Okay, this is the long awaited last chapter of Brooke's Revenge. I am so completely satisfied, but I wanted it done. It was fun writing this story, however. I hope I don't disappoint!

"You are such a cheater!" Brooke giggles, turning her cards over.

"Me?" Lucas laughs. "You have been cheating this whole game! I finally got a good hand, and you accuse me of cheating?" The two both giggle as Lucas starts to gather up the deck of cards.

"I saw you pull that ace out of your sleeve!" Brooke exclaims. "Lucas Scott, I never once thought that you would try to cheat just to beat a pregnant woman! There is really something wrong with you!"

Lucas just laughs while shaking his head. Cards are Brooke's new favorite past time, and he enjoys it. More than anything, he loves watching Brooke laugh. They've come so far since that night in the bathtub, and it's like they're acting like they have a real relationship. Not quite the kind of relationship Lucas wants yet, but he'll take anything these days. They spent that night together in the bed, and ever since they've been talking, laughing, and just getting along so well.

"I'm not che-"

Brooke's expression changes suddenly. "Oh," she squeaks, confusion settling in over her face.

"What?" Lucas asks.

She's silent for a few moments, before she looks up at Lucas. "I either just went to the bathroom all over myself, or my water just broke." And she's calm. Unnervingly calm, and Lucas just wants to scream.

He inhales deeply before standing up. "Okay," he tries to stay as calm as she is. "Okay, we have everything packed, right? I'll just grab that stuff and-"

"Oh no," Brooke moans, squeezing her eyes shut. "Oh no, oh no," she starts to chant.

"What?" Lucas asks, his legs wobbly, barely holding him up.

"Contraction," she speaks through gritted teeth. "Hurry, Lucas. Get the stuff."

Lucas nods, and quickly gathers up the stuff. They've been routine enough times that he knew what to do, but for some reason he stumbled along, tripping over his own feet. It seems like hours before they would arrive at the hospital, and Brooke would be whisked down the hall to the delivery room.

It's four hours later when the high-pitched screaming of an infant is heard. A baby girl with five fingers and five toes. Her skin is rosy pink, her face is wrinkled, and her head is full of pitch-black hair. The doctor sets her on Brooke's tummy, and she can barely see her newborn baby through her tears.

For years she had dreamed of being a mommy. It was what she wanted most in life, but as the neonate rests on her abdomen, she can't help but think that this is not what she's dreamed of.

It's so much more.

Sobs escape past her lips as she grasps the teenie-tiny fingers of her baby. She runs her fingers through her baby's thick, matted hair. She's not crying anymore. Her eyes barely open for only a brief second, but it's long enough for Brooke to see the baby blues behind the eyelids.

"Lucas," she rasps, looking up towards him. "She's beautiful," she whispers.

"She's amazing," Lucas bends down. With one arm rested above Brooke's head, the other reaches over to graze his fingers over his baby's smooth back.

"She's ours."

Lucas' heart soars. It's the first time she's called the baby, their baby. He kisses the top of her head, and can't hold back the tears any longer. The fall freely from his eyes as he watches the love of his life fawn over their child. Their daughter.

"What should we name her?" Brooke asks, and he's caught off-guard. He never thought he'd be allowed to help name their child.

"Something strong," Lucas suggests.

"She's going to be strong," Brooke nods.

"Just like her mom," Lucas nods. "And intelligent."

"Like her dad," Brooke chimes in. "Olivia."

"I love it," Lucas whispers.

"Olivia Rae Scott."

The air leaves Lucas' lungs, and once again tears are cascading down his cheeks. He kisses Brooke on her cheek, then kisses the top of his daughter's head.

"Scott?" He asks, looking at Brooke for the first time since his daughter has been born.

"She's a Scott," Brooke nods.

"I love you," Lucas blurts, not caring that he's not supposed to say it. He presses his lips against hers, and she chuckles.

The nurse comes in, and guides Lucas through Olivia's first bath. Brooke watches with pride, as Lucas awkwardly tries to follow what the nurse tells him to do. He's so nervous about dropping her in the water, he fumbles along. And after the bath, the nurse takes the baby into the nursery to do nurse things while they finish cleaning Brooke up.

