Fixing Bricky

[MissJr]

ginster said:

I need a fix Norm!!!

PLEASE!!!

You're not the only one! It's more than high time for Nick's plane to land in Sin City so that he can "fix Bricky!" ;D

Poor Taylor. What a choice she has to make! Pissing off the ex-hubby in favor of the new one. RJ versus Jack? Her engagement ring for $100,000? All this just because she wanted to keep Brooke and Nick apart!

BTW--Dr. Mark is proving that he is definitely his parents' son!

[Norm811]

Sorry for the long delay in continuing, the recent news of a return to Bridge got me so depressed that it took a while to unfold myself from the fetal position.



“Mr Marrone, wait!”
Nick ignored the shouted instructions from the police behind him and burst through the clinic doors. His eyes wildly searched every corner of the room for Taylor and the baby. Finding no sign of them he stopped abruptly, his shoulders slumped. Frustration tightened his hands to fists at his side as he realised he was too late.
“This is Mrs Hamilton’s file, we are just running a drip through and then she’s done. Who’s next?”
Nick’s head turned at the sound of a familiar voice and he watched on in stunned disbelief as Dr Mark McClaine’s face
Turned as white as his coat, before he turned on his heels to run. Mark was quick, but not quick enough as Nick tackled him to the floor with all the strength that his desperation imbued him with.
Within seconds the two wrestling men were surrounded by police officers and as Nick flipped him over onto his back and wrapped his hands around his throat, Mark realized that the gig was up. Looking up at Nick, Mark saw the rage that burnt in his eyes and if possible he paled even further as Nick’s hands tightened on his throat.
“I should have known that somehow you would be involved. Where is my son?”
Mark shook his head in mute denial, clinging to the hope that the police officers that surrounded them would uphold the law and not allow any harm to befall him.
“Answer me damm you, where is my son?”
Any hopes that the police would protect him from harm were soundly disabused when, one by one, the six officers surrounding him drew their weapons and pointed them directly at him. “I don’t know.”
Nick growled angrily and tightened his grip a little more around his throat. “That’s bullcrap, you are so far into the Forrester’s pockets that you can’t see daylight. Where is my son?”
Mark’s blood pounded through his veins like a freight train and he realized there was a very good chance that Nick would kill him to find out what he knew. Giving up he waived his hand to indicate the back treatment rooms and as black spots danced in front of his eyes, the last thing he saw before passing out was the look of anguish and fear on Nick’s face as he stood and ran down the hall.

Nick threw open the last door and looked around the empty room with a growing feeling of helplessness. Where the hell could she have gone? How did she get out? A heavy hand on his shoulder made him jump and he turned quickly to see Sargeant Devine from the Las Vegas PD standing behind him with a sombre look on his face.
"I'm sorry son."
Nick shook his head and pulled away from the older man, before turning to face him. "Now what? That was the best lead yet and she's gone."
Rob Devine looked Nick with compassion, he could not imagine what the past week had been like for him. "We have the alias she used here and her last known address."
"But we don't have my son." Nick snapped angrily, in no mood for platitudes, no matter how well intentioned. "What do I tell Brooke?"
Rob was silent for a moment and then responded with quiet confidence. "We have two units on the way to the Motel, the Doctor is being questioned and we have every airport, bus station and car rental place covered. She is not leaving Las Vegas any time soon. We will find them Nick."
Nick slumped into a chair, defeat in every line of his body. "I hope so, I hope so."

