The memories always seem to cloud his dreams, taking over his mind and making him lose control. He was afraid of these memories because that's what they are. Moments that you've had with person you've loved, in the back of your mind and they are alive in that moment. They are dancing behind your eyelids and they fill your heart with joy. Then you wish they were here, but again, they are just memories and the people that you love are gone.
Lucas slammed the box on the ground, trying to catch his breath. He looked at his old house, seeing it was exactly house he left it. He took in a deep breath, only smelling the cold air around him. He loved this house, every moment that he shared in the kitchen and in his room. This is where the magic happened. Lucas heard a slight groan behind him, he quickly turned around to his pregnant wide-eyed wife carrying a heavy box inside the house. She looked up, catching his glance and had a guilty look on her face.
"Brooke, what are you doing?" Lucas walked towards her, quickly grabbing the box and placing it on the ground. She huffed, stretching her back out. She could have sworn that she heard something pop. She hated just sitting out there, watching Lucas walk in with boxes. She was getting bored with being pregnant.
"Well, were not going to get anything done with you walking into the house, dropping the box and looking around the house like you haven't seen it in ages." Brooke answered him. Lucas laughed, noticing that he was doing that every time he brought in a box. He was just so happy that he was back at home and they could raise their child together.
"Okay, I'll hurry up." Lucas kissed her stomach, she was getting bigger every second. Brooke loved the way that Lucas would kiss her stomach. Lucas walked back into the house, putting the boxes on the ground. Brooke placed her palms on her stomach, rocking a little. She couldn't wait to see her son. Lucas placed more boxes on the counter of the kitchen, he couldn't wait to unpack and make this his home again.
"We spent most of our teenage years here," Brooke looked around, chuckling a little. Lucas laughed, nodding. Brooke walked towards Lucas' bedroom. She traced her fingers against his door, seeing the line patterns on the door. "Mostly in your bedroom," Brooke kinked her eyebrow. She twisted the door open and watched as the door swung open and the room unfolded before her. The memories of them being here, rushed towards her like a train. "This is our home now." Brooke whispered, looking down at her stomach.
"To be honest with you, Brooke," Lucas stood behind Brooke, wrapping his arms around her stomach. They stared into Lucas' old room, remembering what happened here. "I always thought it would be Peyton and I here." Lucas started to say. Brooke turned around, punching him in his arm. They both laughed, Brooke wondered when Peyton would be here and help them unpack. She loved her best friend and wanted her to be here. She wanted to be there for every moment of her life. "But I knew in my heart that my life would be with you, Brooke. It was always you." Lucas said to her. Brooke smirked a little, liking how this conversation was going. Brooke turned back around, looking into Lucas' room. "I love you," Lucas said to her, kissing the top of her head.
"I love you too," Brooke said to him. She meant every word of it. "And to be honest with you, Lucas Scott," Brooke teased a little. "I always thought I would be with Nathan," Brooke walked towards the kitchen. Lucas narrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms.
"Wh-my brother Nathan or-" Lucas tried to ask her.
"Your brother Nathan," Brooke yelled back at him.
"You have to joking-you're joking right." Lucas raced in the kitchen.
Lucas quickly opened his eyes, hearing a high-pitched cry in another room. He groaned, he turned over and looked at his clock. It was four in the morning. The cry became louder. Lucas quickly stood up from the bed and walked into the nursery. He turned on the lamp beside the baby's crib, seeing his son laying on his back, crying. Lucas couldn't help but smile, he looked so much like Brooke. Lucas carefully picked up Davis, holding him tightly against his chest. Lucas quickly made a bottle. Lucas sat down in the rocking chair, holding onto Davis so tightly. He couldn't believe that Davis was here and he couldn't believe that he was doing this alone.
"Alright, Davis, let's read your mommies letters." Lucas started to open the envelope and unfolded the letter that was inside. He took in a deep breath, wondering what Brooke's beautiful words would take him today. "Yesterday your father, Lucas, proposed to me. I tell you, it was the best day of my life but it might have been his worst. It went terribly wrong but couldn't help but think it was absolutely perfect. He took me to the place where we first meet. In the school's parking lot in the back of his car. Don't ask him what I was doing there. Anyway, Lucas was a total wreck. He was shivering, covered in sweet and had this crazy fear in his eyes but I stood there, having my hands on my hips, my eyebrows raised and a smirk on my face...just to mess with him," Lucas mouth opened wide, shocked that Brooke did that on purpose. He laughed, he couldn't help but laugh. The look that she was giving him that night, made him think that she would say no to him. Lucas looked down at his son, noticing that he had this slight smile on his face. "Your mothers' pretty funny right?" Lucas asked Davis. Lucas continued to read. "He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said 'Will you Brooke Penelope Davis, do me the honor in being Brooke Penelope Davis Scott...or just leave me heart broken?' I never laughed so hard in my life. Before he said another word, I said yes. your father had this kind of...surprised look on his face. I'm surprised that he didn't ask Peyton, don't ask about her either. Later on, he tried to cook me dinner, which failed miserably but that just made me love him even more. Lucas would do the slightest things it would make me fall head over hills for him. He just had that effect on me. I love you, Lucas. Even when your a complete mess." Lucas laughed, he cleared his throat. "Love, Brooke." Lucas looked down at Davis, he was asleep. Lucas took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. "I love you too, Brooke."