Woah. Okay, awesome review. Thanks guys, all of you for all the reviews you guys made requesting me to make this sequel. It feels great to know that most of you have missed this story and are actually interested to know more about it. Fortunately for you, God has blessed me with a little time on my hands, so I can fully concentrate on this sequel instead of rushing it out and actually being unsatisfied with my work and the effort I'm putting through.
Kudo's.
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Chapter 1:Moments like this
"Mommy." She exclaimed, shaking her awake with urgency. "Wake up."
Peyton Scott woke up with a groan, putting her whole weight on one elbow as she rose before turning around to face the perpetrator of her sudden awakening who chose to look at her with a bright smile.
Summer Elisabeth Scott.
She's all blonde wavy hair, now flowing down her back, bright blue eyes and contagious little smile. She's six years old and in the span of the close to three years she had known her had transformed from frightened and closed off from the events and the people surrounding her to open and loving and gaining the ability to trust.
Peyton smirked to herself, pinning the girl to the bed and the little girl squealed, eyes brightening. "Don't you know better than to wake me up at this time of the morning?"
"It's noon." Summer points out, carelessly shrugging her shoulder. "And I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry." Peyton shoots back with a slight laugh.
"Then why are you always surprised?" Summer retorts with a confused tone, making her adoptive mother put her head back with laughter.
After the aftermath of her laughing had trailed out, Peyton let her mile long legs hit the ground, letting her little girl drag her down the stairs and straight to the kitchen with impeccable speed.
Summer sits there, inspecting her mother with curious blue orbs and Peyton finally pries her eyes away from the breakfast frying in the pan to stare back. "What?"
"Nothing." She replies nonchalantly, causing Peyton to shrug before heading back to cooking.
Peyton smirks knowingly to herself, practically lowering the numbers heading downwards till the bomb ticked and her daughter exploded with questions.
She smothered the laugh that was dying to come out once she did exactly that, nearly minutes after she had predicted.
"What are you getting me?" She sighs, and Peyton arches one slender eyebrow to her direction.
"Who says your getting anything?"
"Mom." Summer responds with a heavy sigh and Peyton rolls her eyes in Sawyer-ly fashion.
"C'mon, okay. it's the big old seven. I mean, its not everyday you turn seven years old."
"Umm, yeah, it is." Summer points out and Peyton scoffs.
"I don't even know why you bother asking me not to get you something, I do it every year."
"Someday, I keep thinking you'll get the hint and stop." Summer retorts sassily and Peyton looks at her daughter like she was full on nuts.
"Now why the hell would I do that?" She stresses making Summer collapse into giggles.
"Your crazy, mommy."
"But you love me anyway." Peyton states egotistically, handing Summer the plate filled with two waffles draped in syrup and just as Summer is about to respond, she is rudely interrupted.
"So do I. And I think this one over here agrees with me." Lucas says, stroding through the room with a gigantic smile on his face and a petite little beauty laying comfortably in his arms.
He had been awoken to the sound of mother and daughter animatedly talking to themselves and it never got dull to hear the interaction going between those two.
"Dad!" Summer cries, rushing over to her father and they all laugh as Lucas only manages to ruffle Summer's blonde locks before she's prevented by a very determined looking toddler.
"No Dad. Hug." She demands, spreading her arms out wide and Summer feels the breeze from her hair going back and forth as she follows her exact demands with a beaming face.
Peyton laughed as she watched the exchange between sister and sister.
Sawyer Brooke Scott.
She's 18 months old and even at her age is exactly all Peyton with deducted venom. She's all curly blonde hair and sparkling green eyes and has been exposed to the music side of the world since she was laying in the womb.
Her hands itched to draw ( even though, she could only draw sloppily and quite messily) and she was quick-tempered and naughty when she wanted to be.
The only thing Sawyer Brooke Scott had received from her father was her love for books. ( She loved picture books for now but by the rate Lucas was going, he'll transform her into a William Shakespear fan in no time.)
Sawyer Brooke Scott had been an unexpected and an unplanned little baby and Peyton in her state of mind, found herself going back to the day she had first told her husband about her.
2 years ago, Rivercourt.
"She's getting so big." Peyton mused, feeling a sliver of her heart breaking and Lucas tore away his eyes from his daughter long enough to look at his wife.
"Peyton, She's five." He laughs and Peyton frowns.
"And she's already been through half the things that we have been through. She's five, but she's got like, the maturity of a thirty year old!" Peyton cries, waving her arms around to make her point. " Pretty soon, we'll be the one's in the stand and watching her get married."
"Woah, Woah, Woah." Lucas interrupts, his protective side already kicking in to overdrive. "I thought I had a little more time until I had to start beating guys off with a stick. What's going on, Peyt?"
"I think its time, Luke." She breathes, feeling a strike of nervousness brew up in her stomach and Lucas looks at her confused causing her to look at him with agitation.
"Give me a little credit here, babe. I can't understand everything that runs through that head." He replies back and she sighs frustratingly, at the moment wanting to just beat the shit out of her supposed idiotic husband.
He is a writer and one of the most intelligent people she has ever met but there are times where his skull just happened to be thick-headed and unfortunately for her, that time just happened to be now.
"I want a baby, Luke."
The silence is deafening. It pierces through her ears like the screeching of chalk being dragged unto a chalkboard and she cringes at the sound. Silence has never been anything of her forté, its one of the reasons why she always used to pump the music so loud when she was a teenager. It blocked away the worries, it blocked away the pain. She never had to feel the suffocating feel of silence but at this very moment she was very well embracing it.
The only sound that eased away some of her negative thoughts were the sound of a basketball hitting the concrete floor as her daughter drowned into the game she had happened to love more and more each day since she was left into their custody.