Taylor walked throught the streets of Las Vegas with her collar up and her head down, eyes darting from side to side nervously. She had to think, the moment she had heard the commotion from the reception area she'd panicked. Grabbing Jack and his drip back she had run out the unlocked back door of the clinic, only to realise that she'd left her car out the front and it was undoubtably surrounded by the police by now. She knew that she could not go back to her hotel, so she was left with the clothes on her back, the baby in his capsule and her purse with a rapidly dwindling supply of cash.
The sound of air brakes being released brought her head up and she realised with some surprise that she was standing opposite the bus station. Thinking quickly she ducked into an alley and after placing the baby capsule at her feet she rummaged around in her bag for her phone. Dialling frantically she allowed the phone to ring twice before hanging up and waiting.
A few moments later the phone rang. "Hello?'
"Did Ridge find you? Are you ok?" Stephanie asked in a whisper.
"No but the police sure did!"
"What happened? Is Ridge alright?"
"How would I know?" Taylor snapped "I don't have time for this, I need more money. But this time don't send the villiage idiot."
Stephanie gasped angrily at the slur on her beloved son. "There is no need for this to degenerate into name calling>"
"Look, I am in trouble here, I don't have time for an discussion on manners. I need you to get me some money and soon."
"It is not going to be easy, it will take time, I'm being watched you know."
Taylor struggled to keep a hold on her temper as she listened to her ex mother-in laws wining tone. "I will call you back in an hour to find out where to pick it up."
Not waiting for a responce Taylor hung up the phone and picking up the baby carrier she stalked round the corner. Right into the uniformed man walking towards her.

[Norm811]

Good Grief!! Nothing for weeks and then two updates in one day!!

Alone in the dark treatment room Nick’s head was downcast and his shoulders slumped as he conveyed the bad news to Brooke that Taylor had slipped away from him again.
“It’s my fault.”
Brooke sighed softly before replying. “It is not your fault, she got away from you that’s all. I know that you’ll find him Nick, I know it in my heart.”
“No this whole situation is my fault, how could I have been so stupid to get involved with Taylor?” Nick responded. “If I had just listened to you when you came back from Sydney..”
“No wait a minute.” She interrupted him. “That was my fault, I gave you no reason to trust me again. No reason to think that I would not go running back to Ridge when the going got tough.”
There was silence on the line for a moment before Nick admitted ruefully, “We both made mistakes, but I married Taylor, I chose her over you.”
“If you hadn’t married her, there are no guarantee’s that we would even have Dylan now. We have to count our blessings now more that ever. We have each other and we have our children and we will be a family when Dylan comes home.”
The quiet conviction and strength in her voice traveled down the phone lines and bathed him in calm, after all this time an everything that had happened they were still each others strength and that was what he needed to cling too.
The sound of the door opening brought his head up and he asked Brooke to hold for a moment as he watched Sergeant Devine walk into the room pulling Dr Mark McClain behind him.
“The good Doctor has something to tell you.”
Nick raised a brow in inquiry but remained silent.
“I lied about RJ’s paternity results.”
“You what!” Nick exclaimed, unintentionally removing his hand where it had covered his phones mouthpiece in his shock. “What the hell are you talking about? What does this have to do with Dylan?”
“Ridge and Stephanie Forrester paid me to doctor the results of the last paternity test, the one after he was born. RJ is your son, yours and Brooke’s”
“RJ is my son.” Nick responded with icy calm. “I missed out on 3 years of my first born son’s life because of your greed and Forrester’s need to win at all costs.”
As Nick began to rise from his seat, Sergeant Devine held up his hand to stop him. “There’s more.”
He sat back down and looked up at the police officer in disbelief. “More than RJ is my son, what the hell else could there be.”
“Taylor Marrone apparently knew what Ridge and Stephanie had done, we found her engagement ring on Dr Mclaine and according to him it was payment for his silence about her visit here.”
The sound of muffled sobbing reached his ears and he realized in horror that he did not need to worry about how to tell Brooke about RJ’s paternity, she’d just heard everything they had said. “Brooke? Honey, are you ok? I’m sorry..”
Brooke struggled to keep her emotions in check. In a few short days her life had changed so much and now her children’s lives were changing too. In RJ’s case he would be gaining not just a new Father, but if she had anything to do with it, a new name as well. “Nick, it’s not your fault, you just keep doing everything you can to find our youngest son and I’ll keep DJ and Hope safe here. None of this is your fault, I know exactly who’s to blame for this and believe me I can, and will sort that out from here.”
Nick could not help the smile that crossed his face as he realized that she had changed RJ to DJ. “Are Bridget and Rick still there?”
“Yes. Neither of them are leaving until you come home. Don’t worry about me. I am amazingly resilient you know.”
“Honey with everything the Forrester’s have put you through it is no wonder. Don’t forget.” He paused before saying softly. “I love you.”
Brooke sniffed a little before replying tremulously. “I love you too, I miss you.”
“I call as soon as I have more news.”
Nick listened to the click of the phone disconnecting before he looked up at Sergeant Devine. “I want him charged, I want you to throw the book at him.”
Rob Devine looked over at Mark and grinned maliciously. “Don’t you worry Mr Marrone, everyone who has played a part in this sorry little story will get exactly what is coming to them.”

