"Hey B, we're back. Wait, what's wrong?" Lucas asked when he knocked and entered Brooke's bedroom to find her staring at the ceiling. Brooke instantly jolted out of her thoughts upon hearing Lucas' voice.
"Hey! Sorry, I was just thinking about work. The renovations in New York and Tree Hill are about to be finished. I should get in touch with Andy about California and the other cities he believes we should open stores in," she replied, sitting up straight on her bed.
"Yeah, that is great to hear," Lucas replied with an affectionate smile.
"Uhh, were Jamie and Sam helpful?" Brooke asked, steering the topic from her.
"Yeah, we finished packing and loading. I know the guy who bought Keith's auto shop. He lets me hang out there sometimes and I borrowed his truck so we could get all my stuff in one go. I got to be honest, it does feel strange to pack everything and close that house so suddenly, but on the flip side, I get to be around you and Jamie and Sam all the time!" he smiled.
"I can't imagine. I still feel really sorry that you have to do this," Brooke apologised.
"It's cool. Living with the kids trumps living alone any day. I mean, you know it," Lucas replied.
Brooke gave a genuine smile in response to that. It was true. Living with Jamie and Sam beat living alone any day. "Wow, I didn't even notice the time. I should get started on dinner, then we gotta get dressed and drop Jamie at your mother's before getting to Tric," Brooke said, her cloud of dark thoughts finally dispelling.
"Sam and Jamie are lugging boxes from the truck to the patio. I really worked them up. My mom shouldn't have any trouble putting Jamie down tonight," Lucas said with a cheeky wink.
"Sam really must want this badly if she is willing to do labour, that too with Jamie. Just how many 'What is that's' did Jamie ask Sam until she blew a fuse?" Brooke joked.
"We didn't make it past 4, but baby steps," Lucas replied with a chuckle. "There may also have been threats about locking a certain 3-year-old in the backseat of the car, but those threats were immediately neutered with some stern warnings about working together or finding me at school walking her to all her classes and telling every teacher to take extra special care of my little girl."
"Oh my God! You're embarrassing! Who knew Lucas Scott could play embarrassing dad!" Brooke remarked, impressed and surprised at how he had embraced being a dad to a teenager at 21 years.
"I aim to please," he said with an unflattering curtsey. "I just came up to check on you and let you know that we had returned. I should go help them get the luggage out. Between you and me, Jamie is only useful for cuteness, kid can't lift anything."
"Stop bullying my baby!" Brooke replied humorously and began walking down the steps.
"Kids, Lucas can do the rest himself. Relax and have a snack while I get started on dinner," Brooke called out to them with a smirk of her own as Lucas rolled his eyes that his free labour was gone. "Enjoy moving in, Dad of the Year!" Brooke patted his chest and smirked as the famished kids rushed indoors.
Lucas finished getting his boxes in while Brooke cooked. They ate dinner as a family and got ready to leave. Brooke put on a grey one shoulder top that she had sewn and a pair of black pants. She wore a pair of black heels and added matching grey earrings to complete the look. Lucas' words echoed in her mind as she slipped on her engagement ring. She didn't like the idea of wearing it in front of Karen or Peyton at all, but Lucas had just moved in for her, the least she could do was respect her end of the deal.
"Okay, Jamie, time to go. Lilly and Grandma Karen are waiting," Brooke said, entering the kid's room to find him playing with his bunny. Lucas had got him the best present. Her kid was finally getting everything he had always wanted. Now only if she found a magic fix to her fears of looking behind her shoulder as she turned every corner, she could really be happy.
"I'll be down in two minutes," he replied and proceeded to put Chester back in his cage. Brooke was satisfied and moved to Sam's room. She knocked on the door and let herself in. Sam was standing in front of her mirror putting on some eyeliner. "Hey baby, we are heading out. When are you going? This seems to be a very tight plan," she asked.
"Yeah, I'll leave in a bit. My friends will call me," she replied.
"You never told me the names of these friends," Brooke asked, narrowing her eyes at Sam.
"It's just a random bunch of people, there is Susan and Jack and Sarah," Sam made up names on the fly. "It's all too new Brooke, I don't know."
