A/N- So here it is, the FINAL CHAPTER! dun dun dun...lol. A big thank your for your reviews, so read and enjoy xxx
A Brucas Christmas Special
Chapter 7: Merry Christmas
December 10th (three years later)
"Why are there pink baubles near my tree?" Lucas asked, unwrapping the scarf from around his neck as two excited little girls ran up to him, both giggling and thrusting sparkly pink baubles at their father.
"What did you do to my tree girlies?"
"It pretty." They replied in unison, followed close behind by Brooke, who had pieces of silver tinsel strung across her hair.
"Did Mommy let you go shopping?" Lucas asked, bending down to the girls' level in order to talk to them. "Again?"
Three years after Brooke had returned to New York for her photo shoot, she was now living comfortably between there and Tree Hill, with her own clothing line. She and Lucas made sure to spend their holidays in Tree Hill, where their twin daughters could enjoy the snow and Brooke and Lucas knew they could play safely.
Riley and Chloe were now almost two years old, with Brooke's features and personality. Lucas always joked that he couldn't possibly be the father of the girls, not with their Barbie and cheerleading obsession. Brooke being Brooke, she had allowed the girls to watch 'Bring it On' when they were old enough to understand what cheerleading was, and after showing them photos of herself and Lucas back in High School after a game, Riley and Chloe wanted nothing more than to follow in their Mommy's footsteps. But wearing a pink uniform of course.
"I told you your Daddy would love the decorations." Brooke smiled, hoisting Chloe into the air as Lucas picked up Riley.
"Brooke, you're not supposed to lift heavy things." He reminded her, ducking as Riley lost control of the bauble she was holding, almost hitting him in the nose.
"You hear that baby, your Daddy's calling you heavy! And besides Lucas, I'm pregnant, not sick."
"But still…"
"The shopping bags I carry are heavier than her."
"Well then you'll just have to stop buying stuff." He replied with a smirk, knowing full well he could never get Brooke to quit her shopping habit, especially when she insisted on buying the girls just as many clothes as she had. And now that she was pregnant, (with another daughter, much to Nathan's amusement who was now the proud father of two sons,) Brooke had made sure that this baby wasn't deprived of clothes or toys either.
"Daddy help." Chloe instructed pointing to the bare tree which Brooke had fought hard to keep without decorations until Lucas returned home (from the grocery store to buy her liquorice no less.)
"Do we really have to put pink decorations on the tree?" He asked, setting the little girl down after brushing the long brunette hair away from her eyes. "How about red, that's a pretty colour too."
The girls screwed up their noses, both showing disgust without needing to say a word. It was yet another characteristic they had picked up from Brooke, who had also taught her daughters to roll their eyes (although Lucas had tried to get them to stop) and raise an eyebrow (which had taken longer to learn than she had anticipated.)
"Red yucky." Riley replied, waving her pink bauble at Lucas while Brooke simply laughed.
"You've turned them against me and they're not even two!" He hissed at Brooke, who shrugged innocently, handing the girls another bauble each after they placed the previous ones haphazardly on the tree.
"Wait til this one comes along." She giggled, kissing him. "You won't stand a chance."
"Is that a threat?" He asked in mock-worry.
"Nope." Brooke replied, shaking her head. "It's a promise."
Within a few minutes, Riley and Chloe had managed to clutter the bottom of the tree with pink decorations, only to leave the rest bare as they were unable to reach.
"Baby help." Riley said, pointing to Brooke's protruding stomach.
"She can't Ri." Brooke laughed, picking up her giggling daughter. "Maybe next year."
"Hey girls, how about we name the baby Elizabeth?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow at Brooke. If she (and their daughters) could do it to him, he had made sure to master the art of the 'Davis eyebrow raise' much to her annoyance.
"Lucas don't you dare."
"It's a pretty name!"
"And so is Ariana."
"I don't like." Chloe chimed in, making Lucas smile.
"You like the name Elizabeth baby?"
Unfortunately for Lucas, Chloe shook her head sadly. "Barbie!"
"I'm not naming this baby Barbie." He replied. "Sorry Chlo."
"Ken!" Riley squealed, clapping her hands together.
"Yeah Lucas, how about we name your next daughter Ken?" Brooke smirked, tickling the little girl, who was now so excited at the prospect of her little sister being named Ken, that she was unable to keep still.
"You named these two!"
