**HEYYYY YAAAA. Like the title states, this might or might not be a new story about Brock. If it ends up turning into something, it'll be slow coming and will be more of a short story with like 10 parts or so (i said that about this book and now I have 29 chapters written lol @ me). Lemme know what you think - PS NOT EDITED LITERALLY AT ALL LOL JUST THREW IT TOGETHER IN LIKE AN HOUR!

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE EIGHT YEARS FROM THE DATE IN THIS STORY. DON'T ASK ME WHAT AGE EVERYONE IS IN THE COMMENTS BECAUSE I'M GOING TO ANSWER IT HERE (I put a lot of thought into this lol): Scar is 34, evan is 29, first child is 6 (Greyson), second child is 4 (Harper), evan is seven and a half months pregnant with third child (Cooper). Knox is now 51, Poppy is 47, Brock is 26, Troy and Aurora are now 27 and have two kids that are 7 years old (Daxton and Payton) and a little girl (Paisley) that's 2 and a half. Ellie is also 29 and Beckett is 35 they have two kids, one is 8 (Knox the second) and the other is four (Elijah).** 

Brock's POV

"Sir, your sister is on line one for you." Melody mumbled while peeking her head into my office. She was a good assistant, don't get me wrong, but it made me fucking irate when she constantly tiptoed around me. It'd been this way ever since I hired her. The only reason I kept her around was because she was married and therefore didn't flirt with me like all the others did.

"Just take a message, Mrs. Lane. I'm busy at the moment." I said, brushing off the phone call as I opened up a new spreadsheet and began working on plugging some figures in.

"She said to tell you that it's urgent. She refuses to leave a message and wait for a call back." She replied, her face looking worried as she awaited my reply on baited breath. I was known to have an awful temper when things didn't go my way, especially at work. I worked day and night to ensure that everything went exactly according to plan - though I guess family is much different than work in essentially every way.

I sighed deeply before nodding and waving her off. She looked relieved to leave the room as she rushed away.

"Hello?" I mumbled into the receiver as I balanced the phone between my head and shoulder while continuing to type away.

"Brock, why have you been screening my calls? I've been trying been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now." Evan's angry, but exhausted voice accused through the receiver.

"I know. I'm sorry, I've just been really busy with work and everything." I answered evasively. I could hear her upset sigh on the other end, immediately making me feel guilty.

"Brock, you promised you would be here. None of us have seen you in two years. The kids keep asking about you. Greyson barely remembers you and Harper doesn't even know who you are anymore when I show her pictures. If you're not here for Cooper's birth like you swore you would be when we found out I was pregnant, I'll never forgive you." She threatened, causing me to push myself away from my desk and rub the bridge of my nose.

"Evan, please-"

"No! Don't you fucking do this! You've chosen work and casual flings with whores you meet in the club over your family and everyone is sick and tired of it. Mom doesn't even smile at Thanksgiving or Christmas anymore because she's too busy being worried sick about you, but you don't even care do you? You're damn lucky you're the baby of the family otherwise it'd be a whole other story. Just don't...don't do this. Not this time." She begged, ending her rant on pleading tone rather than one of aggression and anger.

"I'll be there, alright? I said I would be! When are you due again?"

"A month and a half." She deadpanned, clearly angry with me for not remembering the date. I quickly scribbled it down on the post it in front of me while mumbling a quick okay and I love you. My heart weighed heavily in my chest when she huffed at my words.

"You don't act like it." She shot back before hanging up the phone. I stared at the device in bewilderment before resting it back on its hook and leaning back in my chair. I swiveled around to look out of the large glass windows behind me at the view I payed a pretty penny for.

I fucking hate this city I sneered to myself in my head. I was excited for moving here right out of college, but now is a completely different story. I don't know what everyone bragged so much about this city - the one they claimed never slept. It was dirty, smoggy, filled with drug addicts and criminals, if you ended up on the bad side of town there was a stripper at practically every corner, there wasn't a single tree in sight unless you made the fucking trek to central park, everyone here was rude, and all it seemed anyone ever cared about was money.

I missed home more than anything. No one would ever believe me if I said that, but it was the truth. Even though we lived in a big town, it felt a hell of a lot smaller than this shit hole. I missed morning breakfasts at the diner with my family. I missed kissing my mom on the cheek before I went anywhere and throwing a ball around in the backyard with my dad when I got a free chance. I missed joking around with my sisters and playing with my nieces and nephews.

