Brooke's pregnant

"I asked you to stay because I didn't want to do this alone," she softly whispers to you when you start the drive to the **** store, which causes you to sense the panic in her voice as she thinks about what the ramifications would be if she actually was pregnant.

"Brooke...it will be okay...I promise you I'm not going anywhere," you tell her, kissing her in the car as you pull up at the store, offering to go buy the pregnancy test for her.

"I'm a big girl, I can do this myself...as long as you're with me baby..." she whispers as she clings to your arm and walks into the store, immediately buying a pregnancy test and then rushing off to the bathroom to take it.

"Let's go...not in here..." she whispers to you panicky, her voice giving it away as she rushes off with you, waiting until you are back in the car with you to tell you the results.

"I'm-I'm pregnant..." she whispers, collapsing into your arms as you kiss her and try to make her feel better, "and I really am happy for us...but my daddy's going to kill both of us, baby."

"I should be the one to tell him Brooke," you tell her, not quite believing yourself that you are suggesting this, "your his daughter, so if he's going to harm anyone, it'll be me, anyway."

"Yes, but I'm his daughter, so he really should hear it from me," she whispers as she gets it together enough to start driving back to your place, "let's just hope we can both reason with him. Which we might be able to if he knows that you're a fan of his, and that you actually care about me."