Feeling herself stumble slightly as she ran into someone as she exited the alleyway Taylor stuttered an apology. Raising her eyes, she lowered them quickly as she took in the official uniform he was wearing.
“No problem Ma’am. Just slow down a little, that’s precious cargo that you are carrying.”
She felt her heart begin to race as she realized in horror that she had just walked into the path of a Las Vegas Police officer. Keeping her head down she muttered quietly, “No problem officer.”
With narrowed eyes the officer watched her walk away from him, grabbing his radio he did not take his eyes from her as he radioed in. “I’ve spotted her, right opposite the bus station, she’s heading north west on foot. Over.”

[MissJr]

YES!!

You go, Norm! ;D

These last two installments are great! First of all, there is obviously no honor amongst thieves, is there? It's been hilarious watching Taylor, Stephanie and Ridge turn on one another. Taylor calling Ridge the village idiot is like the pot meeting the kettle. After all, if Ridge weren't such an idiot years ago, he probably would have woken up to Taylor and Stephanie's manipulations before he was totally ruined.

I love the speed with which Nick forced the truth out of Dr. Mark. And it sure didn't take the good doctor to start singing like a canary, did he? The revelation about RJ and the conspirators was fantastic! So now Nick is no longer under any illusions about the creature he married. I hope all three of them rot!

Nick and Brooke were simply wonderful. You could feel their connection even over the telephone. Like Nick, I also had to smile when she wasted no time in calling the former "RJ" by his rightful name!

So the manhunt continues; hopefully, the Las Vegas police will capture Taylor before the baby comes to anymore harm!

[brickfan]

Wow Norm Glad you came out of your depression.
Send this whole story to Bell. That man needs to learn how to fix a supercouple. And how wonderful is it that RJ is called by his rightful name DJ.

Can't wait for more.

[GIOVANNA]

:)Awesome! Brilliant! My mouth is hanging open!!!

[karen3012]

Will they finally get her?

I love your latest installments. And please do not leave us in the dark too long whether Taylor will get away another time. Brooke and Nick must be worried out of their minds.

[Norm811]

Thanks for all the positive feedback, I really appreciate it.

I appologise for the delay in posting, but my grandmother died last week and my aunt passed away from cancer yesterday morning so I have been preocupied with that. It has been a very sad week for my family.

Thanks for your patience, I hope to have another installment up this week.

[MontanaLindy]

My deepest sympathy to you and yours, Norm811! I am so sorry to read about your losses...not just one, but two of your loved ones. {{{{hug}}}}

[skyler]

{{{{{Norm}}}} I am so sorry for the loss of your loved ones. My thoughts are with you my friend.

[karen3012]

Norm, I am so sorry to hear about your losses. You and your family are in my prayers.

[pds]

(((HUGS))) Norm and you have my sympathy. My G'Pa passed away last week as well.

[brickfan]

I'm so sorry Norm for your losses ,

[Norm811]

Thank you all so much for your kind thoughts, they are much appreciated. To show my appreciation, here is the promised update.