They take her to a different room once she's done, and she immediately asks for her child back. Lucas has gone back to the house to retrieve some things they had forgotten in their rush to get there, but while Brooke waits for him to return, and for the nurse to bring her baby back, she pulls out Lucas' book she's almost finished with.

It would be an hour before Lucas would return, and the nurse still had not brought the baby. Brooke got worried, but the nurse assured her that it was only because they were doing normal things, that nurses had to do right after a birth.

"They haven't brought Olivia?" Lucas questions.

"No," Brooke shakes her head.

"Is she okay?" Lucas asks, a bit of panic in his eyes.

"She's fine," Brooke says as though she weren't just worried to tears a few moments before. "I finished your book." Lucas looks up at her, a worried expression on his face.

"What'd you think?" He asks.

"You don't have an ending," Brooke tells him.

"It ended with the main character finally being confident enough with herself to not have to rely on anyone else," Lucas points out.

"I think the real ending is that the leading lady lands the love of her life and lives happily ever after."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hurry Lucas," Brooke pants, "Olivia is going to be awake soon."

Lucas grunts, but pulls down on Brooke's waist, pressing himself farther into her. Her head dips back and moans float past her lips. Her body rocks fast on top of his as she pushes them both forward towards their impending orgasms.

"Brooke," Lucas grunts, gritting his teeth. Her walls clench around him and he feels himself being pulled over the edge. She begs him to, pleads with him. She falls forward, her torso now pressed against his, and her lips press hard against his.

"Lucas, I'm gonna-" she can't finish as a wave a euphoria washes over her, and the same feeling then washes over Lucas. He empties deep within her, and she takes it all in.

She falls to the side of him, and both pant hungrily for air. Lucas rolls over and wraps an arm around his wife. He basks in the sight of his wife's afterglow. She's absolutely amazing, and beautiful.

"We have to get up," Brooke speaks first. "We have to get Olivia up and dressed and ready to go."

"You think it worked this time?" Lucas asks, not ready to get out of bed yet.

"I hope so," Brooke finally looks at her husband. "We've been trying to get pregnant for six months now!"

"I can't wait to see your belly all big again," Lucas rubs his palm over the flat surface of her belly.

"Quit distracting me and get out of bed!" Brooke starts to laugh. "You think you are so smooth, Mr. Scott."

"I don't want to get up," he pulls her closer to him. "We don't have to go back to Tree Hill, you know."

"I miss Naley, and Jamie," Brooke says. "Plus, we haven't even met baby number two yet!"

Lucas frowns at the coldness that engulfs him when Brooke finally gets out of the bed. He follows her, reluctantly, and gets dressed. His wife sure had him wrapped around her little finger.

"Daddy!" And there's the other girl that has him wrapped around her little finger.

"Olivia!" Lucas exclaims, wrapping down as she runs towards him for a hug. His little girl is three, almost four now, and he can't believe how fast time went.

She's the perfect mixture of Brooke and Lucas. Her hair has been blonde most of her short life, but now was growing in dark, so it looked as though her parents allowed her to get her hair highlighted. Her blue eyes shone brightly, just like Lucas', and her cheeks dimpled in the exact same way her mom's did. She's the most beautiful child, and Lucas doesn't think he's biased in saying so.

The rest of the morning, Brooke and Lucas rush around the house gathering last minute items. It's their first time returning to Tree Hill, and they were a little nervous. Four years had quickly gone by, and things had changed so much. Brooke and Lucas got married two years previously. Just a simple wedding with a few of their new friends from Florida.

Slowly, they learned to love and trust each other again, until eventually their love had become so strong that neither found it as a threat to return to Tree Hill, where Peyton still lived. Peyton wouldn't be a threat anymore. Brooke knew she could never have what she once had with her, but they could at least be civil. Lucas loved his wife enough to know that he couldn't have a relationship with her either. And he didn't want to.

As the plane took off, Lucas intertwined his fingers with Brooke's, and looked down at his little girl. It took him a while to realize his dream, but he was living it now. He didn't know how Brooke ever forgave him for what he had done, but somewhere in her heart she had found a new love for him, and every day he thanked her for it.