped her friend in a hug. "Happy Wedding Day."

"I'm so excited," she pulled out of the embrace to let her in.

"I'm excited for you," Peyton smiled happily before looking over at the counter, seeing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "Nice roses."

Brooke looked behind her to find a dozen roses, one single red rose surrounded by a sea of white. She quickly walked towards them, breathing in the fragrance before taking out the card and reading it.

"You going to tell me what it says?" the blonde asked from behind her.

She turned around to meet her friend, biting the corner of her lip. "It isn't too weird?"

"Well a little especially since I still have feelings for Lucas," she looked up at her friend sadly, noticing the shock on her face. "I know I have the worst timing with stuff like this and…"

"Are you kidding me right now Peyton," her voice rose up an octave. "You're my maid of honor for god's sake…" she deadpanned when the blonde began to snicker before erupting into boisterous laughter. "You're kidding!"

"I'm sorry," she laughed, doubling over. "You're face," her emerald green looked towards the angry hazel orbs staring at her. "I'm sorry," she held her hands up in surrender. "I guess it's still too soon."

Brooke walked over to her and slapped her arm.

"Ow!" Peyton jumped back. "That actually hurt."

"You're lucky I'm not kicking your skinny little ass right now," she breathed in deeply, not able to contain the smile slowly creeping back on her face. "You almost made me go into labor."

"I'm sorry Brooke," She smiled. "It was a little funny though, wasn't it?" Peyton watched the brunette roll her eyes. "So, are you going to read it or what?"

"Nosey," she pouted before reading the small card. "The only constant I know is your love in a sea of unknown. I can't wait to be your husband. Always Only You, Love Lucas."

"That's beautiful," Peyton smiled just as the doorbell rung again. "I'll get it." She quickly went to open the door as Brooke inhaled the fragrance of her flowers once again. "Hello?" she looked at the woman in the doorway quizzically.

"Tammy," Brooke waved her in. "Hey!"

"David sent me to be here for you while you're getting ready and he will meet you at the venue," Tammy said as she stepped inside. "So, is everyone here?"

"We are now," Rachel said as she came through the doorway followed by Haley and Millicent. "C'mere biotch," the red head embraced Brooke. "I can't believe it's your wedding day." She smiled widely as she let go of her.

"Congratulations," Haley said, embracing the bride to be as well.

"Congratulations boss," Millicent said before hugging her too.

"Now we're ready," Brooke said as she smiled her famous dimpled smile, lighting up the whole room.

Lucas stood in front of the mirror, trying to adjust his tie. He couldn't believe the moment had come so fast. He and Brooke had been through so much, still it seemed like yesterday when he found her in the backseat of his car or had driven her home after they watched over Peyton, seeing her in a whole different light; how he'd discovered there was so much more to Brooke Davis than met the eye. She was an anomaly: fierce but reserved, outgoing but shy, tough but vulnerable. Those who were gifted with the chance to really know her could see that she had two completely different sides to her but they were each as amazing as the other and Lucas felt honored that he would now get to spend his life with her.

"You need some help there older brother?" Nathan looked over at him from where all the groomsmen were standing.

"I think I can handle it," he shook his head while his friends laughed.

"Hello," there was a light tap on the door as it open. "May I come in?"

"Mom," Lucas beamed as she came inside. "Hey," he quickly embraced her.

"Hello boys," she said warmly, looking at the men she'd watched grow up from children. "Do you mind if I steal a few minutes with the groom?"

"No problem Karen," Nathan nodded as he, Skills, Mouth, and Junk stepped outside the tent.

"How's it going my boy," she smiled as they released each other before reaching up to straighten his tie.

He took a deep breath, unsure of how to put it into words. "I just can't wait to marry her mom."

"I know for a fact the feeling is mutual," she replied. "I just came from seeing her; Lily's with the girls now."

"Is it just them?" Lucas asked.

Karen nodded. "Yes; why?"

He let out a shaky breath before rubbing his neck out of habit. "I just thought…" he shook his head. "I called Brooke's dad; he was in Europe but he told me he'd make it here to walk her down the aisle; I even had Millicent helping me." Lucas paused briefly, "I just thought that with everything that happened with her mom, it would be good if at least one member of her family was here for her."

"I'm sure she appreciates that but her family already is here Luke," she replied. "You remember what happened after the tornado when she was in that hospital and the doctors wouldn't tell you all what was going on with her, you and Peyton told that doctor that you were her family because you are. We all are and we're here and we love her. Would it be nice for her father to come, of course but if not, Brooke will be surrounded by family that loves her."

