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26: That's Good, That's Bad

"Charlotte?"

"Nah, Britney."

"No way – that's a very common name, and I don't want to name her after Britney Spears."

"Michelle?"

"Oh! Carla."

"What about Trinity?"

Brooke looked at Dean with her mouth slightly hanging open. Her husband could be really unexpected sometimes.

Dean looked at his wife seriously. "Matrix is an awesome movie." When Brooke continued to stare at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, Dean shrugged. "Fine. Jennifer."

"Seriously, Dean?" Brooke looked at her husband with narrowed eyes. "I told you I don't want to name our baby with a very common name. Plus, it doesn't go well with Marie."

Dean and Brooke had been at it for almost an hour, trying to think of a name for their daughter. The only thing that they agreed on was that their daughter's middle name would be Marie, after Dean's mother, Mary. Brooke was the one who suggested it because she knew how important Mary was to Dean, and Dean was undeniably grateful for that.

"Okay, what about Sophia?" Dean offered.

"That's actually a good one," Brooke replied. "But let's think of another name." Brooke pursed her lips as she looked away from her husband, who was sitting beside her, and tried to think of a name once again. "Dianna?"

Dean's brow went up as he considered the new name. "It's nice, but I don't like it. I like Penelope."

"Ha ha," Brooke laughed mockingly.

Dean met her gaze and looked at her like he was trying to show her that he was serious.

"No kidding?" Brooke asked as she saw the look on Dean's face. "You really like my middle name?"

He nodded.

"Well, I don't," she said with a chuckle. That was when it hit her. "Ava," she murmured.

It took Dean a brief moment before he answered, "Short and simple. How'd you come up with that?"

A smile graced Brooke's face. "When I was a kid, I always adored Ava Gardner. My dad used to tell me that I was like her in some way – the dark hair, fair skin, and plump lips and green eyes."

Dean looked at Brooke and smiled. He brushed away a stray strand of her hair from her face with his free hand. "I like it," he said. "So we're settled?"

Brooke shook her head. "I'm kind of torn between Sophia and Ava."

Dean wrapped his arm around Brooke's shoulder and let her rest her head on his shoulder. "Well, we still have a few months to decide."

One blissful month had passed since their very first ultrasound. A few days after their first ultrasound, the two of them raided almost every furniture and decor shops to find all the things that Brooke wanted for their house in Tree Hill. A couple of weeks after their shopping galore, they left New York and they had been living in Tree Hill since then. The house was now fully furnished, including the nursery.

"Babe..." Dean murmured.

"Hmm?"

"What if I don't make a good father?"

Brooke sat up straight and looked intently at her husband. "What makes you ask that?" Surely, Dean didn't think of himself as an irresponsible person anymore, right?

"I don't know..." He sighed. "I... I don't know a thing about babies and how to take care of them. And what if I make bad decisions? The only thing I'm good at is flirting and fixing cars. How am I supposed to take care of-"

Brooke silenced Dean by caressing his cheek. His worries only proved how scared he was about being a father. But it also meant that he wanted their baby to have the best the world has to offer. She looked deep into his hazel eyes and let out a small sweet smile. "You'll be a great father." When Dean opened his mouth to say something, Brooke shook her head as her smile grew bigger. "I know you'll be a great father, okay? I often catch you reading pregnancy and parenting sites, Dean. That's one proof."

"You do?" Dean asked; surprised that Brooke knew what he does whenever she wasn't looking. He never thought that he would do some research until the day he found out that they were going to have a baby girl. Though the obstetrician told them most of the information they needed, he still had the inkling to read pregnancy articles and stuff about babies inside a mother's womb. He was fascinated about the fact that by now, their baby's taste buds have started to form on the tongue and that the baby can already feel touch and suck its thumb.

The way Dean's face lit up with surprise made Brooke chuckle, her face glowing. "It's cute, you know. You – a macho dude who thinks nothing can touch him – reading baby stuff."

Dean frowned; he didn't like it when Brooke calls him cute – it made him feel like he was a stuffed toy made with everything nice, and he sure as hell wasn't. But they way she looked at him whenever she calls him that always made him forget that he didn't like being called cute.