"Okay, do you want to get dropped off somewhere? Lucas and I can drop you and meet Susan and Jack and Sarah," Brooke said, going into mother mode.
"Yeah, because having a dad who overshadows me in school isn't enough! Please can you just let me be cool?" Sam begged.
"Alright, text me when you are back home and someone better drop you back. I don't want you wandering alone at night. Tree Hill is great, but it has psycho stalkers too! And it better be kid friendly fun," she instructed.
"Scout's honour," Sam lied. Brooke narrowed her eyes to find the lie, but couldn't. So, she walked out, dodging Lucas' boxes that were all around the living room.
"Sam is set?" Lucas asked.
"Looks like it," she replied as Jamie bounded down the stairs and they headed out.
Lucas and Brooke dropped Jamie off and began driving to Tric. It was probably the first time that they had been in a car together without the kids present. Brooke felt so awkward as she bit her lip, trying to understand what to do with the awkward silence.
"You look nice," Lucas said to her to ease the tension that had clearly settled in the car.
"Oh, thanks," she replied sheepishly, playing with her hair to settle it.
"So, this will be the first time since we were at the River Court the night of the graduation that we will all be together," Brooke said.
"Yeah, I watched as our names faded from the tarmac. I missed you everyday, B," Lucas said to her, looking at her from the corner of his eyes to see her reaction.
She blushed before awkwardly replying, "I did too. More than you can ever imagine." Her voice croaked as she strained to get the words out, the words that seemed so simple but held so much emotion within them.
The rest of their ride was fairly silent, neither of them knowing what to talk about to each other.
"Hii guys!" Brooke greeted cheerily as she walked in to find most of their friends already there. "Sorry, we had to first go all the way to Andy's to drop Jamie with him and Karen."
"It's alright, we just got here," Peyton replied for them, her eyes falling on the sparkling rock that Brooke had on her dainty finger. Brooke immediately caught Peyton eyeing the ring and dropped her hand down, folding it behind her back.
"Nathan really couldn't stay?" Brooke asked Haley instead to not make her actions look that awkward and defined. She needed a drink, and quickly.
"No, he wanted to stay, I mean, when was the last time all of us were together?" Haley asked, reciprocating everyone's feelings. "But, he had a really early morning training session."
Brooke quickly nodded her head and proceeded towards the bar. "Hey, what's the strongest drink you have?" she asked, her eyes setting on Julian whose gaze she could feel boring down on her. She did not know what Peyton had been telling him about her or how good he was at keeping his mouth shut. If he accidentally also let the Penelope Cruz bomb spill, all her friends were here to hear it and have opinions and questions about it.
She didn't feel like thinking about the ghosts and demons that seemed to haunt her relentlessly. The bartender, Grubbs seemed to know exactly what she was feeling before she had even walked up to him. He brought out four shot glasses and filled them up with vodka. He pulled out a plate filled with lime and saw Brooke chugging glass after glass down her throat, feeling the hot liquid burn down her throat. Biting on to the lemon, she felt a happy buzz.
"Whoa girl, slow down!" Skills called, coming to the bar to grab a couple of beers for their table.
Brooke nodded her head, still reeling from the alcohol as she stood up to follow Skills. "Is everything alright, Mama?"
"Yeah, it's Mama's night off!" she replied before grabbing one of the beers that he was carrying to chug.
They returned to the table and heard Lucas and Peyton telling Julian the story about how he had submitted Peyton's designs to Thud magazine. Haley was adding her bit about how Peyton was an angsty cheerleader. Everyone was almost keeling over to talk to Julian.
"Ooh, I love this song! Let's go dance!" Bevin said, grabbing Brooke and Skills' hand and pulling them to the dance floor. Brooke was momentarily stunned, but she had a good deal of liquid courage to laugh about it and join them. Skills and Bevin forgot her soon and began to dance together. Brooke walked to the bar, shaking her head in rhythm to the music, signalling Grubbs to repeat her order of vodka shots. The clear liquid was gone as soon as the glasses were filled. Licking her lips, Brooke returned to the dance floor, making her way close to where Bevin and Skills were dancing.