"You always know the right thing to say," he replied, looking up at her. "If I haven't said it enough mom, thank you. You stood by me and loved me and you never let me down. I am proud to be your son and I know if I can be half the parent that you are, then my kids are going to be just fine."

"I have no doubt my boy," she touched his cheek warmly before leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I am so proud of you."

"Thanks ma'," the uncharacteristically non-brooder replied with a bright smile. "I love you."

"I love you too son," she smiled before exiting.

"Would you hold still?" Rachel huffed. "Jeez, it's only like for thirty seconds."

"I can't believe I am letting you put his on me," Brooke rolled her eyes.

"It's your something blue and it's unique," the red head countered. "Besides, no one's really going to see it on the inside of your wrist and if they do so what."

"It's a tattoo," Brooke shook her head.

"A temporary tattoo and it's a blue heart," she said before slipping off the saturated backing and blowing on Brooke's wrist. "Plus it was my idea and there's even a little L and B in there. I got it customized just for you." She arched a brow at her friend. "Admit it, it's cute."

"Fine Rach," she shook her head with a smile. "It's cute and I love it, thank you tramp."

"You're welcome slut," she smiled.

"Well now that that's over," Haley stepped forward. "I have your something borrowed." She handed her a dark velvet jewelry box.

Brooke slowly opened up the lid, revealing a simple but elegant gold chain necklace that came to a V and drooped down, a teardrop pearl hanging from the end. "Oh Hales," she looked up at her friend. "It's beautiful."

"Thanks," Haley smiled at her friend warmly, recalling memories of her own wedding. "I wore that to my first wedding to Nathan, on the beach like yours is today. Me and Nate have been through a lot but we've only gotten stronger and that's what I wish for you and Lucas."

"Aww Hales, you're going to make me cry and we don't have time to redo the makeup." Brooke starting waving her hands in front of her eyes, smiling through the tears that were trying to form. "I'd be honored to wear this Haley, thank you."

"Here," Haley motioned for her to lift up her hair as she lifted the necklace out of the box and clasped it around the bride-to-be's neck. "Beautiful," she smiled.

"And finally your something new," Peyton shot the white and red garter belt to her like a rubber band.

"Thanks Peyt," Brooke laughed as she stood up and put her leg on the table, trying to balance as she pushed it up her leg and feeling several arms holding her from behind to steady her. "We probably should've thought about my balancing act of trying to put this on after the dress," she huffed as she finally got it to her thigh. "Doodlebug and Sweetpea have my balance all off." She sighed as she stood up straight, resting her hands on her stomach. "So I've got my new, borrowed, blue… we're just missing the old."

"About that," Millicent started. "I thought I had it but…"

"It's a little late," a male voice said from the doorway. "Sorry, my plane was delayed," he turned to the relieved assistant before facing the bride. "You look just like an angel."

"Daddy!" Brooke squealed before rushing over to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Hey princess," he smiled as he kissed the top of her head before pulling back to look at her. "My goodness, you look so beautiful; so radiant."

"What are you doing here?" she looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Your fiancé and friend there," he nodded his head towards Millicent, "thought it would be a good surprise."

"It is," she nodded happily.

"I have something for you," he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small satin bag, dropping the contents into her hand, "your something old." It was a French Neo-Renaissance Antique bracelet in gold, with a cameo in the center of an elegant Renaissance lady. The cameo was surrounded by a twisted frame of black and white enamel with ruby accents. There were four small princess cut blue sapphires and two seed pearls adorning the top of the bracelet and openwork Italianate scrolls decorated in white, black and gold enamel. "It was my mother's and before that her mother's and so on," he explained.

Brooke in took a breath as she looked at the intricate bracelet. "It's breathtaking… I don't know what to say."

He took it out of the palm on her hand before attaching it to her wrist just as there was a knock at the door.

"We're ready for you," David came in with a smile on his face before gasping out loud. "You look amazing; darling, you are stunning!"

"Thank you David," she stepped away from her father momentarily to give her wedding planner extraordinaire a kiss on the cheek before turning to everyone else. "Can you guys just give me and my father a moment; I'll be right there."

They all nodded before filing out of the room.

"He is right," Richard replied as he took in his daughter's appearance once more. "You are stunning." He smiled. "My little girl grew up while I wasn't looking." He looked down at her stomach. "And now you're having kids of your own." He shook his head. "I am sorry Brooke; I should have been there for you more than just handing you credit cards, especially after what happened. I wanted to go to the hospital but I just didn't…"

"Let's not talk about that now," she shook her head. "It's my wedding day and you're here and you're my father; right now, that's all that counts."