The two of them spent the next moment silent, just enjoying each other's company. Brooke was still leaning on Dean's shoulder, and Dean's arm was still wrapped around her, and his other free hand was gently caressing her abdomen. Since they moved to Tree Hill, they often found themselves like this, close to each other and enjoying the mutual silence, both thinking of how great it was to have each other. A few seconds later, Dean started to hum to the tune of Seal's Kiss from a Rose.

And it was then, in that mutual silent moment that it happened. It was swift and hard and unlike any other times. Brooke was sure that she had just been kicked from the inside. It was not the first time she felt the baby move, although, usually when she felt the baby move it felt like a thousand little butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. This was the first actual kick that she experienced.

Brooke jumped a little at the sensation, startling Dean out of his reverie.

"Dean!" she squeaked.

Dean instantly sat up straight, a look of panic evident on his face. "What? Is the baby okay?"

Brooke grabbed his free hand and placed it on her abdomen, right at the spot where she felt the baby kick.

After a few seconds, nothing happened. Dean frowned. "Is there something I'm supposed to feel?"

"The baby just kicked," Brooke replied in a breathless manner.

Dean's face quickly lit up. He looked like a five year old kid watching a fireworks display. "Really? Her first kick?" And then his face fell. "I didn't even get to feel it."

"Why don't you try to rub my belly again?" Brooke suggested.

But just before Brooke could tell him that maybe he could get to feel her kick some other time, the baby started kicking up a storm.

"I can feel her!" he exclaimed.

The look on Dean's face was priceless.

ooooo

Peyton Sawyer knew how much she hurt Brooke's feelings, as well as Lucas'. After months of being away from them, she was somewhat able to realize her mistakes and think things through. Though she wanted to be away, she also wanted to be updated with what's going on in her friends' lives, so she called Mouth one day and asked him to tell her what's going on in Tree Hill and to not tell anyone that she was in contact with him. So she knew that Haley gave birth to James Lucas Scott a month ago and that Dean bought Brooke's old house.

The curly blond couldn't resist smiling when she saw the familiar red door. Her smile grew wider when she imagined Brooke to be the one to open the door. Dean did the right thing by buying Brooke's old house. Peyton took a deep breath as she climbed the porch and then she knocked on the red door.

The smile on Brooke's face as she opened the door was quickly wiped away when she saw the person who knocked. She didn't want to be rude or something; she just couldn't help but frown when she saw Peyton Sawyer standing right in front of her with an unsure look on her face.

"Peyton." It was the only thing Brooke could say. There were too many things that she wanted to ask and tell her ex-best friend, but now that Peyton was right in front of her, she couldn't think of anything to say.

"You look like you saw a ghost," Peyton said, trying to decrease the tension between the two of them. "Are you gonna let me in?"

Brooke managed to lift up one of the corners of her mouth into a lopsided smile. "Yeah, sure," she said as she opened the door wider to let Peyton in.

Peyton knew Brooke's house like the back of her hand. She had spent probably a thousand nights in that house before Brooke's parents sold it. "You did this all by yourself?" Peyton asked as she walked into the living room, amazed by the interior of the house.

"Yeah," Brooke replied.

Awkward silence followed. Brooke was staring at invisible wrinkles on her maternity dress while Peyton looked like she was trying hard to take in the whole interior of the house. Neither of them wanted to speak or ask first; it was painfully obvious.

It took Peyton two whole minutes to pluck up the courage she needed to talk to Brooke. "The house is nice," she said, unsure of what to tell the brunette who was standing awkwardly a foot away from her. "Where's Dean?"

Brooke automatically placed her hand on her now-obvious baby belly as she felt her baby girl kick and gently rubbed the spot where her baby kicked. "He's out looking for a job."

A small smirk tugged on the corner of Peyton's lips. "I thought he'd support you by using his father's money."

The brunette didn't know how to take what Peyton said, so she shrugged it off. "What're you doing here, Peyton?"

"Is it bad to visit an old friend?" Peyton responded.

"Obviously, you came here to talk." Brooke sat on her favourite living chair and looked intently at Peyton, with one brow raised. "Do you want to continue talking awkwardly about how nice my house is or are you going to tell me what you need to tell me?"

