*Brooke's POV*
I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room that was filled with giant bouquets of every kind of flower, balloons, and many stuffed animals in all sorts of different sizes. I lifted my head up and saw my flat stomach under a white cotton blanket.
I panicked as I remebered what had happened. I had been kidnapped and now my babies were gone! I started to thrash around as I tried to untangle myself from the blanket. I felt a resistance coming from my arm and saw an IV connecting me to a bag that was periodically dripping clear liquid into my arm.
"Shhh, Brooke. Calm down, my love," I heard next to my head.
I stopped moving as I turned to see Jimmy leaning over me with his trademarked beautiful smile. I relaxed as I returned the smile. "Oh it's you! Jimmy, where am I? Where are the babies? Where's Drew?"
My husband's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Drew? Why would you ask about him at a time like this?"
I shook my head. "He kidnapped me! He stole me out of the doctor's parking lot!" I exclaimed and I could hear the heart moniter's beeps get faster.
Jimmy covered my hand with his. "No he didn't, Brooke. You fell and hit your head causing you to pass out. Gave me a scare, I might add. The doctor had to give you an emergency c-section, but the babies are fine. You can see them if you want."
I nodded and smiled. "Oh, Jimmy," I said.
I felt a hot sting across my face and my eyes flew open.
A dream! It had all been a dream! I must have spoken in my sleep and...Drew hit me?!
I turned my face to the other side to find Drew sitting close and glaring at me. "How dare you speak of him! I am your husband, not him," he exclaimed then his face got soft. "I'm sorry, my Brookie. I'm sorry I hit you. But I will not tolerate you dreaming of him. He is your past and I am your future."
My eyes grew wide as I stared at him. What was he talking about?! "You couldn't be more wrong, Drew! Jimmy is my future!"
I looked around me to find that I was in a dimly lit room that was occupied by the queen sized bed I was on, a dresser, and a nightstand that held a small lamp which was the only illumination in the room. Covering the windows was a thick curtain and it was drawn tight so not even a tiny sliver of light could enter the room.
I lifted my head and saw my huge stomach covered by a light, flowered blanket. I was dressed in a frilly, blue night gown and when I tried to move any of my limbs, I found that I had been tied to the bed.
I felt my heart beat quicken as I started to panic. Drew had kidnapped me! I was tied to a bed next to a crazy person and I was eight months pregnant! What if I entered early labor? What if Jimmy never found me? Would I ever see my familly again?
I could feel both of the babies kicking and I winced in pain. They didn't like my mood right now. I was trying to calm down when I saw Drew move and reach his hand out.
He laid his hand on my protruding stomach and started to rub gently. "Shhhh, my babies, shhhh. It's alright, daddy's here. You need to calm down. You're hurting mommy."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Not nearly as much as Jimmy is going to hurt you when he finds you. Now get your hand off of me, you fucking lunatic."
Drew pulled his hand away and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Tsk tsk, Brooke. You need to watch your language. Do you really want Kaitlyn and Drew Jr to copy what you say?"
Wait...what?! He had named my children? I had known Drew for a very long time but I had never known he would go to these kind of lengths.
"Why am I here, Drew? Why did you kidnap me?" I said sighing. I had to know why he was doing this to me.
Drew smiled at me and ran his hand through my hair the best he could since I was laying down. I jerked my head away and he sighed. "Because I love you Brooke. I couldn't let Jimmy keep you. He's not what you or your children need. He is a bad influence." He leaned back in his chair and placed his left hand on his chin. I looked at his hand in surprise when I noticed the wedding band with "Brooke" engraved into it that Jimmy had worn before we had gotten our tattoos. That meant...he had been in our house?!
Drew saw me staring at his hand. He looked down at it and smiled. "Oh. You see the band huh? Yeah, I knew Jimmy didn't deserve this right along with not deserving you."
I rolled my eyes. "How could you possibly say you love me, Drew? You broke into my house, you kidnapped me, and now you have tied me to a bed!"
Drew shook his head and leaned forward. "You don't understand, Brooke. I stole you away BECAUSE I love you. I couldn't watch Jimmy get something I had always wanted. I am better than he is! I am the one who deserves you." He ran his hand down my cheek, I pulled back as far as I could, and his face fell. "You'll learn to love me. You and the babies. We will all be happy here."
I turned my face away from him and he sighed again. I heard him stand up and move across the room. "I'll go get you something to eat. Have to keep those babies strong," Drew said as he opened then shut the the door behind him.
I turned my head back to stare at the door he had just left through. I tried to pull free of the restraints but all it was doing was causing me pain. After five minutes of that, I gave up with a groan. I had to get out of here! I started to move back and forth until I felt my babies kick again and I quickly calmed down.
Women could go into early labor due to stress and I did NOT want that to happen. I took a deep breath and flexed my hands, trying to keep my cool.
While flexing my hands, I felt something strange on my left hand and I stopped. I looked down and saw a silver wedding band with "Drew" engraved on it covering my "Jimmy" tattoo on my ring finger. I threw my head back on the pillow and sighed in defeat.
I could feel tears run down my face as I started to cry. I was missing Jimmy and my boys. I just wanted to go home.