Eight shots down, Brooke had begun feeling drunk. She was dancing by herself, losing awareness of her surroundings. "Go Brooke!" Bevin encouraged as she watched her friend do moves similar to the ones an exotic dancer would showcase. Was that what Brooke was doing? Dancing had become muscle memory for her, given how she had to do them in a sleepy stupor most nights. She preferred it that way, the lesser she felt the better.
"Hey," a random guy said to her, dancing closer to her.
Brooke acknowledged him with a nod, but the music was swaying her body. She was not in control. The man could tell that Brooke was drunk. He began to grind his body against Brooke's, heeling her up. 'Did he know what she used to be?' Brooke wondered She had drunk as much as she had to erase those thoughts, and yet, she had failed. That simple idea sobered her up.
"Hey! Hey!" she screamt, trying to get away from the man. Instead of backing off, the man wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in a death grip. "No!" Brooke cried.
"She said no!" Lucas said, coming to Brooke's rescue at once.
"She's drunk!" the man replied, still holding Brooke and dancing as she tried to unentwine herself from the man's arms.
"Get away from her, or I will punch you!" Lucas warned, clenching his fists, ready to hit.
"Who the hell even are you!" the man asked as his hands moved to grope Brooke's ass.
"Her fiance, now get away from her!" Lucas yelled, ready to push him away.
Suddenly, a punch hit the man square in the jaw out of nowhere. The punch was power packed and so strong that the man hit the ground. Everyone at Tric was stunned, but it was Lucas who was the most stunned, because the punch hadn't come from him. He had been ready, but it was someone else who had knocked the man down.
"Q!" Lucas yelled, his eyes growing wide as he saw Q standing in his mother's club, shaking his hand to get rid of the jitters, near a petrified Sam. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"A better job than you at protecting your girl!" he replied, still holding his trembling hand in the air. Lucas chose to ignore his comment as his focus shifted to his foster daughter.
"Sam? What are you doing here? But, Brooke, are you okay?" Lucas asked, not knowing what issue to solve first. All their friends had circled around by then. Julian had called Security and got the man kicked out of Tric for inappropriate behaviour. Haley and Peyton were by Brooke's side, giving her a glass of water to sober her up.
"B, are you fine?" Lucas asked, choosing to first focus on her, "But don't you two dare move." Lucas was pissed at finding Sam at a bar, especially since she was supposed to be home by 10 p.m. It was way past 11 p.m. at that time.
When he looked at her, Brooke cowered, feeling a million emotions sweep through. Her face showed a broken expression, but she quickly stilled herself. "I'm fine."
"We're going home," Lucas announced, seeing Brooke's broken face. Sam's eyes were fixated on Brooke as well while Quentin was massaging that hand he had used to knock down the guy. He was definitely in deep pain. "You ice that. Skills, make sure that security knows that both these kids are underage and please ensure that he gets home. Let Mrs. Fields know where we found his son. Sam, start walking."
Sam, whose eyes were still fixed on Brooke, jolted out of her trance when she heard the command in Lucas' voice. She looked at Quentin quickly, making an apologetic face before walking out.
"Hey Sam, you finally made it tonight!" Quentin said when Sam walked to the spot that they were supposed to meet at.
"Yeah, I told you, I wasn't trying to ghost you," Sam replied, still feeling guilty for leaving him hanging the previous night.
"It's fine. You look fantastic, by the way," Quentin said, enjoying how her jeans showed off her every curve. Sam blushed at the compliment.
"So, where are we going?" Sam asked, finding the street where they had met, deserted.
"Just follow me," Q responded cryptically. He grabbed her hand and led her towards what looked like the back door of a club. "We can't use the front, security is tight, but I know the guy in the back." Q led her up a flight of steps. It was clear that they were going to a club. Q shook hands with a guy in the back, who grinned when he saw him with Sam. Before they knew it, they were inside.
"Welcome to Tric, the hottest club in town!" Q introduced her. "The live music here is like no other place in the world."
"Wait what, did you say Tric!?" Sam asked Q, feeling alarmed.