Peyton couldn't resist smirking wider. "I see you're still in touch with your bitchy side. I came here to talk to you."

Brooke scoffed. "You want to talk to me? After all you've done, Peyt?"

Peyton looked down and sighed; she knew this was coming. "Brooke..."

"You messed things up between Lucas and me. You didn't go to my wedding. You didn't call - no explanation. You just vanished. And now you suddenly appear?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Peyton looked intently at Brooke. "I'm sorry for all the things I've done."

Brooke squared her shoulders. "Why, Peyton? After all we've been through...why?"

"Because I had feelings for Luke. I was selfish, and I was stupid," Peyton admitted. She looked at Brooke, and at that moment, Brooke saw sincerity in her eyes.

"Why didn't you go to my wedding?"

Peyton looked down. "I was too scared to face you."

Brooke sighed and walked over towards Peyton and sat beside her. Although she was still somewhat mad at Peyton for sleeping with Lucas, she couldn't help but get softer after she saw how sincere Peyton was. Right then, she felt that it was time to put things in the past. After all, she patched things up with Lucas, and she now has Dean.

"Could you give me a second chance?" Peyton asked. "I really miss you, my best friend."

Brooke nodded once and then sighed. "I don't know if that term still applies to us, Peyt."

"I did a lot of selfish things, Brooke. I'm sorry for sleeping with Luke behind your back. I'm sorry for acting like what I did was right. I'm sorry for not attending your wedding without saying goodbye. I'm sorry for being too proud and that I let my pride get in the way of our friendship. I'm sorry for a lot of things."

If there was one thing Peyton was uncomfortable doing, it was saying she's sorry. Brooke could see how uncomfortable Peyton was, but she could also see how sincere the curly blond was. "It's nice to hear you're sorry. But just because I'm accepting your apology doesn't mean we'll be back to being BFFs or something," Brooke said, still looking intently at Peyton.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear," Peyton said with a small smile. "I know it'll be hard to fix the fat crack on our friendship. But I really want you to know how sorry I am."

"That's nice to hear," Brooke replied with her own small smile. "Now, tell me where you've been."

Peyton felt relieved. It was like a huge burden was taken off of her chest. She had thought every possible scenario that might take place during her visit to Brooke, and she was glad that Brooke accepted her apology and didn't kick her out of the house. "Savannah," she replied simply.

Brooke kinked an eyebrow. "Isn't that where Jake lives?"

Peyton nodded. "He got full custody of Jenny. He's running his own bar now."

"You lived with Jake and Jenny?" Brooke's interest had spiked up. After sleeping with Lucas and all the troubles she had caused, she left to be with Jake Jagielski?

"Yeah, but not in a romantic whatever kind of way," Peyton replied, as if reading Brooke's mind. "I wouldn't involve myself romantically with Jake after what I did."

Brooke narrowed her eyes at Peyton. "Then why did you go there?"

Peyton let out a chuckle. She couldn't blame Brooke for asking questions and looking at her like she's saying a made-up story. "Jake's the only person I could think of running to. You know my brother's unavailable most of the time. I'm lucky Jake's very welcome-y."

Brooke fought back a snort. "Of course he welcomed you with open arms; you two have a past."

"Past is past, Brooke," Peyton said, somehow thankful that Brooke's tone is beginning to be friendly.

"Whatever, Peyt. I know you." Before Peyton could react to what Brooke said, the brunette quickly added, "How's Jenny?"

"You'll be shocked to see her," Peyton said as she grabbed a purse from the bag she was carrying. She then took out a small photo. "That's taken just a few weeks ago."

Brooke's eyes widened when she saw the photo. The little girl in the photo was far from the Little Jenny she last saw. "She's all grown up! Look at those dimples!"

"I know," Peyton cooed. "Although she's just a kid, Jake's already worried about Jenny going through adolescence."

Brooke laughed and handed the photo back to Peyton. "It'd be nice to see the two of them sometime later."

"If you want, I could bring them along after you give birth." There was a certain spark that could be seen in Peyton's eyes. Right then, Brooke knew that there is going to be a 'Jake and Peyton' in the near future.