*Drew's POV*
I walked into the kitchen to find my older brother, Carl, sitting at the bar with his feet propped up on the counter. He was whistling some unrecognizable tune and reading a Guns & Ammo magazine.
I groaned in disgust when I saw him and pushed his feet off the bar. "Keep your dirty feet off my custom granite counter tops, you inconsiderate baffoon."
Carl sat up straight and pointed a finger at me. "Hey! I ain't no monkey!"
"Baffoon, not baboon, you moron," I said and ran a hand through my hair when I saw his confused look. Out of the two, I had the brains but he was bigger and stronger than me. "Look, Brooke is upstairs and I have to make her some food."
Carl rose an eyebrow at me. "Yeah, and? I was hoping to have a go at her once those twerps are out of her."
I felt the rage grow inside of me, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, I reached out and pushed him backwards causing him to fall back in the chair and land with a loud thud against my kitchen tile. "Don't you EVER refer to Brooke as if she were a piece of ass for you! She is the woman I love and you will not touch her. As for the 'twerps', I am considering them to be mine now so hold your tongue."
Carl quickly stood and clenched his hands in fists as he glared me down. "I helped you snatch the bitch, the least you could do is let me have a piece of the reward."
I rolled my eyes and walked past him to make Brooke some soup. "I told you that I would pay you, Carl, and I will. But once you get your money, I want you out of here and I never want to see you again."
"But you're my brother, Drew," he said, coming up behind me. "You're going to see me sooner or later. So just give me my money and I'll be on my way."
I shook my head as I turned to face him. Carl and I had always shared similiar features, and we were around the same height, but I lacked in muscle just as much as he lacked in brains. "I can't do that yet. Do you think that idot Jimmy and his moron patrol won't try to find me? I need you around to help me move her tonight after I've gotten her to sleep."
Carl shrugged and grabbed an apple off the counter, making his way towards the back door. "Fine. I'll be back tonight, but if I don't get exactly five grand, I'm taking her for my own."
After he was gone, I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and looked down at the ring I had told Carl to steal from Brooke's house. I knew what I was doing was wrong and crazy to say the least, but I loved her. I had never loved anyone as much as I loved that woman.
The two years we had been together was the best time of my life. She was funny, beautiful, strong and she had seemed to really love me. And even then I knew Sullivan loved her. I could see it in the way he looked at her.
I was so happy with her and she had been happy with me so I was going to propose to her. I had bought the ring and had gotten reservations at her favorite restaraunt. I had it all planned and then she announced she was going away for college and wouldn't be home for two years. It had broken my heart when she had told me she had to end our relationship.
Those two years, I focused on being the best damn lawyer I could so that when she came back, I could support her and make her happy. I had tried to date but it never felt the same. I needed Brooke.
Finally she came home and I immediately tried to get her back, but I could see in her eyes that day that she thought of me only as a friend if even that. She was grown now and had no place in her life for me.
Then I heard that Jimmy had officially swept her off her feet and I was a forgotten memory. Well I refuse to go down like that. I have to have her or my life has no meaning anymore.
So I will make her love me and I will raise those babies as my own because I deserve to have a happy life, don't I? And it won't be happy if I don't have Brooke in it.
I finished Brooke's meal and took it upstairs to find her sleeping again. It was probably the drugs I had given her to calm her down. I sighed as I placed the food on the table and sat next to her watch her sleep.
She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and nobody, especially James Sullivan, was going to take her from me again.

Notes

Alright, here you go, guys. I know it's kind of late but I started writing another story on another fanfic site.
And thanks to my sister, Miss Jimmy Sullivan, for giving me the idea to write part of this in Drew's POV.
Comments and cookies, my loves <3