"I love you my sweetheart," he wrapped his arms around his daughter.

"I love you too Daddy," she said before waving her hands in front of her face again and pouting. "Stupid hormones making me cry all the time."

Richard laughed as he took out a handkerchief and dabbed under her eyes. "Good as new," he smiled. "So, you ready to get this show on the road?"

Brooke nodded happily, her dimples in full effect. "Oh yeah, I'm ready."

Lucas stood under that canopy, listening to the sounds of the waves behind him as Christopher Beck's Close Your Eyes was played softly by the harpist to the left of him. The sky was a beautifully clear blue as the sun shined brightly, peeking out from behind a cloud. There was a light breeze that carried the smell of fresh saltwater in the air, the deep crimson and platinum material that wound around the canopy moving with the wind.

He looked out into the sea of faces as the music slowly changed to the Somewhere In Time theme. His little sister and Jamie were the first ones out, Lily scattering her white rose petals amongst the red and melon ones that already covered the walkway as his nephew held tightly to the plush pillow. Next was Millicent in a deep red satin dress with spaghetti straps that came to mid-thigh with a tulle platinum peach belt, escorted by Mouth. When they came to the end of the aisle, Mouth veered right while Millicent went to the left to take their separate positions.

Next down the aisle was Junk in his black tux, Rachel's arm hooked in his as they walked down the aisle together. Her dress was in the same fashion as Millicent's except it was strapless. Once they took their positions on either side of the canopy, the red head looked out into the crowd for Owen and her daughter, giving them a quick wink once she did.

Haley and Skills were next in line, her in her spaghetti strap dress and him in his tuxedo as they moved down the aisle with a slight bounce in their step before the best man and maid of honor finally came down the aisle. Peyton's halter satin dress was in platinum peach and adorned with a deep red tulle belt. She smiled widely as she passed Jake and Jenny while Nathan's eyes were trained solely on his wife until they each took their separate spots closest to where the groom and the bride soon would be standing.

The music changed once again as the harpist began to play Looking Through The Eyes Of Love as Brooke and her father came down the wooden stairs to the beach below, pausing as they came to the flower adorned arc at the beginning of the aisle.

Her strapless white chiffon gown was adorned with a crimson empire ribbon, flowing down into a beautiful A line skirt; the hem of the skirt featuring a horizontal band in the same crimson as the ribbon. The front and back bodice were embellished with tiny Swarovski Crystals and bugle beads, as well as being scattered from mid skirt to above the crimson hem in a wave like pattern. The guests all stood, their eyes all looking at her but hers trained solely on her husband to be. She looked down at her bouquet momentarily, Diva Maria Calla Lilies adorned with Mini-Calla Lilies in cranberry/pink, before squeezing her father's arm with her own in a signal that she was ready.

Walking the few feet to him seemed to take forever as she tried to match the music and not look too over zealous to get to the alter. She smiled brightly as her father shook Lucas' hand and then placed her hand in his, signaling the passing of the torch so to speak.

"Friends, we are gathered here today to join Lucas Eugene Scott and Brooke Penelope Davis in marriage," the Officiate began, "as they promise to face the future together, accepting whatever may lie ahead." He paused briefly. "We start today with two readings, as we invite Haley and Marvin to share the excerpts they have chosen to describe the love shared between Lucas and Brooke."

Haley and Mouth both made their way to the right side, the petite brunette starting first as the bride and groom turned to look at them along with the guests. "A Gift From The Sea by Anne Morrow Lindberg." She paused briefly. "Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. For, in fact man and woman are not only looking outward in the same direction; they are working outward. Here one forms ties, roots, a firm base. Here one makes oneself part of the community of men, of human society." She glanced at her husband briefly before her eyes refocused on the couple. "Here the bonds of marriage are formed. For marriage, which is always spoken of as a bond, becomes actually, in this stage, many bonds, many strands, of different texture and strength, making up a web that is taut and firm. The web is fashioned of love. Yes, many kinds of love: romantic love first, then a slow—growing devotion and playing these through, a constantly rippling companionship. It is made of loyalties, and interdependencies, and shared experiences. It is woven of memories of meetings and conflicts; of triumphs and disappointments. It is a web of communication, a common language, and the acceptance of lack of language, too; a knowledge of likes and dislikes, of habits and reactions, both physical and mental. It is a web of instincts and intuitions, and known and unknown exchanges. The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward and working outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself." She watched as both the blonde and brunette smiled gratefully at her words.