Ridge muttered angrily under his breath as he rose to answer the knock at the door, glancing back in irritation at his Mother who was seated on the couch, as he did. She had been on his case since he had walked back in the door, angry at him for failing to help Taylor in her hour of need. What about his hour of need? Surely he deserved some kudos for agreeing to help in the first place? He was still muttering to himself when he opened the door and saw Detective Baker flanked by two uniformed police officers.
“What?”
The Detective smiled smugly back at him, before pushing his way into the house. “Mr Forrester.”
Stephanie stood up and walked towards the door. “What is the meaning off this?”
“How convenient it is that you are both here. Two for one offer boys.” Detective Baker said mockingly, gesturing to the officers behind him. “You’re both under arrest, I have a joint warrant issued by the Las Vegas and Los Angeles Police Departments.”
Ridge’s mouth dropped open in shock as one of the uniformed officers proceeded to handcuff him. He immediately turned to his Mother who was also being handcuffed, and in a vain effort to save himself, said accusingly, “Mother, what did you do this time?”
Stephanie looked angrily at him with narrowed eyes, hurt at his betrayal she struggled against the handcuffs, before turning to face the Detective. “What are you talking about, I can’t remember the last time I was in Las Vegas? I was questioned by the police here and released, I have done nothing wrong.”
Detective Baker laughed as he replied smugly. “Well it’s like this, Mr Forrester you are being charged with being an accessory after the fact.” He then turned to Stephanie and said with a great deal of satisfaction. “You are being charged as an accessory to kidnapping, Mrs Forrester and hindering a police investigation. Oh and kidnapping, deprivation of liberty and threat to kill.”
Both Stephanie and Ridge stood in stunned silence for a moment before a familiar voice rang out from the front door. “I have told them everything Stephanie.”
All heads turned to see Brooke standing in the foyer, a determined look on her face. Dressed in a pair of white jeans and a powder blue chiffon tunic, with her blonde hair flowing down her back she looked like an avenging angel and with one look into her eyes, Stephanie realized that this was one situation that she was not going to be able to get out of easily.
“Logan…”
Brooke cut Ridge off with a glare and a sweeping motion of her hand. “I have nothing to say to you, I know all about the paternity test that you and your Mother had changed. I know that Ridge Jnr or should I say, Dominic Jnr, is not your son, you have robbed Nick of the first years of his sons life and I can’t ever forgive you for that. I have had a restraining order placed on both of you, if you attempt to contact me or my son, you will be arrested.” She stated as she looked from Stephanie to Ridge, with a smug smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, I mean arrested, again.”
Neither of them had a chance to respond before Brooke turned and with a happy, confident grin walked away from them without a glance, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She was free from the Forrester’s at last.
Detective Baker looked at Ridge and Stephanie Forrester, then back at the empty doorway where Brooke Logan had stood just moments before and marveled at the courage that she had shown. Not just here at the house, but when she had marched into the Police station and stated that she wanted Stephanie Forrester charged with kidnapping. After sitting down with Brooke and hearing the extent of her victimization by the Forresters, especially Stephanie, he had been amazed at her strength, especially given the fact that her son was still missing. The charges that had been presented to Mrs Forrester upon her arrest had been the most obvious ones and only what they could come up with at such short notice, however he was sure that other charges would follow. Hopefully this time, Mrs Stephanie Forrester would pay for her crimes.
“Ok, Mr and Mrs Forrester, I think it is time you come with me downtown. Lets see if either of you can find someone to post your bail. Right now it’s looking pretty grim, most people I contacted about finding you really did not care where you where.”

Taylor continued walking in the opposite direction of the Police officer, willing her racing heart to slow. That had been close, obviously the police had either not been at the clinic for her or they did not have an APB out for her yet. But she knew that she had to get out of Las Vegas and fast.
None of this was going to plan, first Stephanie had sent Ridge to help her and he had screwed up and then she had run into Mark of all people. Her commitment to keeping the baby away from Nick and Brooke was starting to waver, she wondered if the plan was worth all of this trouble. But then she thought of Brooke and Nick together and the desire to hurt then overtook her tiredness, she had to keep going, no way was she letting that bitch be happy with her husband and her baby.
Head reeling with her jumbled thoughts, Taylor kept her head down and kept walking down the street. Should she attempt to use her credit card and hire a car? Would she be better off using the last of her cash to catch the next bus out of this city? The short sharp sound of a police siren brought her head up and she looked ahead of her in stunned disbelief. The street was blocked by a Police car, two officers standing beside it with their hands on their holsters and when she turned around to check her escape route, she saw the Police officer that she had bumped into just moments before was standing only meters behind her.
“Mrs Marrone, put the baby capsule down and put your hands up, we have you surrounded.”
Thinking quickly, she adopted a confused expression, keeping her face averted from the Police. “Who? My name is Hamilton, I don’t know anyone called Marrone.”
“Really Taylor, after all we meant to one another, how could you have forgotten me already?”
Her head snapped up at the sarcastic, but familiar voice and her heart sank as she turned to look into the cold angry eyes of her husband.
“Give me back my son.”

[MontanaLindy]

;D Thanks so much, Norm811! VWD!

