So school and work have been crazy. We've had some people quit so we all now have even more hours. This hasn't really left me much time to write, and I apologize for that. I am working on new chapters for all of my series. So again, sorry for the delay. Thanks everyone for the continued support and I do hope you enjoy this. And as always, don't forget to REVIEW or pm if you want!

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"PEYTON, you'll never believe how horrible my day has been!" The brunette called out as soon as she entered the foyer to their home. She kicked off her shoes by the door and dropped her purse and sketchbook lazily on the side table by the door. Brooke looked down the hall, looking to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend, but was disappointed when she saw nothing.

"Peyt?" She called out again. After once again getting no response, the designer huffed and moved tiredly through the house. "Peyton! C'mon baby, where are you? I could really use someone to vent to!"

"Hang on Brooke! I'll be right down!"

Brooke only glanced towards the stairs for a second before deciding to just meet her girlfriend up there. Plus, she really wanted to get this tight dress off and just get into some comfortable clothes. The brunette came into their bedroom just as the blonde exited their bathroom. Immediately relieved, Brooke started to vent, paying no mind to the fact that Peyton was only dressed in a satin white robe that was just too short and too low cut to not be taken as sexy.

"Peyt, why does that witch always come in and ruin my good days?" The fashionista whined and threw herself facedown on the bed. Peyton sat down next to her and rubbed her back comfortingly, which only seemed to spur the upset woman on. "I was having such a good day. This morning with you was wonderful, I got to the store and Millie already had everything opened and set up for the day, she even brought me my special roast from Starbucks! And everything was going so well, and the Bitchtoria shows up and starts going on and on about sales ratings and pressuring me about the fall lines and...and ugh! I was feeling so good about everything, and now she's got me all flustered!" The brunette moaned pitifully into her pillow.

"Aw B. Baby, calm down. There's nothing to be stressed about. Don't let that mother of yours ruin your good days. Nothing she says is worth crying over, and if it makes you feel better, I'll go kick her ass right now."

"You'd do that for me?" Brooke asks, her usual confidence missing.

Smiling down at her lover, Peyton tells her surely, "Brooke Davis, when have I not jumped your mother's ass about the way she treats you."

A small smile finally broke onto the fashion designer's face. "You always do love jumping down her throat." She mumbled as she turned her face sideways to see her girlfriend.

"No, I LOVE you. That just means I have to protect you from everything, including the wicked witch of the west." Peyton said with a small nod.

Brooke's smile widened and she moved to hold onto one of Peyton's hands, enjoying the warmth they shared. "I love you too baby. How'd I get so lucky to have you? You always make everything better for me P. Sawyer."

Peyton smiled gently, softly moving some stray hair behind Brooke's ear before leaning down to press a kiss to the girl's temple. "Trust me Brooke Davis. I'm the lucky one. And you're always saving me, so the least I can do to repay you is take care of you." She whispered softly to her, pressing one last kiss into smooth chocolate locks. She leaned up and cleared her throat slightly. "And speaking of taking care of you, I have a surprise for you."

Immediately, it was like everything with Victoria had been forgotten. Cocoa eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned up to face the other girl completely now.

"Surprise!? Oh what is it? Is it something yummy!?"

Peyton laughed at her girlfriend's eagerness. "Easy there tiger, you just get undressed and meet me in the bathroom."

"Ooh so it's like that huh?" She asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

Peyton only laughed and shook her head. She moved to enter their bathroom, only stopping to throw back, "don't take too long you goof."

It barely seemed like a minute later when the brunette came rushing into the bathroom.

"Alright P. Ready or no-" the words froze on her tongue as she got a look at their bathroom. Warmth and feelings of love swelled her chest as she turned her head to look at her blonde. "Peyt- this is-you didn't have to-"

"No, but I wanted to," the blonde cut her off. "I had already called the store to ask you about date night tonight-"

"Oh my god! I forgot! And I came home bitching about my mother! Oh, baby I'm sor-"

"Uh uh, don't. Now let me finish. So I called there. Millie answered and said that you had already stormed out after another Bitchtoria incident. So I figured we'd stay in tonight and I could spend the night cheering you up."