"How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning," Mouth started his reading. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right." His eyes shifted to Millicent before returning to the smiling faces of Brooke and Lucas. "I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." He nodded towards the couple before he and Haley both moved to their separate positions.

"Lucas and Brooke," the Officiate continued his portion of the ceremony. "The vows you are about to take are not to be taken without careful thought and consideration; for in them you are committing yourselves exclusively to each other for as long as you both shall live. Nothing is easier than saying words and nothing harder than living them day after day. What you promise today must be renewed and re-decided tomorrow. At the end of this ceremony legally you will be man and wife, but you still must decide each day that stretches out before you, that you want to be married." He paused briefly. "Real love is something beyond the warmth and glow, the excitement and romance of being deeply in love. It is caring as much about the welfare and happiness of your partner as about your own. But real love is not total absorption in each other; it is looking outward in the same direction, together. Love makes burdens lighter, because you divide them. It makes joys more intense because you share them. It is what gives life purpose." He looked up at the guests. "Lucas and Brooke have decided to recite vows of their own." He looked to the blonde, motioning to him. "Lucas…"

"Brooke," his blue orbs met her hazel green, "my Pretty Girl, my Cheery, my world. You have come into my life like a shooting star: brilliant, beautiful, radiant. You are my comet and you have brought such light to my life." He paused briefly. "As a writer, I am supposed to be great with words but most of the time you leave me speechless. I didn't know then when you first showed up in the backseat of my car that it was you that would change everything; that you were my defining moment. I didn't really understand how someone could complete another person until you and I could go on all night listing the reasons that I love you but I'd rather show you, each and everyday for the rest of my life. You once asked me to save you from it all but it was you who saved me and I am so grateful that you did. I vow to you today in front of everyone that we care about that I will love you with everything I am forever; always, only you."

Her eyes began to water with tears of happiness. "Lucas, you did save me from it all. Before I met you, I was so lost but you found me and showed me what love could really be like." She paused, breathing in deeply as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I still remember the speech you never got to give: remember tonight for it is the beginning of always and how the ceremony was just an announcement to the world of feelings long held; promises made long ago in the sacred space of hearts. That is what this is because I have loved you with every breath I have taken since you really looked in my eyes and saw me for who I was inside." She smiled through blurry tears, seeing his eyes tearing up as well. "You are my soulmate and I vow to you in front of everyone that we care about that I will love you from the bottom of my heart and the depth of my soul forever... always, only you."

"The two outside candles on the table have been lighted to represent your lives up to this moment. They are two distinct lights, each capable of going their separate ways and therefore there must be the merging of these two lights into one light," the pastor explained. "The Lord said, "On this account a man shall leave his father and mother, and be joined to his wife, and the two shall be one flesh." From now on, your thoughts shall be for each other, rather than for your individual selves." He halted in his words as Brooke and Lucas walked to the table at the back of the canopy, each taking off the glass lamp that was blocking the individual flames from the wind. "Your plans shall be mutual, your joys and sorrows shall be shared. As you each take a candle, and together light the center one," he paused as they demonstrated, "and extinguish your own candles, you will be letting the center candle represent the union of your lives into one flesh. As this one light cannot be divided, neither shall your lives be. May the radiance of this one light be a testimony of the unity in your marriage."

Brooke and Lucas both blew out their individual flames before taking the larger glass lamp and covering their unity candle together, taking each other's hands as they returned to their spot.

"And now the rings," the Officiate spoke once again. "A ring is a fitting symbol to represent the covenant you are making together. "The gold is to remind you of the purity of your relationship while the circle, which has no beginning or end, reminds you that your love, devotion, and commitment to one another are to be unending. Lucas," he watched as Nathan handed the groom the ring. "Please take your bride's hand and place the ring on her finger."

"I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion," Lucas said as he placed the ring on her slightly shaking hand. "Let this ring encircle your finger as my love encircles you." He looked up into her eyes. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"Brooke," the pastor turned towards the brunette, "please take Lucas' hand and place the ring on his finger."

She took his hand as she began to slip it on his finger. "Please take this ring as a symbol of my love and devotion, let this ring encircle your finger as my love encircles you." Brooke bit the corner of her lip as her orbs met his once again. "With this ring, I thee wed."

"In as much as you have each pledged your commitment, love, and devotion to the other and by the powers invested in me by the state of North Carolina, I know pronounce you husband and wife," he replied. "Lucas, you may now kiss your bride."