[Norm811]

I am on a roll, two updates in one day.


“Give me back my son.”.
Taylor had never heard Nick sound so angry, nor had he ever looked at her with this cold emotionless expression on his face. Looking at him now, as he stood just meters in front of her, she realized that she had miscalculated the depth of his feelings for his son and the lack of feeling he seemed to have for her.
All her plans for revenge had come to naught and she had no doubt that it was all Ridge and Stephanie’s fault. If it had not been for their ineptitude she would have been home free.
Even without the Police surrounding her, she realized that she was not leaving here with the baby; Nick was not leaving without his son. With a sigh of resignation she realized that it was over, she slowly lowered the baby capsule to the floor and raised her hands above her head in surrender
Before the capsule even touched the ground, Nick had snatched it from her and was walking away without looking back. His sole focus was on the baby, the soft crooning sound of his voice was for his son and as far as Taylor was concerned, she did not exist for him any more. Nick did not hear her loud proclamations of innocence, her cries for his help as she was handcuffed and bundled into the police car, all he could focus on was Dylan and how pale and sick his son looked.
The waiting paramedic’s rushed to Nick’s side and realizing that he was not going to let go of the capsule they bundled him and the baby into the back of the rig and set off immediately for the airport where a waiting helicopter, fully equipped for neonatal transport was fully fueled and waiting.

Brooke looked around at her children as they sat around the dinner table and thought of how blessed she had been with each of them. Her eldest children had survived their childhood in spite of her at times and her youngest had benefited from the lessons that she had learnt from raising Rick and Bridget. Yet she could never doubt their love for her or in turn her love for them, she was blessed and she hoped that soon Dylan would be home to share this home with her and Nick and his siblings.
From the opposite end of the table Eric caught her eye, as if he knew what she was thinking. She looked pointedly at Jacqui who sat beside him and their clasped hands, which made him blush. Brooke tried to convey silently with a smile and a nod her approval of his choice. The smile she received in return from both him and Jacqui told her he had understood.
Over the past few hours Felicia, Thorne and Kirsten had contacted Brooke and offered her their support, confirming Eric’s belief that they would no longer support Ridge and Stephanie. They had all been shocked at the crimes that had been perpetrated against Brooke and Nick, as well as Taylor’s actions. According to Eric ‘his’ children had shown him their loyalty and as a result their half brother and mother were currently languishing in jail, without hope of a family member posting bail
“Can I say grace Mommy?” Hope asked.
Looking over at her youngest daughter, Brooke smiled and nodded her consent.
“For what we are about to receive, may the lord make us truly thankful.” The little girl paused thoughtfully for a moment before continuing seriously. “God bless our Daddy and our brother Dylan, we hope they come home real soon.”
With a glimmer of tears in her eyes Brooke nodded in encouragement as Hope smiled at her. “That was perfect sweetheart, Daddy tells me that he misses you both very much and he can’t wait to come home.”
The acceptance by both DJ and Hope of Nick’s new status in their lives had amazed her. Obviously over the years Nick had been the most constant Father figure in Hope’s life, but in hindsight obviously he had also been a constant presence in DJ’s life as well. They had both started calling him Daddy quite naturally and Nick’s joy at hearing them call him that over the phone had been wonderful to hear. In the space of a few days he had gone from Father of none to Father of three and he could not have been happier.
The ringing of the phone made them all jump and Brooke tipped her chair over in her haste to get to it. “Nick?”
“I’ve got him Brooke, I’m holding him now.”
She broke down in tears unable to speak and fearing the worst Bridget jumped up to support her as Rick grabbed the phone. “Nick, what happened?”
“I’ve got him, we’re in a medivac helicopter heading towards Las Angeles, we’ll have to stop off to refuel, but we should be at the hospital within the hour.”
“We’ll be at the hospital waiting for you, just take care of my little brother.”
“I will.” Nick paused before continuing solemnly. “He’s not out of the woods yet Rick, but he’s got a better chance now with proper medical care.”
“I understand.” Rick responded before hanging up the phone and joining Brooke, Bridget, DJ and Hope who were all sitting on the floor together, crying happy tears and talking over one another.
Eric sighed with relief, standing and hugging Jacqui as the gist of the conversation washed over them. “Our grandson is coming home.”
“Our grandson?” Jacqui queried through her tears. “You mean my grandson.”
Eric smiled down at her. “He’ll be our grandson when you marry me.”
“Was that a proposal?”
Eric’s only response was to lift her up and swing her around with a big grin on his face. He realized that it had been years since he had been so happy and that it was the woman in his arms that had brought that feeling back into his life, he was not going to let her go now.
“Ok troops, let’s go to the hospital, who’s coming with Grandma and Grandpa.” Eric announced loudly.
Jacqui pushed him away from her with a smile and smacked him on the arm. “I’ve not said yes yet, and don’t call me Grandma.”