"Of course, I'd be happy to see them," Brooke beamed.

Peyton grinned. "Now enough about me. What about you? You're six months pregnant, right?"

Brooke couldn't help but smile. She wouldn't deny it – she was glad to have Peyton back. Even though they weren't on full best friend mode, their reunion was enough for Brooke. She could tell that Peyton felt the same way too.

ooooo

Dean Winchester had been sitting inside his Impala for almost an hour, wondering how on Earth he allowed himself to go to Lucas Scott's house. The thought of talking to Lucas never crossed his mind; he only expected himself to say a very civil "Hey" to Lucas every once in a while, for Brooke's sake. So now, as he looked at the house in front of him, he began to count the reasons why he was waiting for Lucas Scott. He only found one reason: Keith Scott.

Lucas Scott drove back to his house as quick as possible right after he read a text message from his neighbor, saying that there was an Impala parked in front of his house. The first thought that came to his mind was that Brooke might be the one waiting inside the Impala. But then again, he knew he shouldn't get his hopes up; he should start to stop thinking about Brooke most of the time. His thoughts were interrupted when he rounded the corner and spotted the Impala. Right in front of it was Dean, with his back leaning against the car. He quickly parked his car behind Dean's and got out.

"Dean," was the only thing that escaped Luke's mouth.

"Lucas," Dean returned firmly. He was overwhelmed by a feeling he couldn't explain. A feeling that he felt whenever Brooke was with Lucas, only this time, Brooke was nowhere in sight.

Lucas shifted his weight to his right side awkwardly. "What're you doing here?"

"I came here to talk about your uncle's garage. Nathan told me that you're the caretaker of the business as of now."

"What about Keith's business?"

"I want to buy it – the garage."

Luke's eyes slightly bulged, but he quickly wiped the shock expression off of his face. "Why?"

"Me and Brooke are going to stay here for good and I need a job," Dean answered simply. He found it amusing that it wasn't that hard for him to talk to Lucas after all.

"Brooke and I," Lucas corrected.

"Whatever," Dean retorted. "I already talked to your uncle, and he's okay with me buying the garage. All I need is for him to sign the papers so I could buy the garage."

"You already talked to Keith?" Lucas suddenly wondered why Keith didn't bother to call him about Dean buying the garage.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I got his number from Nathan."

Lucas suddenly wondered why Nathan didn't tell him about Dean's proposition, either. He looked at Dean with a steady gaze as he considered what to do. Dean began to think that Lucas wouldn't give him the necessary papers.

"I'll get it," Lucas finally said. A few minutes later, he came back with a file envelope in his hands. "How's Brooke?"

Dean shrugged. "She's very pregnant."

There was an awkward silence for a moment before Lucas finally handed Dean the envelope. "Tell Brooke I said hi."

"Sure," Dean mumbled. "Uh, thanks," he said, lifting up the envelope for a few seconds.

Lucas nodded and watched as Dean got back to his car and then drove off. For some quite bothering reason, he got the feeling that his sort-of-civil relationship with Dean will grow some time soon.

ooooo

"So my brother's going to open a business," Sam said, repeating the information Brooke had just told him.

Brooke could imagine Sam scrunching his face with curiosity. "Uh-huh. That's what I said, yeah."

"You've done so much, Brooke. I mean, look at him. He's going to start a business and work!"

The brunette couldn't help but laugh. She could also hear Sam chuckling from the other end of the line. It had been two days since Peyton visited. Dean had gone out half an hour ago to do some stuff regarding his future garage, and Brooke was left with nothing to do, so she decided to call her brother-in-law. She definitely missed talking to Sam since she and Dean had been living in Tree Hill for quite some time now, not being able to visit New York because they were busy settling in their new house. And now that Dean's busy with his upcoming business, Brooke was sure it'll be a while before she'd get to see her tall friend.

"I was actually shocked when he told me that he'll look for a job," Brooke said with a small smile on her face, remembering the serious look on Dean's face when he told her that he wants to do something to support their family. "I almost choked on my spaghetti."

Sam laughed. "Dean's really grown so much. I'm really happy with the way he turned out because of this relationship."

