Hey, new story

I don't know whether you will like it, but I have had this idea for ages and now I have finally wrote it down :)

Pairing: Brooke and Lucas

Summary: When Lucas and Peyton find out they can't have children, they turn to surrogacy. But what happens when they meet the surrogate? Beautiful, brave, kind, Brooke Davis. She's perfect in Peytons eyes for their childs surrogate, but what happens when Lucas also starts to think she is perfect but as his girlfriend?

Her heart was racing, palms sweaty, anticipation

Her heart was racing, palms sweaty, anticipation and hope filling her. It amazed her how a small, white stick could have so much power over her.

A curl fell, obscuring her left eyes vision of the screen that remained blank. Her eyes were watering, as she refused to blink, just in case she missed it appearing – stupid she knows.

Then, her long waiting, question is answered, in one second her life changed. She was so sure, so sure that this time was it…she could have sworn she felt a tiny life growing inside of her. She looked back down at the pregnancy test which clearly stated she wasn’t pregnant and blinking away tears she threw onto the floor in rage, disappointment and an underwhelming sadness.

“It will happen to us Peyton, I’m sure of it. Next time will be our time.”

She looked up, anger and disbelief taking over “That’s what you’ve been saying for the past year, Lucas! Oh babe, I’m sorry, next time I’m sure of it” she mimicked him; her face scrunched up and lines showing on her forehead. “Has this happened yet? No! Wh-whats wrong with me? Her eyes getting wet and before she knew it she was crying and her heart was breaking “I just want a baby, our baby”

Lucas felt helpless watching her distraught, her blue eyes wide and distraught he had never felt so powerless to help someone. He leaned forward to take her in his arms, to protect and shield her but she flinched and moved away.

Feeling hurt, but not saying anything to make her more upset he simply said “I think we should go to the doctors, they might be able to help us.”

Peyton looked up and nodded, running a hand through her unruly curls she offered her boyfriend a small but weak smile.

x- OTH -x

“Hello, Is that Mr Scott?”

“Yes”

“Oh good, well this is Dr Copeland from the hospital…I’ve got your results”

Visiting the doctors, led Peyton and Lucas through a series of tests to see if there were any particular reasons for them not being able to conceive a child yet.

“Peyton!”

She hurried down, covered in dots of paint, the recent events turned her moody and artistic “That was Dr Copeland on the phone, he has our results…”

“Tell me, Lucas”

“I’ll make it the short version”

“Luke”

“I… there…my results came back fine, they detected nothing wrong with me”

“It’s me…”

“No! It’s the doctor said that you have a blocked fallopian tube…they examined it closely and the damage…well it can’t be treated. You…you also have an inhospitable uterus. This means…”

“I can’t have a baby”

Rubbing his temples he didn’t know what to say…Peyton seemed frozen and deep in thought. “It’s not the end though, Peyt we can still have a baby. There are other options; you know surrogacy, donors, adoption, there is hope”

“But the baby wouldn’t be ours”

“Not necessarily, the doctor said he’d go through all our options if we went to see him…we’ll get through this”

Peyton squeezed her eyes shut and sighed “We are having a baby; I don’t care what it takes”

“I know, honey…come here” They embraced, Peyton clinging onto home for dear life and feeling safe in his arms. Although the future was looking shaky, their love for each other would always be there, Lucas was sure about that.

x- OTH -x

“So you are saying if we got surrogate then it would be hers and Lucas’ baby?”

“Yes, his sperm and her egg would be fertilised in a test tube and placed back inside of her womb”

“But, that’s not fair; I want a baby with you Peyton, not some stranger”

“Lucas this is the closest we’ll get to having a child that is ours, we need this”

“But…”

“No, I want this and I thought you did too?”

“I do but…”

“Good” she turned to the doctor “when can we find our surrogate?”

“Well…”

Lucas wasn’t listening, his head a jumble of thoughts. Peyton was set on this and he didn’t want to upset her but it didn’t feel right that the baby would be his and not hers. If he was going to have a baby he wanted it to be with her or nothing…somehow he didn’t think she’d like his way of thinking.

“Lucas!”

He snapped out of his thoughts “What? Sorry”

“The doctor said he could have a list of surrogates by the end of the week, ok?” she was telling him more than asking him.