"Yeah, have you been here? It's so hard to get in here on the weekends." Q said, surprised that the new girl had been to the exclusive hard-to-get-in-club.
"No, I haven't been here, but we have to get out of here now!" Sam cried, feeling her veins get cold with fear.
"What? Why? Do you not like dancing? Or is the little girl afraid to drink?" Q teased her.
"No! Do you know who owns Tric?" Sam asked, feeling irritated that she had to explain what was so obvious to her.
"How should I know?" Q asked, scrunching his nose, not understanding Sam's line of questioning at all.
"My dad! That's who! Technically my Grandma owns it," Sam replied, not thinking straight as the bar played loud music.
"Your Grandma?" Q asked, even more confused.
"I mean my foster family," Sam said, and then reality hit her. She had just called Lucas her dad and Karen her grandma. When did all those relations become real? She had never called any foster relatives by the relation they were supposed to play. They were her foster family and the people were just that, people. "Coach Scott, my foster father, he is the one who owns Tric. His mother founded the club and he, along with my foster mother and all their family and friends are right there." Sam pointed in the direction of the circle where she could spot all her parent's friends.
"Wait, something seems to be happening there," Q said, picking up on Brooke's cries for help. He began to run to where everyone was standing.
"What? Q, no! Wait!" Sam yelled after him, terrified to get caught. However, Quentin did not listen to her, making a beeline to where the fight was. Sam groaned, but followed, knowing that going there was a terrible idea and her fate was sealed for being grounded for the rest of her life.
Sam did not need to be told twice. She knew that she was in deep trouble. She whispered a quick bye to Quentin and began to walk to the door. "Sorry guys," Lucas told his friends before taking Brooke's hand in his and leading her out of the club.
"I'm fine, really, I could handle myself out there," Brooke said, not budging from her spot.
"What do you mean?" Lucas asked, not understanding her.
"I'm okay, we don't need to go home because one guy was a little handsy," Brooke rolled her eyes.
"Brooke, you're drunk. Let's go," he said, pressing his temple, not wanting to have to explain what was obvious to him.
"What?" Brooke yelled, stomping her feet. "You're acting crazy. I really can take care of myself." She proceeded to wrench her hand from Lucas' grasp.
"Brooke, Lucas is right, you should really go home. Let Lucas take you," Peyton said, trying to help Lucas. She knew just how stubborn Brooke Davis could be.
"What do you think I did all those years in New York? I took care of myself. I handled it. This, this was nothing. This was two seconds during snail hour on a Tuesday! How do you think I handled that? I said I am fine and I meant it," Brooke said to her. All her defences were still down. Only Julian, Lucas and Peyton understood the meaning behind Brooke's words.
Peyton's eyes began to tear up instantly. "B, come on, please. Besides, you have to get Sam home, remember," she begged, putting her arms around Brooke's waist to push her towards the door.
"Brooke sobered up instantly. She had barely registered the fact that Sam was at the club. Yeah, okay," Brooke said instantly, making Lucas sigh with relief.
"Thanks," he whispered to Peyton.
"Lucas," Peyton replied, feeling guilt wash over her from Brooke's confessions. She was not glad that she had managed to get Brooke to go. She was still reeling from her words.
"Shh, she is drunk. She doesn't know what she is saying. Let me get her to sleep, she'll be fine in the morning," he replied. Neither he nor Peyton could change the past, so it was pointless. It was as much Brooke's fault for not reaching out to them as it was theirs to break her trust.
Lucas grabbed Brooke by the waist and led her out, giving his friends a solemn look goodbye. Brooke was stumbling to put one leg in front of the other.
"Just how many shots did you have?" Lucas asked. The Brooke he remembered could hold her alcohol.
"Eight, was it?" she replied with a giggle. The concentration on the count made her lose concentration on her walk and she stumbled. Luckily Lucas was right by her side to hold her.
"Eight!" he said, trying to keep her steady.
"And one beer," she replied cheekily.
"You're going to have a terrible hangover tomorrow," he said, more to himself.
"Do you know what Solaris swore was the best cure for a hangover?" Brooke asked in a sexy whisper.