The brunette could feel tears collecting in her eyes as she listened to Peyton explain why their bathroom looked like a spa. Taking it all in, it once again hit her how amazing the blonde truly was. Not being able to speak too much, for fear her voice would crack, she let out a simple and heartfelt, "thank you."

Peyton only smiled and ushered her into the tub. Once Brooke was in and being careful to not sit on any of the rose petals floating on the water's surface, Peyton moved to light the numerous candles situated around the room. Lastly, she shut the light off and turned the radio in their bedroom onto a soft jazz station, keeping the volume low enough that it would just be audible in the bath. She walked back into the bathroom doorway and was happy to see Brooke relaxing with her eyes shut and her head resting on the back of the tub where a rolled up towel had been thoughtfully placed for just that reason.

"Okay baby, I'll be right downstairs if you need me so just holler."

"You aren't joining me?" The disappointment was clear in her voice.

Smiling at her lover's adorable pout, she shook her head. "Not this time sweetie. I have something I have to do. So you just relax and enjoy and whenever you feel good and ready, you can come out. Now just rest honey."

That's how the next little while passed. Brooke enjoying her relaxing bath and Peyton moving quietly through the house, doing this and that. Eventually Brooke sighed as she felt the water lose it's warmth. After a chill shot through her, she soaked in the last little bit of relaxation from the serene atmosphere before lifting the plug and letting the water run out. Slipping on her road and wrapping her hair in a towel, she blew out the candles and moved into the bedroom.

Another smile slipped onto her lips when she saw that her. Favorite satin pajama shorts and tang top had been neatly folded on the bed, obviously left out for her to change into. After getting into her pj's and sitting on the bed to put her favorite lotion on, she moved downstairs to see what Peyton was up to.

"Peyt?" She whispered I to the dark living room. She looked around confused. The whole downstairs was dark and quiet but she had been sure the blonde hadn't been upstairs. The brunette flicked on the light and her eyes widened once again at what she saw. "Peyton?"

Brooke watched as a head full of blonde curls popped out from behind one of the blankets, a proud smile on the slim woman's face. "Yes?" She asked innocently.

"You wanna explain why all of our furniture has decided to accumulate in the living room, along with what I'm assuming is every sheet in the house?"

Peyton blushed this time before crawling out of her hiding place on her hands and knees, standing and walking over to her girlfriend. "First of all, it's not ALL of the furniture. And second of all, I thought it'd be fun. We can't make a snow fort, so I did the next best thing." She said now looking at her feet, wondering if this maybe was a little too childish.

Brooke's eyes glanced back over the living room, taking in how the living room furniture and what she assumed was some of the dining room chairs, had been moved. Various sheets and blankets covered them, creating a tent almost as big as their whole living room. Obviously, a lot of work had been out in to create such an epic blanket fort. She eyed her girlfriend.

"Well are there snacks?"

A huge smile took over the blonde's face. She nodded before throwing in, "and the portable DVD player. I even got you favorite movies. And there's P.F. Chang's waiting for you in there. Might be a few magazines too. And of course some wine."

"Peyton Sawyer, you spoil me!" She blushed again. Brooke smiled lovingly at her, grabbing her hand to pull her into the fort. Hours later, they laid cuddled in a massive pile of pillows and plush blankets, random bags of snacks and an empty bottle of wine scattered around them. The Princess Diaries continued to play on the small screen, completely forgotten by the two girls.

Brooke laid in Peyton's arms, resting her head on the taller girl's chest. The brunette reveled in the way the blonde's body heat escaped through her cotton night shirt. She felt the arms around her tighten before letting out a sigh. "Thank you Peyton."

"It's what I'm here for Brooke." She answered, knowing exactly what her brunette was referring to. "I love you, so much baby. And I'll continue to love you forever."

The brunette only smiled into the smooth skin beneath her lips, happy to let those words and the steady rhythm of her love's heart beat lull her to sleep. In the back of her mind, she knew that no matter what, even if Victoria did her worst, as long as she had Peyton...everything would be okay. And Brooke already had plans to make Peyton her's forever, all the blonde had to do was say yes.