"Me too," Brooke added. "And I'm happy that this arrangement turned out well. At first I felt like the arrangement was a curse. But now look at us."

"You're like the golden couple or something."Sam chuckled. "How's the baby, by the way?"

Brooke smiled. "We felt the baby's first kick a few days ago. Dean was so happy."

"Wow, that's great. Now I can't wait to see you. You'll let me feel the baby, right?" Sam chuckled. "Jo wants to see you, so we might visit within this month. She wants to see what you've done with the house."

"Speaking of Jo, how is she?"

Sam sighed. "She's kinda quiet these past few days. She had a fight with Ellen. Jo's dating this guy and Ellen's not happy about it."

"I'm glad I'm done through teenage life," Brooke said. "But then again, my mother didn't seem to care who I dated back then. Jo's lucky that Ellen's concerned. She'll appreciate her mom when she gets older. Have you seen the guy Jo's dating?"

"Nope," Sam replied. "But he's coming over to dinner this Friday, so we'll see. Oh!" Sam exclaimed; he sounded like an idea just popped in his mind. "Have I told you about Dad and Bobby's bet?"

"Bet about what?" Brooke's curiosity spiked up.

"They're betting on your baby's gender. Dad said he thinks the baby's a girl, while Bobby said it's a boy. They've been bickering about it for quite some time now, it's funny. I think they're really gonna spoil your child rotten. Now are you going to tell me the baby's gender?"

Brooke chuckled. "Nope, I'm still not telling you. Dean and I are keeping it a secret, Sammy. We both want to surprise you. "

"The wait is actually killing me," Sam said; he sounded like he was sort of embarrassed yet excited. "But Dad's the most excited one, I guess. Your baby's his first grandchild, and he's happy because that baby is the result of the arrangement he planned."

"I'm glad your dad is happy," Brooke replied. She then thought of how happy John would be once he finds out that they'll name their baby after his wife. "By the way, your brother wants to talk to your dad about the business. I think it's about the money Dean borrowed from your dad."

"Dad probably wouldn't let Dean pay. I heard him talking with Ellen last night; he said he gave the money to Dean, so Dean shouldn't pay him back."

Brooke smiled and then felt her baby kick. She placed her free hand on her baby bump and sighed. "That's nice of your father. He really helped us a lot, I don't know how to repay him."

"The baby is probably the best thing that would ever happen to him," Sam said.

The sound of the front door slamming shut made Brooke snap her head up. "Wait a sec," she told Sam. She quickly went downstairs to check it and saw Dean by the front door, carrying two paper bags. Brooke greeted him with a smile and pressed the phone back to her ear. "Still there?"

"Yeah," Sam replied. "What happened?"

Dean looked at Brooke with curiosity in his eyes as he followed her to the kitchen.

Brooke grabbed a bottle of apple juice from their fridge. "Dean's back. Wanna talk to him?"

Sam chuckled. "No, thanks. I think that's my cue to go."

Brooke chuckled in return. "Okay, tell everybody we said hi, okay?"

"Sure thing," Sam said and then he hung up.

The moment Brooke put the phone down, Dean asked, "Was that Sammy?"

Brooke nodded and walked over to her husband, who was emptying the bags he brought home. "Yeah. What're those for?" she asked, pointing to the cans of beer.

"I asked Nathan to drop by," he replied simply. When Brooke's brows furrowed, he smirked. "Game night, Babe."

"Oh, game night," Brooke repeated. "Who else are coming?"

Just when Dean was about to tell her that he invited Skills and Mouth as well, his phone began to ring. He quickly grabbed it from his jacket pocket and answered the call.

"Dean?"

He knew that voice – it was Rachel's – but there was something wrong with her voice. She sounded like she was crying or something. "What?"

"Please, help me," she croaked. "I'm at some godforsaken motel in Savannah. I think it's called Royal Motel or -."

"What-"

The line went dead before he could even finish his question. He looked at Brooke with a frown plastered on his face.

"What's wrong?" the brunette asked, already concerned when she saw the look on her husband's face.

Dean put his phone back on his jacket. "Game night's cancelled. Um, there's something wrong with-with Preston, a friend of mine. I gotta go."

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