Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20151213041732

Note: BABY. BABY. BABY. Okay thanks this is terrible have fun.

...~*~... Brooke sat on the couch in her mother’s apartment and watched holiday programs on the television. Her mom was in the kitchen baking some desserts for the two of them. Brooke was going to help her mom, but Tamara kept telling Brooke to sit down and relax. Her baby was supposed to come any day now and Tamara simply wanted her daughter to get some rest and not stress herself out. Brooke claimed that baking was the last thing that was going to cause her stress. Brooke had also been staying at Tamara’s apartment for the past week or so. Ever since Paige had moved into the apartment, Brooke had to deal with the two lovebirds be disgusting all of the time. Over the past couple of months, she had walked into the apartment and caught them on the couch one too many times. Because of this, Brooke had started spending the night at Holly’s apartment or Tamara’s. She was rarely ever at her own apartment. Brooke was planning on also moving out soon. For now she was just going to stay with her mom. She was also going to stay there for the first couple of weeks after her son was born. She was already apartment hunting and looking for a place closer to her job in Blackwood Mountain. Brooke was planning on either moving out there or somewhere in Barfield.

Brooke glanced over the couch and back towards Tamara. “Are you sure you don’t need help, mom?” she asked.

“I’m sure,” Tamara answered, stirring the cake mix in the bowl.

“I can help you clean up,” Brooke said, already slowly standing up from where she was on the couch. She made her way over to the kitchen area and grabbed one of the dirty bowls to wash in the sink.

“I got that,” Tamara said. She tried to grab the bowl from Brooke, but she was already walking away with the bowl to the sink. “Fine. You can clean it.”

Brooke smirked triumphantly and began to clean the bowl. Her mom brought over a few other things for Brooke to clean. Afterwards, Brooke sat on a barstool by the kitchen counter. She started eating the remainder of the cake mix that was in the bowl. Brooke grabbed onto the bowl and started walking back to the couch to sit down and finish eating the mix. After only a few steps, she gasped as she realized her water broke. “Mom!” she exclaimed, turning around to where her mom still was in the kitchen. “Mom, I think… I think I’m going into labor.”

“Oh my god!” Tamara stopped everything she was doing. She was about to leave the kitchen, but stopped and turned off the oven. “You stay right there,” she told Brooke. She ran into the spare room Brooke had been sleeping in and grabbed the bag Brooke had packed with everything she could possibly need. The two women quickly hurried out of the room and to the car. Tamara sped to the hospital and helped Brooke get inside the building.

At around six in the morning, Brooke finally gave birth to her son, Dakota Lee Vincent. She was ready to go to sleep, but also wanted to stay up to just look at Dakota for hours and hours. Her mom was sitting in a chair next to her and looking down at Dakota, who was being held by Brooke. “Here, you can hold him,” Brooke told Tamara, holding Dakota out towards her. Brooke smiled when she saw her mom holding Dakota. “He’s beautiful,” Brooke said, looking over towards him.

“He really is,” Tamara agreed. “I’m already thinking of the many, many ways that I’m going to spoil him rotten.”

Brooke laughed lightly. “Good. You definitely need to do that,” she told her mom.

Brooke tried to relax by letting out a deep, long breath. She closed her eyes for a few short seconds, before having to open them once again to look over at Dakota. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Tamara noticed this and placed Dakota back in Brooke’s arms. Brooke smiled down at him.

“You should get some rest,” Tamara told Brooke.

“Maybe.”

Tamara laughed and shook her head. “There is no maybe. There is only a yes.”

“Okay, mom,” Brooke said, also laughing.

“And happy birthday, honey,” Tamara said, leaning down to kiss Brooke on the top of her head.

Brooke’s eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she said. “It’s my birthday. That means…”

“Yeah, it does.”

“When he’s a teenager, he will have absolutely no excuse to not remember my birthday.”

Tamara laughed. “He definitely won’t forget about it,” Tamara said.

“Oh, mom,” Brooke said, suddenly remembering something else. “Call or text Holly and let her know. I’m sure she’ll want to come by sometime today.”

“Of course, honey. Now, get some rest.” 