A/N – I shouldn't be starting a new story, but I couldn't get this out of my head. I think it's pretty different; I don't think it's been done before, but maybe it has, I don't know.
Anyways, if you enjoy it and would like to see it being continued, let me know!
Like a Laceration to the Soul
Chapter 1 -
Brooke Davis smiled at the pleasant sounds in her house. Nothing felt better than to wake up to an extremely charming fiancé and a happy and cheerful son. Life couldn't get anymore perfect.
She heard her son laugh and noticed that once he entered the kitchen, he wore a bright smile.
"And what's so funny, mister?" Brooke asked while preparing breakfast.
"Daddy and I were just watching some cartoons." The young boy with blonde hair and striking blue eyes replied as he walked closer to his mother, trying to see over her shoulder as to what she was making for breakfast. He tried standing on his tippy toes but it was a failed attempt. "It smells good, mama. What is it and when will it be done?" He asked, famished.
"You're a hungry little boy this morning." She noted bending down to kiss his cheek. "And it's your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes with extra, extra chocolate chips." She winked at him.
"Yes!" He cheered.
"What is this I hear about chocolate chip pancakes?" Lucas Scott approached the two, picking up his son and tickling him. Nothing sounded better than the laughter of his son.
"Well good morning to you, too, soon to be hubby." Brooke said happily, taking a quick glance down at her engagement ring, smiling to herself at the thought of how much they loved each other.
"Hello Mrs. Soon to be Scott. And how are you this morning?" By then, he had placed their son down on the floor and wrapped his arms around his fiancée, kissing her temple.
"Oh, I'm fine. I just love slaving over this hot stove making breakfast for you. I bet it's a turn on, right?" She smirked and turned around so she could kiss him on the lips.
"Yuck! Mama, you're supposed to be making my breakfast. Get back to it before it burns!"
Lucas and Brooke pulled apart and smiled at their demanding five-year-old son.
"Sawyer Keith Scott." Brooke spoke, placing her hands on her hips for emphasis on what was supposed to be her angry attitude. "What's the magic word?"
Sawyer stood for a second, contemplating on the answer his mother was looking for. "Umm…Please?"
"Alright then." She replied and turned back to tend to the breakfast.
Sawyer smiled triumphantly and took his place at the kitchen table, preparing to enjoy his favorite breakfast in the whole world that only his mother knew how to make perfectly, just the way he liked it.
"Oh, and to answer your prior question; yes." Lucas leaned into Brooke and whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You look so sexy when you've got pancake batter on your face."
Brooke laughed and shook her head, placing the food on plates. "You're just saying that because you didn't get any last night."
"Possibly." Lucas shrugged with a slight laugh.
"Well besides, I don't have pancake batter on my face! I'm a very skilled cook." She joked as she took the plates off the counter after putting syrup on the side, soon placing one of the plates in front of her son. "Isn't that right, Sawyer?" She patted his head as he began to dig in.
"Uh huh." He mumbled in between chews though both Lucas and Brooke knew he had no clue as to what they were talking about.
Lucas laughed and just shook his head, pulling out a chair for Brooke to sit in, and then another for himself. "Just eat your breakfast, son."
"Don't worry." Brooke spoke up for her son whose mouth was full of pancakes and syrup. "He will."
"Oh, mama, it was so cool. You should've been there!" Sawyer exclaimed once he and Lucas returned home from their fishing trip.
"I wish I was, bud. But you know fish aren't mama's thing. But I'm glad you guys enjoyed it." Brooke replied contently, helping her son take off his sweatshirt before throwing it in the hamper to be washed.
"At first I was scared 'cause daddy told me to be careful 'cause he has a scar from a fishin' hook that went right through his thumb. It was from when he and his Uncle Keith- the one I'm named after, right?-went fishing! But he told me not to be scared and I caught a fish this big!" He spread his arms out wide and Brooke nodded, letting him go on with his story.