"But that's because I would have wound up with twin daughters named Elizabeth Hope and Imogen Rose! Where do you come up with these names?" Brooke replied, totally forgetting the fact that they were supposed to be decorating the tree. Arguing about baby names was her favourite thing to do right now though, (besides take her girly girls shopping, as she put it) and she had to admit, the name Elizabeth was growing on her. It wasn't that she hated the name, she just wanted her daughter to be named something a little more…trendy.
"We name baby Dora?" Chloe offered, fighting to talk in between her parents constant banter.
"Think of something else baby." Lucas replied gently. "Maybe something that you haven't seen on t.v."
He couldn't help put laugh as Chloe place her finger on her lips, obviously trying hard to think of a name she hadn't seen on one of her favourite shows.
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"You're having a baby in less than two weeks, and you still haven't thought of a name?" Haley asked, laughing as she sipped on a hot chocolate in Karen's café, her own children, (besides her youngest, Cody, who was fast asleep in his stroller) with Nathan, who was also putting up Christmas lights at home.
"Well Lucas likes names that I don't."
"And vice versa?" Haley shook her head smiling, imagining the conversations that went on in Brooke and Lucas' house. She was thankful to have her best girlfriend back again after all of those years apart, and Brooke liked nothing more than to offer bad parenting advice to Haley, who was clearly more disciplined than Brooke in that department.
"I just don't want to name my daughter Elizabeth!"
"Why not? It's a nice name."
"Ariana is better."
"Lucas hates it right?" Haley guessed, and she's guessed correctly by the look on Brooke's face.
"The girls haven't been much help either. They just want to name her Barbie or Dora, or Ken apparently." Brooke sighed into her own hot chocolate. "Maybe I can hypnotise Lucas and trick him into naming her Ariana."
"I don't think that'd work." Haley laughed. "What do you think Karen?"
"I think I'm worried that my grand daughter isn't going to have a name." She replied with a smile. "Did you read the name book I gave you?"
"Yes." Brooke replied, "But all the good names are already taken."
"By who?"
"Me, for Riley and Chloe."
"I told you not to give them two middle names." Haley laughed, rolling her eyes. Only Brooke would name her daughters Riley Alexa Madeleine, and Chloe Olivia Jasmine Scott. Her excuse was that other celebrities named their children obscure things like Peaches and Phinnaeus, so she'd gone one better and given her daughters lots of pretty names.
"That's easy for you to say, Nathan will agree on whatever you want to name your children." Brooke replied, staring at the pool of liquid on hope that it just might give her inspiration. Although a hot brown drink wasn't exactly what most people found inspiring…
"Chocolat!" Brooke exclaimed. "It's French, it's cute and it fits perfectly with Ariana!"
"Ariana Chocolat Scott." Haley mused. "Nice."
"I sense sarcasm."
"That's because I was being sarcastic."
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"Hales was no help with the whole name situation." Brooke pouted into Lucas' chest when she returned home. The girls were occupied with eating some Christmas candy (even though Karen had given Lucas strict instructions never to give his daughters candy until they had at least turned two,) while watching Dora the Explorer, so Brooke was able to snuggle into Lucas, long enough to get comfortable.
Being this pregnant was really taking her toll on her, and Lucas was glad they only had to wait two more weeks until they were parents again. Even though he found Brooke's complaining about the fact that she was fat cute at times, he was beginning to see Nathan's point about women being even more obsessed with their image during pregnancy.
"But babe, you told me that you would never consider Haley's suggestions anyway." he laughed, kissing Brooke's forehead as she pouted once again.
"That's because one of her sons is named Marcus Patrick, and the other one is named Cody Nathaniel!"
"I think it's cute naming him after Nate."
"Well then problem solved, we'll name her Brooke."
"That's not what I meant." Lucas replied chuckling. "Besides, we'll decide on a name soon, promise."
"One that I love?"
"One that you love." He smiled, kissing her once again.
"I can't believe this is our life now." Brooke mused.
"Babe, you say that every year."
"But what if I hadn't have come back? What if you hadn't taken me back?"
"Then we'd have been lonely and bitter forever." He laughed, kissing the frown that had appeared on her forehead.
"Do you think it's fate?" She asked. "Us being together. I mean, we never got married or engaged or anything." And it was true. They hadn't gotten engaged because Brooke had fallen pregnant with Riley and Chloe before Lucas had had chance to look for rings. He'd wanted to, and he'd had every intention of proposing after their daughters were born. But it just hadn't happened.
"Do you want to get married?"