“Yeah sure”

“Yes, you can look through the applicants and decide which ones you want to meet in person, I am afraid the process is long and tiring, checks on you and the applicant have to be made”

Lucas frowned at the word applicant, it made this whole ordeal seem more like a business deal that the real life turmoil it was.

“You’ll have to ask questions about their lifestyle and check if it’s fine with you, remember this is your baby!

Peyton was riveted, listening and absorbing every word like a sponge. There was now a seed of hope planted inside of her that she knew was going to blossom and grow into something so wonderful. At this moment she didn’t care that she had no part in the making of her baby because at the end of the day she would be the mother. She would.

x- OTH -x

“April Cole, 35, married vegan, asthmatic…”

“No, no! Asthmatic? Our baby could have it!”

“OK, Sarah Hardy, 39…”

“Too old”

“Claire Pearson, 26, married no history of family illnesses…”

“Let me look” Peyton grabbed the paper and scanned it “I think we've found one!” she said happily and placed the file in her lap.

“Tiffany Wilson, 16...”

“Too young”

“Brooke Davis, 22, single, no past family illnesses...”

“ooh another one! Wait, Brooke Davis? As in the fashion Designer?”

Lucas scanned the paper “Yep, Creator of Clothes over Bro's. A celebrity, I wonder why she wants to be a surrogate”

Peyton frowned “Why?”

“To be in the spotlight, of course! To get more attention” Lucas replied instantly disliking Brooke Davis “Why would she, of 22 years old, who is rich and a celebrity, enjoying herself want to have a baby? Not even for her, for someone else!”

“You think so, Lucas? Maybe she is just a good person..” Lucas scoffed but Peyton carried on “She seems perfect anyway, we should still interview he. You never know...”

“Peyton...” But she ignored him and placed the file onto her lap with the rest.

Lucas frowned, he didn't want the person carrying their baby to be an attention seeker and helping them to benefit herself. He sighed and looked at his girlfriend who had now taken over searching through the files. Her eyes were wide, face pale and her hair messy, her being infertile had hit her hard and she was turning slightly obsessive about having a baby. She was never the conventional type, she didn't want to get married or have a big house but she did want children.

“I think that's it!” I've chosen five people who I think are suitable. I'm going to hand them in” She bounced off back to the doctor's office. Obviously not wanting his input in any of the decisions.

x- OTH -x

“Brooke! Brooke over here! Is it true that you hooked up with Orlando Bloom?”

Brooke smiled and laughed “No, no it's not but he is a close friend, hey Orly!” She waved into the many camera's flashing.

She stopped and posed for pictures, she didn't mind though. She loved it. It made her feel successful and like she'd achieved something in her career”

“Brooke, Brooke” she heard Victoria calling her “Come on” Brooke ignored her as she motioned to the limo where her 'date' was standing.

“Brooke now” Victoria warned.

She smiled sweetly at the cameras one last time and then joined Victoria. “I wasn't finished.”

“We have work to do.” Victoria snapped

Brooke sighed and turned to her date “Did you like the show, Josh?”

“Yeah it was good, shame you weren't out their modelling”

“Well...”

“Charming” Victoria said “but you're not needed anymore.”

“Wait what?”

“Goodbye.”

He stumbled out of the limo once it stopped “Well bye then” he tried to say but Victoria, or bitchtoria as Brooke liked to call her, had already shut the door.

“That was rude.”

“That's life. Now tomorrow you are invited to the Preston's Charity ball and its important that you attend...”

Welcome to Brooke's life, well who controlled her it anyway.

x- OTH -x

“Rach? You here?”

When there was no answer she smirked, three guesses where she was.

“Hey Brooke” Orlando Blooms voice played out on her answering machine “So last night was amazing, we should do it again sometime, give me a call.”

Brooke laughed, welcome to her life, the part she was in control of. She saved the the message – how many girls have Orlando Bloom, calling them?”

Slipping off her Jimmy Choo's she listened to the next message from her best friend “Hey whore, I got lucky, won't be home tonight, see you!”

Brooke laughed and went to get herself a glass of wine, she needed to relax, having a fashion show was stressful after all.

“Hey Miss Davis, this is Doctor Copeland from Tree Hill fertility Clinic, we have a couple, who want to interview you for being a surrogate, call back when you get this message, please”

Brooke stood frozen in place, shocked and confused.

What the hell was that?