[pds]

Great chapters Norm and so worth the wait, thank you!!

[karen3012]

Thanks very much Norm! I loved your new installments.

[MissJr]

Norm, thank you so much for these installments!

It's wonderful to see things set to rights. I'm glad that Stephanie and Ridge were together and no one is coming to bail their sorry behinds out. Two guesses as to who will start singing like a canary first to save his own sorry hide. Great work on having Taylor arrested, too! I love how she wasn't even a blip on Nick's radar scale.

Hopefully, that stop to refuel won't cause anymore drama for this family. BTW--I loved Jacquie and Eric! ;D

[GIOVANNA]

First off, let me express my condolences on your loss..

In response to post #88, I have to say, WOW!

It is just like Ridge to blame his mommy when he gets arrested, like nothing is his fault.

[Norm811]

Thanks for your good wishes and patience, I've not had a good month, but I have finally finished this story..


Brooke blew out a long breath and then sighed deeply in an attempt to calm her shaking nerves. Glancing back into the waiting room, she saw the looks of support from her family and she smiled at them tearfully before following the nurse who had come to take her to her son. Still struggling to reign in her emotions she allowed her mind to drift over the past several days and the turmoil they’d been through. Somehow they’d survived and ultimately she and Nick and their family had grown stronger.
As though conjured by her thoughts she looked beyond her guide and saw Nick’s head poke around the corner of a doorway ahead of them. Seeing her walking down the hallway he grinned and she was overwhelmed with the need to feel his arms around her again. Lengthening her stride, she passed the nurse and was almost running when she reached him. Nick opened his arms and she fell into them, sighing with happiness as she felt him envelope her into a hug.
“Hey.” He whispered softly into her hair in greeting.
Her only response was a muffled sob into his shirt as the emotions of the past few days caught up with her. Nick simply tightened his embrace and held her until her sobs reduced to the occasional hiccup.
“Better?”
Brooke stepped back and glanced at him, smiling sheepishly at him before replying. “Better now that we’re together.”
“Forever.” He promised solemnly before gathering her back into his arms, his mouth meeting hers in a long, demanding kiss. Several minutes later he lifted his head away from hers, and she smiled up at him with her heart in her eyes.
"I’m not letting us go this time," she pronounced. "This time I have no doubts."
”Thank goodness for that.” He pulled her against him again and pressed his face into her hair. “Do you want to see him?”
Brooke gave him a look conveying what a silly question that was before asking quietly. “Is he ok?”
“He’s on the mend, according to the Doctors he has a low grade infection, but with a few days in hospital on antibiotics he’ll be fine.”
“Ok, let me at him.” Brooke demanded, pushing Nick through the door and into their son’s room.
“Pushy woman.” He quipped as he draped an arm around her shoulders and led him towards the cot that held their son.
Moments later she was settled in the rocking chair beside the cot and Nick was handing Dylan too her. Pulling a chair up beside them he watched the emotions cross her beautiful face and tears well in her eyes and he realized that this was the moment he had been waiting for his whole life. To see the first woman, the only woman he had ever really loved, holding their child in her arms was the culmination of all his dreams. Along with the knowledge that he had another son in DJ and Hope who had always been his child in his heart, waiting for him was almost too much to absorb.
Several minutes later when Jacqui and Eric entered the room they were still in the same spot, their attention completely on each other and Dylan.
“This is as happy and content as I’ve ever seen her.” Eric said quietly. “She deserves this happiness, they both do.”
Jacqui’s eyes filled with tears of joy as she looked at her son and Brooke, “This is what I’ve always wanted for him and I knew that Brooke was the only woman for him, I’ve always known it.”