I missed it all so much, but it only served as a reminder of what I would never have. A family of my own. And all of it was the fault of no one but myself.

I heaved a deep sigh before turning off my computer for the night and shoving the rest of the not yet documented papers away into the filing cabinet for me to complete tomorrow. Right now, all I wanted was a strong drink and some greasy pizza. And maybe some female company...just maybe.

I dozed off as my cab driver weaved in and out of the city's traffic as my headache began to pound even harder against my skull. Fuck, I need to find a way to work from home so I can move. I knew my father's offer of becoming a co-owner of the family company with Beckett would always be on the table, but that would mean being back under the constant scrutiny of my family and I wasn't sure that was something I could handle again. Screening calls wouldn't be an option anymore, they'd just show up where I lived.

Entering my loft apartment, I threw my briefcase across the room where it bounced on my couch before tumbling to the floor. I ignored the fact that the damn thing popped open and papers flew everywhere as I rooted around my cupboards for my favorite whisky.

Pouring a glass on the rocks, I finished it in a few quick gulps before refilling the cup. I watched the few ice cubes I'd dropped in float around in the amber liquid while deciding that getting drunk wasn't such a good idea and opted for nursing this glassful instead of downing it like the last.

Sauntering into my living room, I plopped down on the couch rested my elbows on knees as I swirled the glass in my hand. The room was silent except for the clinking of my ice cubes. Studying my apartment, I now knew what all those women meant when they said that it was cold. They weren't wrong. I had chosen not to add a single touch of myself into the decor when I moved in. This place would never feel like home to me, so why try? Everything was so fucking modern - black and whites with hues of olive green here and there. This was nothing like how my mother decorated our home.

There wasn't a single thing out of place, almost as if I didn't truly live here. It looked more like a fancy show apartment than anything else. Picking up my phone, I dialed the little pizzeria just down and around the corner from my apartment before pulling at my tie and heading for my bedroom. I just needed a shower to clear my head, that's all. Today had been a particularly shitty day at work. When I first started college, I figured I'd just follow in Ellie's footsteps and become an accountant as she had because her job really didn't seem all that hard. Boy was I in for a fucking surprise.

I wouldn't say I hate my job, but the thought of doing what I did today for the rest of my life really gives me a limp fuckin dick.

I'd just turned on the water shower when I heard the muffled sound of knocking. Shit, that was fast. I should probably give the kid a good tip. I pulled my boxers back on before lightly jogging towards the door, grabbing my wallet from my work slacks as I went. I propped the door open so that it was just ajar while I ruffled around inside my wallet for a fifty.

"How much was the total, man?" I asked as I pulled out the wadded bill, finally looking up when I received no answer. I was taken aback when I saw who was actually standing in front of me.

"Elaina?" I rasped out breathily, my shock registering on my face and in my tone.

"Yeah, hi." She huffed back, clearly not happy to be standing here talking to me. My eyes bulged out of my head when I caught her hand flicker to her stomach - which I just now happened to notice was large and protruding.

"Look, I know I said I never wanted to see you again, and I still stand by that statement, but we need to talk." She asserted when I had yet to reply. I wordlessly stepped back so that she could squeeze into my apartment, feeling her engorged belly graze against my lower stomach as she did.

I made a move to close the door, but someone hollered for me to keep it open.

"Hey Brock, how you doing man?" The familiar teen asked, flashing me a smile full of metal. I'd been seeing Nolan at least once a week, if not more, for the past two years now. The poor fucker had some of the worst acne I'd ever seen, and his voice cracked every time he talked, but I kept telling him that when he got older he'd be a stud. I wasn't so sure if I believed that myself, but at least it gave him hope.

"I'm good Nolan, keep the change buddy." I murmured as he glanced next to me at Elania in all her annoyed glory while taking the cash from me.

"Hey thanks man. Have a good night!" He beamed before handing me my pizza and darting away. I chuckles lightly while shaking my head and turning to face the one woman who probably hated me the most in this world. She opened her mouth to speak, but her stomach rumbling loudly cut me off.

"When was the last time you ate?" I asked skeptically as her cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

"Last night, listen we really need to talk." She exasperated while trying to rub her rumbling stomach to soothe it.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Elaina? It's almost eight o'clock and night and you haven't had anything to eat all day?" I ranted, my gaze going back and forth between her face and her baby bump.