Peyton forced herself to be brave, falling into that familiar façade she used to exploit to shut away the emotions she was feeling inside. "Luke?" She questioned.
She couldn't identify the sentiment in his eyes as he finally shook himself out of his thoughts. His lips moved, as if he were conjuring up something to say before finally, something darted out of his mouth.
"A baby?"
She nodded slowly.
"Okay." He responds, and she blinks slowly trying not to squeal from the excitement crawling further and further up inside.
"Okay?"
"Okay." He laughs, watching her flabbergasted face. "What? Did you think I'd say 'Oh'." He teases and her eyes thin as she glares.
"Shut up." He laughs, and she lets that smile tape its way to her face as she jumps into his arms. "We're having a baby?"
"We're having a baby, Peyton." He grins, resting his arms on his hips, in his mind thinking of the future, where Peyton gave birth and they nestled that incredible little being they had created in their hands and introduced the kid to it's older sister.
He smirks coyly to himself as he thinks of that one night in senior year, where he had told Peyton, in her comet, that he would have 100 kids with her if it were possible.
Only 98 to go, he thinks, silently laughing in his head.
And then he's pulled out of his reverie by his wife's honey seductive voice surprising him with yet another piece of information that he hadn't thought would come so soon.
"I'm Pregnant." She admits, and his eyes instantly lower to her stomach before his face beams and he's suddenly running his fingers through her hair, and leaning in and pressing his lips feverishly and lovingly towards those majestic lips that just managed to make his world spin to cloud nine.
He hoped it was a boy.
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She felt her smile grow as she thought of that simple flashback in time, practically kicking herself for placing negative thoughts in her head and thinking his reaction would be otherwise.
He loves kids, and he loves her and it should've been obvious his first choice would be a yes if he had even gone along with the suggestion of adopting those almost three years ago.
Besides, she was pretty sure ( knows) , if it came to her he'd do just about anything.
Telling everyone was nothing short of hard. They had all been happy and excited for them, just as expected. Except one.
Summer's reaction hadn't been a good one, she was scared and doubtful and at the time didn't want a little sister. She had been scared, as would every other child that was adopted and getting a sibling who wasn't, that as soon as the baby came out, all the attention would be pulled off of her and they'd immediately put her back to the center.
There had been tricks and manipulations to coax her parents into getting rid of the baby, but Peyton had been stern, telling her that they would never put her back in the center because she was a part of her and Luke, just as much as the new sibling was.
And then when that screaming, red-faced image of perfection made her way into the world, all doubt and fear was erased and she was smitten.
Lucas didn't get a boy, but by the look on his face that day, he definitely didn't mind.
And following that day to the 18 month she's been on this earth, that statement she thought wasn't only a thought but a known fact.
Peyton is rudely shoved away from her thoughts by the feel of a muscular body pressing up against her backside. She relaxes into his arms with a smile, and places her hands over his as they slide over her waist.
"Mm, you know, it kind of scares a guy when he doesn't see his wife in his bed." Lucas's smooth voice tells her and she smiles as she lifts her head to look at him.
"Blame the kid over there turning seven in two days." She responds, and he laughs, knowing that the kid probably only woke her up to pry her for information and making a dramatic of being mad but secretly, adoring all of the fuss over her birthday. " Three years and she still hasn't got it."
"I still can't believe she survived everything. I still can't believe our life."
"Not everything you imagined, Scott." She purrs kiddingly.
"Better than anything I imagined." He growls, his lips teasing her exposed neck with a kiss and he grins as she sucks in a breath.
6 years of marriage and the sparks are still there.
"You sure?" She challenges, not at all serious. " 26 years old and stuck with a wife, and two girls. Not exactly the life most would want at that age."
"I'm not most men." He replies, and she laughs because it is so true and she's known it all along. "Besides, look at them. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Peyton follows his inspecting eyes, landing on her two daughters who she never feels any amount of shame for. They are both laughing. Sawyer had gotten into her booster chair, and Summer was feeding her pieces of her pancake and Summer playfully drips a piece of syrup on her cheek commencing the laughter that they were engrossed in.
Peyton would normally scold them, knowing that that move would just stir up a whole lot of mess in the kitchen that she would have to clean up but just smiles instead. It brings tears in her eyes every single time she sees them interacting that way.
Sawyer absolutely adores Summer and Summer feels the same sentiment back. It makes her happy that she got to play a part in that happiness that both sisters were feeling.
"Plus, bonus of it all, I've got a sexy wife to look at twenty four seven." He says, his voice dripping with lust as his eyes go over each and every part of her and she refrains herself from thinking any unpure thoughts and simply jumping him on the spot.
"Sexy, huh?" She smirks, before looking back at her children. "We did, good huh?"
"Couldn't argue with you there, Peyton Scott." And before she knows it, she's being turned around and his lips are passionately attacking hers.
She grins, as she deepens the kiss, kissing him with the exact amount of intensity.
They all laugh as they pull apart with syrup dripping over their cheeks and two little girls staring back at them with sheepish expressions on their face.
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Well, that's it, guys. First chapter. I really hope it was up to your standards. I really enjoyed writing this, it feels good to be writing Leyton again. Reason why I cut back on One Tree Hill was because I missed Leyton too much. Anyways, Good news, here! Its my birthday! Today, I have officially grown another year and I know I shouldn't be writing on it and celebrating the festive day but, I just felt so bad for leaving you guys hanging with a sequel for so long.. So yeah.
Hopefully, my birthday present will be a whole load of reviews?
Your choice. ( although, it would make me really happy)
Anyways, till next time….
Aundrea. :)