Brooke's arm were around his neck almost instantaneously as his lips glided over hers smoothly and the crowd behind them erupted in cheers and clapping. They were both consciously aware of the others in the room momentarily but as their kiss deepened, the rest of the world fell away, leaving only the cheery brunette and the brooding blonde, and the fact that they were now Mr. and Mrs. Scott.

The reception was held at the Tree Hill Country Club. The tables were lined with white linens, gold plated charges, and red napkins. Each plate also adorned a natural shell etched with the phrase "Our love shell last forever" along with the word Brucas painted on it with the date underneath as a keepsake for the guests. The centerpieces were on a beaded overlay, the tall crystal candelabras filled with hydrangea, calla lilies, and roses in shades of red, white, pink, and cream. Pillar candles stood high off of the candelabras while crystal and small iridescent shells hung down from it.

Brooke and Lucas shared an ardent kiss as the tinkling of the glasses was heard around the room before they separated to gaze lovingly at each other.

He took a sip of his drink before looking over at his new wife, watching as her face scrunched up in pain. "Hey Brooke, are you alright?'

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's just a little Braxton Hicks, it's been happening off and on all day today."

He splayed his hand across her extended abdomen. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah they feel the same as a couple days ago when we went to the hospital," she tilted her head at him. "You heard the doctor."

"I know," he replied. "I just can't help but worry."

"I know and I love you for it," she cupped his cheek gently before leaning over to kiss him once again.

"Okay, okay," Nathan stood up from his seat, smiling at the happy couple as they turned towards him. "My name's Nathan Scott and I'm the best men." He laughed as the crowd roared out a "hi Nathan" like an AA meeting. "I'd just like to start this speech off with it's about time." He paused as everyone clapped. "Now it's no secret that Lucas and I weren't exactly the best of friends or real brothers for the better part of my life; in fact I've know Brooke for lot longer but it was my lovely wife Haley who brought us together and showed me how to recognize love and I did with the two of them. Years ago I told my brother that his heart was going to always be flawed if he didn't show her how he felt and it's good to see he's finally taken my advice. Brooke, you make my brother's heart whole and I am thankful to you for that and I'm also thankful to my brother for making one of my oldest friends my sister. I love you both." He held up his champagne flute, "To Brooke and Lucas."

"To Brooke and Lucas," the guests yelled in unison before drinking from their glasses.

Lucas nodded in smiling appreciation towards his little brother as Brooke threw a kiss towards him with both of her hands.

"And now you are both wanted on the dance floor," Nathan replied before watching them stand up.

"I give you Mr. and Mrs. Lucas Scott dancing their first dance as husband and wife," the DJ announced before Chantal Kreviazuk's Green Apples began to play.

"Mrs. Scott," Lucas held his hand out to her in the middle of the dance floor, the spotlight shinning on them.

"Mrs. Davis-Scott," she said as she put her hand in his before spinning into his embrace. "I'm hyphenating," she smiled brightly up at him.

You're toast and jam
And you're cotton candy
You're double rainbows
Beside a setting sun
You're wood burnin' outside
There's a fire growin'
You're sweet as green apples
You must be the one…

"I love you so much Pretty Girl," he replied as they glided around the floor, their eyes locked in a dance of their own.

"I love you," she breathed out deeply, her movements halting for a second before she continued their dance.

"You okay?" his eyes searched her face in concern.

"I'm perfect Luke," she replied. "I guess they're back, the fake contractions."

"That's pretty close together." He reached up to cup her face. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yes," she sighed in contentment. "Your children are just very active today," she breathed in deeply. "They must know mommy and daddy tied the knot, they probably agree with Nate."

"It is long overdue," he kissed her lips softly before puling her closer, breathing in the fruity smell of her shampoo before singing along softly in her ear to the words of their song. "You're sweet as green apples, you must be the one."

"Eh Luke," she stopped mid-dance once again. "You remember when I said it was just Braxton Hick's again."

"Yeah?" his blue eyes met her wide hazel green.

"I think I was wrong," she looked down at herself, breathing deeply and clutching her stomach before she looked back up at his concerned face.

"Brooke," he held onto her tightly.

"I think my water just broke," she shrugged with a wirily smile as she nervously bit the corner of her lip.

Sweet as green apples
You must be the one…

Marlise Karlin wrote, "I have grown to love the unexpected... for in it is the miraculous. Here is where we are shown events that create our lives to be more enjoyable, more loving, more adventurous than anything we ever could have planned. Why do we think we know when we let go and trust the mundane of life becomes the profound... leave your concepts at the door of fate; open your arms. Today… is a good day."