"What?" Lucas asked, her raspy voice reeling him in.
"Sex," she whispered in his ear and giggled. Lucas almost dropped Brooke, surprised to hear her say that.
"Let's try some aspirin instead," he said, feeling his body betray him and get aroused by Brooke's words.
He finally made his way to the car and saw Sam standing there with a wounded puppy expression on her face.
"Help me get her in the back," Lucas instructed.
"I'm sorry," she said instantly before going ahead and opening the door so Lucas could help Brooke in.
Once Brooke was secure, Sam and Lucas went ahead to the front and got in.
"I really am so very sorry," Sam tried again. Since Brooke was out of commission, Lucas was clearly the guy in charge and she had no idea how he spelt grounded. She had to try her best to get a reduced sentence.
"Sam, we'll deal with you in the morning, but what the hell were you doing? Weren't you going for a friendly hang with some friends from school? Didn't you tell us that you would be home by 10?" Lucas asked.
"I am sorry. I didn't know where I was going," she tried to justify her actions.
"Oh great so you were meeting a guy you barely know at a place you don't know!" Lucas was even angrier after hearing her say that.
"I obviously didn't know that we were coming to Tric. I am not stupid enough to go to the same place that my parents are at if I am sneaking out. Err, I mean foster parents," she said, realising that she had made the same mistake twice in a row.
"You lied about the time. You lied about whom you were meeting. You lied about everything! Also, stay away from Quentin. You cannot see that boy!" Lucas laid down the law, flying into delirious dad mode.
"Lucas!" Sam argued. "You cannot choose my friends for me. I'm fifteen. I can choose whom to hang out with!"
"Not if they take you to bars in the middle of the night. You were lucky that you came to Tric where we were present. What if what happened to Brooke happened to you, huh? We wouldn't even know! So, no Sam. You cannot hang out with Q, I'm sorry."
"Clearly Q knows how to handle it if what happened to Brooke happened to me. He is after all the one who actually rescued her," Sam fought back.
Lucas was shocked. For a moment, he felt himself become a witness of his own argument as he realised that he was parenting a teenager, his teenager. That is what it was like all those years, for his mother. It made him almost grin as he realised that she had been right all along.
"Sam, I was a teenage boy not too long ago. I get it," he began.
"Eww," came the quick remark.
"What I meant was, I have had a fair share of fistfights, more that I should have and yes, they were to protect my friends and family, but all it did was aggravate things even further." His brain went to the time he stole Deb's gun and pointed it at Dan, making his very pregnant mother go into early labour. "Did you know that my mom didn't like Brooke, at the very start?"
"What? I don't believe that. She adores Brooke," Sam said, getting curious.
"Yeah, she does, but her first impression of Brooke was that of a girl who made a fake id for her son, took him to a bar, got him a tattoo and then made him lose his virginity, all while she was abroad," Lucas said with a laugh.
"What! No!" Sam yelled, surprised at the details Lucas had just shared with her. Lucas couldn't help but grin as he thought about it.
"Yeah, we fought so much about it and she more or less told me the same thing," Lucas said. "Then I got into an accident and she saw how much Brooke loved me and cared for me. She couldn't hate someone who loved her son so much that she was willing to go to any length to take care of him. That's when she began talking to Brooke and saw that there was so much more to her than a hot cheerleader body."
"You do know that all I am getting from this story is that I should defy you as you defied your mom, continue hanging out with Quentin until I get in an accident and he gets to prove his worth and then you will love him. Unless I get pregnant, move to another state and start stripping to pay for child care!" Sam sassed.
"Hey! Q punched that guy out cold. He doesn't have anything below the exterior except basketball," Lucas replied. "So, you're not dating him."
"Who said anything about dating? We are just hanging out," Sam replied.
"Okay, then you're not allowed to hang out with him. I don't see the difference between hanging out and going out. We are not going to commend bad choices."
"And I repeat, you cannot tell me whom to hang out with! I am not a little kid," Sam said with exasperation.
"Brooke told you that you couldn't hang out with those junkyard boys in New York!" Lucas pouted.