"I'm doing my best, okay? Freaking Christ! Just let me say what I need to so I can get the fuck out of here before your next conquest arrives!" She shrieked with a stamp of her foot. I fought the smirk that was threatening to pull at my lips at the action. It was a signature move of hers that I used to tease her relentlessly for.

"I don't have anyone coming over tonight, thanks, but we aren't speaking until you've eaten." I ordered, causing that familiar challenging look in her eyes to appear. "Don't even bother fighting me on this." I barked when I saw she was about to retaliate. She huffed once more in anger before crossing her arms over her chest and following me into my kitchen and taking a seat at one of my barstools. I dished out four large slices of pizza onto a plate before sliding it across the countertop to her.

"I don't need this much food." She complained while eyeing me with disdain. I chose not to humor her clear attempt at trying to get me to argue with her. Ignoring her glare, I pulled another slice from the box before devouring it in four large bites. Neither one of us spoke as we ate, just sat in the awkward silence with the only sound being our chewing.

"Thank you." She whispered out before pushing the now empty plate back towards me. "How's your mom doing?" She said, making a futile attempt at small talk.

"The kids mine, isn't it?" I questioned with a knowing look. She took in a deep breath before nodding one in response, avoiding all eye contact with me.

"Look, I know shit ended badly between the two of us but I just...I couldn't get rid of it. Sorry, her. I couldn't get rid of her." She murmured, her hand never leaving the top of her stomach as if always reassuring herself that she was indeed pregnant.

"You told me you were sterile. This is why we never used condoms." I growled out accusingly. Obviously I was angry - more at her than the situation. I fucking hate being lied to.

"I am! Or at least my doctor thought I was. I was never supposed to be able to get pregnant. This was never supposed to happen, but then it did and I wasn't going to give up the once in a lifetime opportunity to have a child of my own. I've always wanted to be a mother, even if you're the father." She spat, as if that sentence alone left a bad taste in her mouth.

"How far along are you?" I asked, knowing absolutely nothing about women and how they look at what month and all that confusing bullshit.

"Four months give or day a week or so." She said while playing with her fingers as if they were the most interesting thing ever.

"And when did you find out you were pregnant?" I ground out. She glanced at me apprehensively, as if knowing I wasn't going to like the answer. I probably wasn't.

"About three months ago." She whispered out, voice barely audible. She flinched back and I chucked my empty plate against the wall, shattering it into pieces as well as damaging the drywall.

"And you thought it would be a jolly good fucking idea to only tell me just now? Why now, huh? Why not just fucking keep me out of the kids life for forever?" I yelled, hurt more than anything that it took her so long to tell me.

"I don't know let me think of a few good fucking reasons! Firstly you're a fucking man child who doesn't care about anyone other than himself, secondly you can't be with someone for more than two weeks without getting bored, and thirdly you have the world's worst fucking temper case and point!" She screamed back, getting all up in my face. My chest heaved up and down rapidly as I tried to calm myself just to prove her wrong. It wasn't the breathing excersizes that was helping so much as the worn out, exhausted look on her face as she slumped back down on the barstool.

"I think it's time I left now." She murmured before pushing herself up, her forearms shaking with exertion.

"Do you still live in that fucking disgusting apartment?" I asked, not sugar coating things like I used to when we were together.

"Well beings as I can't afford anything anything else, yes." She shot back, clearly not liking my description of her residence.

"That place should be fucking condemned. You're staying here from now on." I demanded before turning to get a water bottle out of the fridge.

"And there you go again with your fucking high handedness that I always hated. Just because we all don't work for some fancy company in a high rise office building doesn't mean we can't fend for ourselves. And where do you get off making demands on where I stay?" She argued.

"Says the woman four months pregnant that just had her first meal of the day at seven thirty at night." I quipped, shutting down her previous argument immediately. " And it's my fuckin kid too, which means I have every right to intervene in your life and make sure you're taking care of yourself and not sleeping in some shitty neighborhood that is infested with crime and rats." I growled.

"That's like half the city, asshole!" She yelled as a last ditch effort to try and defend herself.

"I have a guest bedroom you can sleep in from now on. We can further discuss living arrangements and moving you in tomorrow. You're welcome to eat anything in the fridge or cabinets if you get hungry later or in the middle of the night." I finalized before turning without waiting for reply and settling into my room for the rest of the night.