Brooke shook her head smiling. "That's not what I meant." She'd never felt the need to have the big white wedding everyone gushed about. A piece of paper didn't prove her love for Lucas, and a ring on her finger didn't prove his love for her.
"You're different when you're pregnant." Lucas observed.
"Well done broody! I'm one hell of a lot fatter that's for sure."
"I'm not getting into the whole 'you're not fat, you're pregnant' discussion again." He laughed.
"You mean I'm more philosophical?"
"I was going for clingy." Lucas smirked, "But good choice of words babe."
"See? I knew our girls got more from me than their looks."
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December 25th, Christmas Morning
"Hula Barbie!" Chloe shrieked with excitement, waving the boxed doll in the air as Brooke and Lucas watched.
"Well that's exactly what you needed Chlo." Lucas smiled, rolling his eyes at Brooke who had obviously done a lot more Christmas shopping when he hadn't been there to curb her spending. "Another Barbie."
"Me too!" Riley shouted, holding up the doll that she had just unwrapped, and much to Lucas' disappointment, it was yet again, another Barbie. He sometimes wondered whether it was he and Brooke alone that kept the company in business. Nobody could have had as many Barbies as Riley and Chloe, surely…
"I'll hold her." Lucas offered, taking his youngest daughter from Brooke as she joined in the wrapping paper fight with the girls.
Amelia Elizabeth Ariana Scott was now ten days old after arriving almost a week early, and she was nothing short of perfect. Unlike Riley and Chloe when they were newborns, Amelia had had blonde hair and blue eyes, looking entirely like Lucas. But within a few hours of being in the outside world, her eyes were no longer blue, but the exact same brown as Brooke's.
"All babies are born with blue eyes." The nurse had told her after being confronted by a panicking Brooke. "They then turn brown, or green or stay blue. In Amelia's case, they've turned brown."
"So there's nothing wrong with her?" Brooke had asked, calming a little as she looked down at her new daughter, still sporting blonde hair.
"Nothing at all. She looks just like her Daddy." She'd replied. "But with your eyes."
Lucas took pride in the fact that he now had a child that looked like him. He hadn't ever imagined having three little girls and no boys, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.
"We'll be converting you to Barbies soon." Brooke cooed to Amelia, who was disinterested with the whole thing. She was content instead, to wrap her fingers around the dress she was wearing (pink of course) tugging at it as she kicked her legs.
"Not if I can help it." Lucas smiled. "You're a Daddy's girl and you're going to play basketball right?"
"Pink pompoms!" Riley interrupted, causing Brooke to shrug innocently at Lucas, who looked less than thrilled at the skimpy outfits folded with the pompoms.
"Wow! Santa brought you cheerleading uniforms huh?" Brooke chuckled, kissing her girls as they thrust the things at Lucas, who was glad of his own present to his youngest daughter: a basketball.
They spent most of the morning opening presents, Lucas silently telling himself to make sure Brooke didn't spend as much next year. Dressed in matching red skirts, cream roll necks and cream fur wraps teamed with boots and tights, Riley and Chloe stood by the door, ready for Brooke and Lucas to take them to Karen's for Christmas Dinner.
"Karen's going to kill me." Brooke giggled, handing Amelia to Lucas before kissing him briefly. Three children later, they didn't get as many chances to steal kisses any more, especially after Riley had asked what 'horny' was.
"Why?"
"We got Kathryn make up for Christmas."
"Brooke…" Lucas looked at her with one of his 'responsible parent' looks that she hated. "Cheerleading uniforms is as far as our girls go. There's no make up until their thirteen."
"Well there's no telling what Santa might have left them at your Mom's." She giggled, met by a sigh and a roll of Lucas' eyes.
"They're going to be you in high school aren't they?"
"Damn right."
The snow had covered the ground outside, and was still falling pretty heavily as Lucas wrapped a blanket around Amelia, tucking it into the sides of her baby carrier.
"What've you got there?" He asked Brooke, narrowing his eyes at her hands behind her back.
"Mistletoe." She replied, holding it above the two of them as Lucas leaned in towards her, capturing her lips slowly, taking his time to bite down lightly on the bottom, letting his tongue caress it afterwards.
"Mommy!"
They broke away laughing, and as Lucas rested his forehead against Brooke's, he whispered breathlessly, "Merry Christmas."
A/N- Not much to say really, other than this has totally put me in the Christmas spirit, and it is my gift to you all :) There...aren't I good to you:P Perhaps you could give me a gift in return, and review like crazy?
Merry Christmas guys, love Emily-Grace xxx