Sawyer was a boy who could talk a mile a minute and wouldn't stop unless someone stopped him. Lucas, unbeknown to both Sawyer and Brooke, stood in the doorway, watching the two interact.
"Daddy couldn't even catch one that big! But then I let it go back in the ocean because I felt bad for it. And it swam away."
"Well, I'm sure it was very grateful that someone like you caught it."
"I know." Sawyer agreed. "But I wish you saw it. You would've been so proud, mama."
"I'm sure daddy got some pictures of you with it. And I'm very proud of you, buddy. Now let's go start that bath of yours. You smell like fish." Brooke made a face and pinched her nose together with her fingers. "Yucky. You don't wanna go over to Aunt Haley and Uncle Nate's house like that, do you?"
"We're going there?" Sawyer's eyes lit up at the mention of his aunt and uncle.
"Yup, for dinner. So we better get you washed up." Brooke grabbed his hand and when she turned around, she was pleasantly surprised to find Lucas standing there, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Do you always eavesdrop on us, broody?"
"Ehh, when I'm bored." He joked. He then wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders as the three began to walk down the hallway. "So, how was your alone time?"
"Great. I spoke to Haley on the phone for a good few hours-"
"-But you're seeing her tonight…" Lucas cut in.
"What's there going to be left to talk about?" He asked confused.
"You obviously don't understand girls." Brooke shook her head.
"You got that right." He laughed. "It's a good thing it's two guys against one girl in this household. Sawyer and I keep this place in tip top shape."
"Yeah, we do, mama."
"Sure you guys do." All Brooke could do was smile and agree with them.
"Anyways, I was also able to get some work done for my new line finally. But most of all, I missed my boys."
"Good to hear it." Lucas replied, leaning in to give her a kiss. However, Brooke pushed him away. He gave her a questioning look.
"You kinda smell like fish." She explained. "You 'oughta jump in the shower, too." She patted his shoulder and walked away.
"I don't understand girls either, daddy." Sawyer said with a smile as Brooke walked away from he and his father.
"And here…" Haley pointed to the image. "Is little baby girl Scott." In one hand, she held a sonogram, while the other hand gently rubbed her five month pregnant stomach.
"Aw, Hales." Brooke sighed in fascination, leaning in to give her best friend a hug. "So the doctor said everything's fine? Everything's right on target, the way it needs to be?"
Haley, whose hormones had gotten the best of her, resulting in tearful eyes, nodded.
"That's great. I promise you I'm going to be the best aunt and godmother the world has ever seen. You'll see." She gushed.
"Oh, I don't doubt it, Brooke Davis. You're an amazing mother to Sawyer."
Brooke's eyes drifted away from Haley to Sawyer who stood just outside the kitchen window in the backyard with a basketball held underneath his arm. He seemed well engaged in a conversation Lucas and Nathan were having.
"Thanks, Hales." Brooke smiled and then returned to the subject of baby girl names, a common discussion topic the two friends had often spoke of when everything else that needed to be was said.
"Dude, just brace yourself." Lucas, from outside, advised Nathan. "Babies are very needy. Always crying, needing attention, needing a diaper change or a feeding…Good luck, you'll need it." Lucas smirked, clapping his younger brother on the back.
"Gee, thanks for the bout of confidence."
"Hey, I'm just stating the truth…of course, Sawyer wasn't like that. He was the perfect little guy. Never cried, never wanted much."
At Lucas's words, Sawyer looked up at his uncle and father and smiled innocently.
"Of course now's a different story. Always 'I want this' or 'I want that'." He joked, anxious to see his son's reaction.
"Hey! I'm not a bad kid! I'm good, uncle Nate. Daddy's lying." Sawyer directed his eyes towards his father and shook his head. "That's not nice, daddy."
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. You're a great kid, buddy." Lucas pulled him in for a hug. "You'll do great, Nate." Lucas told him seriously. "Just enjoy it. Fatherhood's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"Do I have to go to sleep now?" Sawyer asked in a whiny voice as he sat in front of the television, highly interested in a show that was on.
