Warnings/Spoilers: I'm just borrowing. *sighs* Ryan Murphy took them home first. A drabble.
Summary: Brooke jokes about being married.
"What did you say?"
"I said we should get married," Brooke repeated, shrugging her shoulders and leaning against the doorframe. "We're finally acting like family; we might as well make it official."
"Thatís just sick," Sam laughed, shaking her head. "As if there isn't enough marriage going around our family right about now."
"Yeah, you're right," Brooke sighed, deflated. She wanted to tell Sam she'd thought about it, for real, the last time she went shopping with Jane for wedding dresses. But she knew it wasn't the right time or place. She doubted it ever would be the right time.