Two months later Nick looked around the festively decorated room and smiled. Their new home was perfect and it was theirs, big enough for Dylan, Hope and DJ to have their own rooms and for Bridget who was still recovering to have her own place in the guest house. Eric and Jacqui were close by as was Rick and life was damn near perfect.
Ridge and Stephanie were out of their lives and busy with their own legal troubles and his soon to be ex-wife Taylor was serving time, awaiting trial for her crimes. Forrester Creations and Forrester Originals had been combined and with Eric’s design skills and Brooke and his business skills, the company was flourishing.
A noise by the stairs caused him to look up and he grinned at the sight before him. Brooke was creeping quietly down the stairs, dressed in a pair of reindeer pajama pants and a red tank top.
“Ok, everyone is asleep.”
Nick raised his eyebrow in amazement, “How did you manage that? All asleep in their own beds?”
She smiled sheepishly at him before admitting, “Well, actually, Hope and Dominic are in our bed and Dylan is in the cradle at the end of it. So that little Christmas eve present I was going to give you may have to be on hold.”
“Ah!” He growled playfully at her as he drew her into his arms, “Yea of little faith, my love.”
Brooke frowned as he led her back up the stairs, watching him in confusion as he opened the door to their room. “What…”
He place a gentle hand over her mouth to silence her and she stood in the doorway as he softly placed a kiss on each sleeping child and then came back to meet her in the hall, closing the door behind him. Grabbing her hand he led her to the bathroom door before opening it with a flourish to reveal a candlelit wonderland. ‘Ta-Da!”
“Oh Nick, that is so beautiful.”
“Thank-you.” He responded before leading her inside, closing the door and grinning wickedly at her. “Now get your gear off woman!”
Giggling at his attempts to take his shirt off without undoing the cufflinks she playfully undid the knot on her pajama bottoms and let them drop. “last one in…” she purred as her tank joined the pants on the floor and she stepped into the waiting bubble bath.
Nick doubled his efforts and in moments the water was sloshing over the edges of the tub, and he was in the tub with her, naked and grinning from ear to ear.
"You look very good in bubbles," he said as he playfully picked up a handful of bubbles and blew them towards her.
"You don’t look to bad yourself," she said, eyeing the broad chest and shoulders that rose above the bubbles. "This was an absolutely inspired idea."
"Yeah," he agreed smugly, reaching out and dragging her against him. "This is going to be, hands down the best Christmas ever."
“Absolutely.” She agreed with a happy smile, it had taken a lot of years and they’d both made mistakes but she thought just maybe it was all worth it to have all their dreams had come true.
He lowered his head and kissed her, hard, and she felt the unmistakable response of his body against her. Her own body responded with a rush of heat, and she thought foggily that the only thing better than a bubble bath was a bubble bath for two, with Nick, in their own house with their kids sleeping down the hall on Christmas Eve.
Life was good.

THE END

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[MontanaLindy]

Bravo!

Well done ... and thanks so much for sharing it with us! ;D

Oh, and Norm811 ... in case you missed you missed this yesterday ....click on this link!

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[Nickluver]

OMG!! This is so great!! Thank you so much for this story Norm, if only Brat could write 1/10 as well as you do. I could totally see this entire story play out on our screens. Thank you for sticking with the characters and showing their real emotions. Everyone was spot on. Ridgid the ego-maniac, Taylor the psycho and Fang the bit*h. But most of all thank you for giving me back the real Nick and Brooke, not the pods we see on tv now. I love this story!!

I especially loved RJ being a DJ and how easily it was for Brooke to accept it and change his name. You even made me feel sorry for Bridget, which I thought was impossible, and Rick what a loving and caring son he is.

Thanks again Norm. This story was better than anything Brat has written in years!!

[toxic]

I've only just started to read the fanfics and I must say.....WOW....
Thankyou a hundred times over for giving me back the passion I used to have for this soap.
I know I'm neva gonna see this play out on screen but my imagination coupled with your words are more than enough!
The scenes you create and the visuals are awesome......and....it just confirms to me that TPTB are a bunch of wankers who couldn't write to save themselves!
Again...thankyou