"Yes now." Brooke stood up and took the remote from Lucas, who wasn't helping matters, and turned the tv off.
"Hey, I was watching that." Lucas replied to her actions. She shot him a glare and he shut up.
"It's way past your bedtime. Five year olds aren't supposed to be up this late."
"But I'm a special five year old." He tried to argue.
"That may be, honey, but not a special one that gets to go to sleep at midnight. You don't want to be falling asleep tomorrow do you?"
"Why?" He asked curiously, getting up from his spot on the couch. "What's tomorrow?"
"Well, that's for me to know and for you to find out. All I can say is, the faster you go to sleep, the faster you wake up tomorrow and find out."
"Hmmm…" Sawyer stretched out a yawn. "I'm kinda tired now, mama."
Brooke laughed. "That's what I thought."
As Brooke grabbed her son's hand, the phone rang throughout the house. "Who'd be calling this late?" She asked, looking over to Lucas.
It was nearly eleven o clock, and they usually never received calls that late.
"I'll get him to bed and you get the phone?"
He nodded, and got up, ready to retrieve the phone.
"So." Brooke spoke after tucking Sawyer in. "Are you excited to become a big cousin to Aunt Haley and Uncle Nathan's baby?"
"Uh huh." He shook his head up and down.
"Good, I'm glad."
"Where do babies come from?"
"You know, that's an awfully big question for such a little boy."
"I'm not a little boy, mama. I'm five." He held up five fingers to prove his point.
"Oh, I see. Well, sorry."
"So…where do they come from?" He urged her for an answer.
"Well, Sawyer, they come from a mommy's tummy."
"A mommy's tummy?" He repeated. "So…right there…?" He sat up and reached for Brooke's stomach, pressing into it.
She took his hand and nodded. "Yeah…right there."
Brooke smiled and took his hand, placed a kiss on it and laid it back down. "That all, baby?"
"Mhmm. Goodnight, mama. I love you."
"Love you, too." She pressed a kiss to his forehead and then walked towards the door, shutting the light off, and then leaving the room.
She walked down the stairs and turned the corner to get back to Lucas in the living room, where she'd ask about who was on the phone.
"Hey, baby." She greeted cheerfully, and sat down next to him on the couch. "Who was that calling at this hour?"
When Lucas didn't answer right away, she immediately suspected something was wrong.
"Oh, god…was it…was it Haley? Is it the baby? I need to go be with her." Brooke ranted as she got up and frantically paced the room.
"No." He finally spoke, catching her off guard.
"…No?" She replied, taking her seat again. "Luke, what is it? You're starting to scare me…Is Haley okay?"
"Yeah, Brooke. That wasn't Haley."
Brooke sighed in relief but soon was once again taken over by confusion and fear. Then who was it?
"Brooke, now I need you to keep calm when I tell you this-"
"-Just tell me, Lucas!"
"That was Peyton."
Her face instantly fell at the mention of the name. Peyton? Peyton Sawyer? It just couldn't be. No. That was impossible.
"W-what?" She instantly stood up. "Oh, god, no. No, Lucas."
"She says she's back in town." Lucas went on, knowing there was no way he was going to get Brooke to calm down at this point. "That she wants to come…come and visit him."
"She can't. No, goddamn it, no!"
"She can't come back into our lives like this. She can't come back into his life! I won't let her." Brooke hadn't realized she had been crying until Lucas had gone up to her and wiped away her freshly fallen tears, proceeding to wrap his arms around her body.
He wanted to make her feel okay. He wanted to make her feel safe and happy. But he knew with the recent news, she wasn't going to be like that. She couldn't be like that.
"He's not hers anymore, Lucas."
A/N – Kinda confused? Well if you are, don't worry. Some chapters will be having flashbacks to fill you in. I sorta just wanted to leave you hanging with this chapter lol.
Let me know what you think of the story!