"No. Brooke knew that she couldn't make me do anything. She suggested that I find better friends and she did that by making me switch schools. Those boys did drugs and while all Liz wanted to talk about was fashion, she also got me to think that I was going to live past 18 and I should start thinking about the future like college and scholarships to get into college," Sam explained.
"So, this is a great time to reconsider Oppenheimer, huh?" Lucas suggested, making Sam laugh heartily.
"What!" Lucas cried.
"Clueless parenting kinda suits you. It's sweet that you tried. I really think we should wait until Brooke sobers for my punishment," Sam said. She couldn't help but crack a wide smile as she said that. She turned around to look at Brooke and found her asleep in the back seat.
Once they reached the house with the classic red door, Lucas grabbed Brooke bridal style in his arms while Sam opened the door for them. "I'll get her settled for the night. We will be revisiting this in the morning. Go to bed, it's late," he instructed as he began to climb up the stairs with Brooke in his arms.
Sam nodded and went to her room, glad that Lucas, as hard as he tried, couldn't play bad cop for even a second. She hoped that Brooke would go easy on her the next morning. She changed into her PJs and got into bed to text Quentin and inquire about how much hot stew he was in. She received no response to her texts. She was quite certain that Mrs. Fields would have grounded him and taken his cell phone. So, she didn't wait for a response and went to bed as instructed.
Lucas put Brooke on her bed and decided to check on Jamie. That's when it hit him. In all the chaos, he had forgotten jamie. He was still at his mother's house. He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and dialled his mom.
"Hey, are you on your way to pick Jamie up?" Karen asked, answering the call.
"No, I am actually home already. Long story, some guy got a little handsy with Brooke and we caught Sam lying about her whereabouts. Brooke's black out drunk," he sighed. "Is Jamie alright?"
"Yeah, he is sleeping with Lily. He was really tired when you dropped him. He played for a while with Lily and went to bed without a fight. Let him stay the night. You take care of things with Brooke and Sam," Karen said lovingly.
"Are you sure, Ma?" he asked.
"Yeah, I love my grandbaby. Is Brooke alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, she is. She is going to have a bad hangover tomorrow, that's for sure. Anyway, I'll call you later," he said as Brooke's words rang in his ear. 'Do you know what Solaris swore was the best cure for a hangover? Sex.'
Lucas walked into Brooke's room to find her struggling to get her top off. She was pulling it up, and her hands were stuck, but the fabric was squashed at her breasts and she couldn't get it off. Lucas giggled, seeing her hands stuck. "A little help here!" Brooke cried.
Lucas smiled and made his way to her. "You do know that you sew in a zipper, right?" he asked as he brought her top back down and unzipped the side. Brooke gave a goofy smile before raising her arms up. Lucas knew the drill and began to peel the top off her. The fabric was snug and he had to push it past her breasts with some effort. He felt himself getting aroused yet another time as he felt her supple boobs only separated by the fabric of her strapless bra.
Once he got the top off her, Brooke heaved, feeling better. "One shoulder tops look great, but these strapless bras really cut off circulation," she mumbled and put her hand back to unsnap the hook. Her drunken stupor had her struggling. "Luke!" she whined.
Lucas was a bit baffled by her request. 'You saw her naked at the club quite a few times,' he reminded himself and quickly unhooked the bra for her. His hand brushed against her breast briefly as he pulled the material away. Deep arousal coursed through him as he felt his member twitch. Brooke was killing him. "Thanks," she said before sitting on her bed. Lucas proceeded to help her with the straps of her black heels. Once she had kicked those off, Brooke unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her.
Lucas began to walk to her closet to get her some clothes for her to change into. He couldn't keep seeing Brooke nude. He hadn't had any alcohol since he was going to be the one to drive back home, but he was still a guy.
However, as soon as Lucas had turned to make his way to her closet, Brooke shot out of her bed with a jolt and ran towards the bathroom with her hands on her mouth.
Lucas sighed and ran after her. He saw her kneeling in front of the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach. He sat on the floor by her side, rubbing her back. His fingers felt the softness of her side boobs as his hands followed her spine. It was taking all his restraint to avoid pinning her to the floor and taking her here. Lucas Scott was feeling horny. He decided to move his hands to hold her hair back.
