Brooke tapped her foot impatiently, looking around the busy airport for a glimpse of her favorite blonde. She had been waiting for what seemed like forever for her friend to show up. Brooke was starting to worry that she had backed out last minute. She was just debating pulling her phone out to try and track down the blonde when she heard her name in the distance. Whipping around she saw who she had been waiting for, and damn, she was even more beautiful than the brunette remembered. Feeling herself blush at that thought, she cleared her throat and shook it off before practically strutting up to the blonde woman and wrapping her arms around her waist. Brooke smiled into her warm neck as she felt lanky arms encircle her shoulders. "Peyton," she whispered. 'MY Peyton' she thought to herself.

The blonde pulled back enough to look her friend in the face. Settling her left hand to the brunette's face to softly caress her cheek, she spoke with pure joy showing in her voice, "Brooke." The two girls gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before Brooke linked her left arm with Peyton's right and started to lead her away while speaking excitedly with her. "We're finally here . We're finally home."

"Yea, we are. And there's no one else I'd rather be here with."

"C'mon P. Let's go start our new lives, where we belong."

And the girls walked out arm in arm, ready to face everything together.

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The girls were finally starting to settle into their bed that night after their late arrivals at the airport. Once they had left, Brooke hailed them a cab to the house that she had pre-bought as a surprise for Peyton. The house was just perfect and she thought the blonde would like it and maybe make it a little easier to convince her blonde friend to never leave it. Brooke internally sighed at that thought. But looking over towards her bed mate, she couldn't help but be thankful that she at least had Peyton right here and now. After all, even the best of friends might not drop their whole lives in an instant to come support their friend, whom they hadn't even really talked to in a couple of years. She hadn't even really given her a reason, or any details on the whole situation actually. Peyton didn't even know why Brooke had suddenly wanted to come home, or why she needed her friend to come along. The brunette again sighed to herself, knowing that it probably was a conversation that would come up. And if she still knew Peyton at all, it would come up sooner rather than later.

So here they were. Laying in a bed in their amazing new beach house (which Peyton had loved) Brooke had to smirk at that thought, and wrapped in silence and exhaustion. Brooke had been so happy that she had decided to have had a few basic furnishings shipped out to the house, including their bed. Rolling on her side to see her blonde friend already facing her with half closed eyes, Brooke smiled but didn't speak. The silence actually felt too comfortable to break, but of course it didn't stay long. Peyton broke the barrier when she hoarsely whispered, "Brooke?"

"Yea Peyt?" She whispered back, eyes still on her friend.

"We're gonna talk about this...you know that right?"

"Yea..."

The brunette heard a soft sigh and what she thought was the word 'good' before she felt the taller girl sneak closer to her. She felt a head snuggle into her neck and a warm arm drape over her stomach. She wrapped an arm around the other girl's waist to pull her closer, leaning her head down into dark golden curls, reveling in the familiar feeling. They stayed silent for a few moments, Brooke thinking over everything that had happened recently. The overwhelming feeling of grief started to come back over her and before she knew it, silent tears were running down her face. She tried to stay quiet to not wake the sleeping girl in her arms. More time went by before the saddened girl croaked out "I can't have kids."

"Mmmmm?" Came the questioning moan from the semi asleep form in her arms.

The brunette repeated herself, slightly more sure voiced. " I can't have kids Peyton. I'm sterile"

The blonde leaned up to look at her friends face. Seeing the tears she immediately started wiping them gently with her fingertips, trying to soothe her friend. "Oh Brooke, I'm sure there's some way-"

"NO Peyton," she bit out before crying more. "The doctors told me something is wrong with my eggs. I will never be able to have kids!"

"Brooke, a lot of people can't have kids. I'm sure you'll still find someone who'll still love you. A husband wouldn't-"

"I don't want a husband!" She cut the blonde off again. "I just want a baby! I just wanted a baby!" She sobbed out, now sitting up and leaning into her friend, who cradled her in her arms, trying to make her feel better. " I wanted a baby, so I went to a clinic and they have you do a bunch of tests first, and I failed. I can't even do that right! I can't even adopt! They won't give a baby to a single woman who works as much as I do and doesn't have the perfect fucking white picket fence family!" She balled out, clinging to Peyton.

The blonde just held her to her, shushing her and softly brushing nimble fingers through chestnut hair. After awhile the girl in her arms started to calm and she decided to take a risk and say what was bouncing around in her head. "Brooke, why did you want a baby?"

After a few moments of nothing, Peyton began to think she wasn't gonna get an answer. Then the brunette whispered sadly, "I wanted a family. I wanted my own family. Someone I could love and spoil and give the world to. I wanted someone to depend on and be proud of me. I wanna teach them how amazing life can be, how amazing they can be. I just wanna love someone and have them love me back. I want that family. I want a baby to love and raise..." She sniffles again.

Peyton stayed silent for a moment before taking a deep breathe and saying those life changing words, "Brooke...I'll have your baby."

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"...what?" Came the shocked whisper from the brunette in her arms. She leaned up and backed away from her friend enough so she could look her straight in the face.

"I'll have your baby Brooke."

"But, Peyton...that's, no. I can't ask you to do that."

"And you didn't ask. I offered."

"But...why" the brunette whispered back sounding as though she was about to cry.

Peyton scooted over to Brooke and wrapped her arms tightly around her, planting a chaste kiss to the girl's temple. She gently rubbed her friend's back as she went on to explain.

"Brooke, we have been best friends for almost our whole lives. I love you, so much, probably more than anyone else. I would do anything for you. I'd even give my life for yours. So if I can help give you the baby you want, then awesome. I'll happily get fat and cranky for nine months and go through horrible delivery pains for a few hours if it all gives you some kind of happiness for the rest of your life. I just want you to be happy in everything you do in life. So if this will make you happy than I am more than willing to do it. But you have to let me help you. That's what best friends are for, when you can't do something by yourself, you ask them for help."

"I don't think most best friends would be willing to get knocked up for each other."

"Well then, you should just keep in mind how awesome your best friend really is." Peyton replied with a slight giggle.

Brooke smiled back some and before she thought about it, leaned forward to give the blonde a soft kiss. When it ended she leaned her forehead to the blonde's and whispered "Peyt, are you sure you're okay with this?"

Whispering back, "of course. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't. I just have one condition"

"Hmmm?"

"I better be the favorite, coolest aunt, always, even when I'm old and lame."

Both girls giggled and fell back into the bed. The brunette now taking the blonde into her arms and holding her close, as though she was the most precious thing in the world. She couldn't help the grin that was spreading on her face or the excitement that was starting to bubble inside her. She was gonna get a baby. She was getting her own baby. She tried not to be too happy about the fact that she'd also in a way be getting Peyton's baby. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be lucky enough to end up having Peyton for awhile too.

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Okay, so before there's lots of questions, yes these are the first three chapters of the old version smashed together. So if it's over familiar, that's why. All the new stuff will be starting next chapter, which is in the writing process. ;) will definitely have it up this weekend and I hope I will be hearing from you all. Would love to read reviews of what you all think of the changes as we go! Thanks again and as always happy reading!

I do not own any of One Tree Hill or it's characters