|Collect the Memories
Author: davis-baker PM
It's a learning process for the anxious couple. They take each day as a new adventure and that's okay because that's what makes it all the more exciting. It's a rush they both craze.Brulian's journey through pregnancy in 8x22! Things we didn't get to see!Rated: Fiction T - English - Brooke D. & Julian B. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,609 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 06-17-11 - Published: 05-20-11 - id: 7008999
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A/N – Hey guys! So it's me, Melissa (formally known as BL4ever). I figured it was about time I changed my pen name because I clearly have moved on to a different couple ;) I've been meaning to change it for a while but never got around to it lol
Anyways! After watching the finale filled with its amazing Brulian scenes I decided to write this. Basically, because Brooke's pregnancy went SO fast on the show, I figured I'd write these short little chapters that fill in the blanks, I guess you could say.
And can I just say, how cute are Brulian's babies? Such an adorable family! Can't wait to see what season 9 has in store!
Collect the Memories
Part 1 –
"I feel fat." Brooke murmurs as she stands in front of the mirror in their bedroom. She frowns at the way her blouse hugs her pregnant stomach.
Julian laughs at this, wrapping his arms around her frame. "Now wait a minute…" He begins. "I thought you wanted that."
She gives him a glare that intends to shut him up.
"Well that was two months ago! When I wasn't fat!"
He doesn't want to piss hormonal Brooke off. This isn't the first time she's gone on her "I'm fat" rants. And while she complains about it, he knows that she's absolutely enjoying every aspect of this pregnancy. Each little thing just makes it seem all the more real. And this is all Brooke has ever wanted.
"Well I think that pregnant stomach of yours flatters you very much, Brooke Davis." He smirks at her and watches as she playfully rolls her eyes.
"I'd like to see you lug around something of this size." She dramatically points to her belly.
"Well what would be the fun of that then?" Julian jokes. "Besides, you're glowing. You look beautiful." He rests his hands gently on her stomach. "And you always will in my eyes."
It's not just the hormones that allow her eyes to tear at his sentimental words.
"You're just saying that because you're my husband and the father of this child." Brooke sniffles.
"No." He shakes his head. "You're beautiful. And our baby is going to be beautiful." He lifts her chin so she faces him and he kisses her soundly on the lips.
He always knows just what to say and just what to do.
"Thank you." She smiles at him and grabs his hand in hers, bringing back onto her stomach. She loves the feeling she gets when both of their hands unite and rest on their unborn child. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
"Hey, Brooke?" He calls out late one night when he finds that she's no longer sitting on the living room couch where he last left her. She had been reading some book on what to expect when expecting.
He follows her voice to the soon-to-be nursery.
She's staring at the spot on the wall that had been painted months earlier. He was supposed to get around to painting over it, before they had even found out about Brooke's pregnancy. It was a time they didn't really like to think or talk about much. It was simply just unnecessary pain.
"What brought you in here?"
She sighs and tears her eyes away from the spot. "I was just thinking…I think we could start getting this room ready. It'd give us something fun to do while we wait." A small smile forms as she rubs her abdomen.
"I like that idea." Julian agrees. "Well we could start by painting. I mean, we still have the paint from-" And abruptly, he must stop before he goes any further. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to…"
Brooke shakes her head gently and moves towards her husband. "It's okay, Julian. It's in the past." She explains, nodding her head to show him that she truly is okay. "Besides, now we've got this one." A bright smile appears instantly on her face, and this makes him grin too.
"Yes we do." He kisses her forehead.
"But we still have one problem." She begins skeptically.
"And what's that?" He asks with curiosity.
"We still haven't agreed. Soft Duckling or Enchanted Forest?" She giggles.
"Hmmm…" He sighs and pretends to be deep in thought. After all, this is their baby's room they're talking about. "You're right. That is a very big problem…" He chuckles. "But…I do have an idea."
"I'm ready for it."
"How about we do both? That way we're both satisfied."
Brooke nods, impressed, as she wraps her arms around his torso and leans in. "You know, our baby's got a very smart daddy."
He grins that grin she can never grow tired of. It's what drew her in from the very beginning. It's the grin she wants their child to have. "What can I say? I was a mathlete."
"How could I forget?"
They paint the nursery the next day; both colors of paint. They mesh together perfectly and both can agree that this nursery, when it's all furnished and finished, is going to come out beautiful.
After all, their child deserves the best.
Brooke swears her stomach grows larger every day and constantly tries to get Julian to measure her. He tells her though that she's out of her mind and he'll only measure her once a month. It gives them more anticipation.
It's become their tradition. He'll trace the shadow of her growing shape and write its measurement alongside it.
It's something they each look forward to every month. It gives them the assurance that this dream is a reality and that things will be okay.
And despite the tips she gets from Haley, who by now appears to be the mommy expert, it still is a learning process for the anxious couple. They take each day as a new adventure and that's okay because that's what makes it all the more exciting. It's a rush they both craze.
Brooke doesn't mind that she constantly has to pee every twenty minutes. She doesn't care that her emotions are all over the place. And Julian doesn't mind when Brooke goes off on him about something he didn't even do because of her hormones. He doesn't even mind when she wakes him at two-thirty in the morning because she's got some weird craving.
Because they wouldn't trade the world for it…not one thing, not one moment.
A/N – What do you guys think of this story idea? Should I continue?
Also, if you have anything specific you'd like to see, I'm open for suggestions! This story doesn't really have anything set!
Please review! :)