"I'm sorry. You should go," Brooke said after she had finished throwing up, feeling embarrassed that he had to take care of her. She took care of herself and her family. Why did she think that drinking excessively was a good idea? She felt weak and exhausted. She got up and went to the sink to brush her teeth and get the horrible taste out of her mouth. Lucas didn't say anything as he went and turned on the shower for her.
Brooke gave him a grateful look, spitting out the paste and rinsing her mouth. She pulled down her underwear and stepped into the shower. It was obviously Lucas' cue to leave. Looking at her one last time, he exited the bathroom and went to her closet to lay out some clothes for her. Then he left her bedroom and entered his own room. He'd go check on her in some time.
Lucas' room, just like the living room, was scattered in boxes. There was no way that he was going to find his sweats in that mess. He didn't even try to find them, pulling off his pants and shirt. He went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for Brooke along with 2 aspirins. Walking back upstairs, he knocked on her door.
Upon receiving no response, Lucas cautiously opened the door. Brooke was just stepping out of the bathroom. She still had a dazed expression as she concentrated really hard to put one step on top of each other.
"Oh, it's you. Hi!" she said with an excited giggle when she spotted Lucas. It seemed like she had completely forgotten the fight at Tric.
"Wait, Jamie, Sammy. Are they alright?" She asked, her voice dragging as if it was taking all her effort to make a complete sentence.
"Yeah, they're both alright. Sam needs to be punished but we can figure that out when you're sober," he replied.
"I love Jamie and Sammy. They're such wonderful kids, don't you think?" she said, a goofy grin plastered on her face. "You, Lucas Scott, make incredible babies. They're smart and kind and beautiful and those gorgeous deep blue eyes that can put you in a trance. Should we make more babies together?"
Lucas gaped as the words flew out of her mouth.
"I haven't had any sex since the night we conceived Jamie. Ooooh! Let's have sex!" Brooke said and plopped herself on the bed, pulling off her towel to reveal her naked body.
"B, here, put these on, please," Lucas begged, holding out her clothes for her to put on.
"Why? Don't you like to have sex anymore?" Brooke giggled.
"Brooke, please," he said, not having a tonne of arsenal to argue with her.
"I like playing house with you. Even if it is pretend, for the first time it feels like I have a real family and Jamie doesn't have to grow up in a broken home like we had to. Isn't Jamie incredible? Like how can one kid be so perfect!" she said, forgetting that she had proposed that they sleep together and give Jamie a sibling.
"Yes, he is, now, raise your hands so I can put a shirt on you," he said, although he was really enjoying hearing what Brooke had to say with her defences down.
Brooke listened and put her arms up. He quickly helped her into an oversized shirt and then slid a pair of panties up her leg.
"Every guy I know has only wanted to take these off. You're the first guy who has put some on me. Are you gay?" Brooke asked as his fingers reached her upper thigh with the cotton. Lucas' fingers trembled as she began to giggle like a kid on a sugar rush. "No, definitely not gay!" she said, her eyebrows pointing to the bulge in his pants.
Lucas secured her panties and didn't even bother with her shorts anymore. He really needed a cold shower. "Come on, get in the covers."
Brooke looked at him like she didn't understand the instruction. Lucas went ahead to pull her up so that he could peel the covers. He helped her in and tucked her like Jamie liked it. Brooke smiled and instantly closed her eyes when her head hit the pillows. Lucas couldn't help himself, he planted a chaste kiss on her head and flicked the light switch off.
"Thanks for everything, Lucas," Brooke whispered as she fell asleep.
Lucas did not know how to feel about anything that had gone down that night. He had flown into a jealous rage when he saw that man get handsy with Brooke. He did not understand what to make out of Brooke's drunken confessions. He was surprised that Brooke hadn't had sex with anybody since him. All he could do was hope that a cold shower would wash away his thoughts, thoughts that were clouded with images of a naked Brooke. Lucas grinned as his mind went there again, his member hardening even more. It was going to be a really long shower.