Author's note: I do not own OTH or the cast of characters. This story is picking two years after the season six episode where Lucas finds Peyton passed out the night of their wedding… Some of the timelines will not match the show and some things that we actually saw on the show will be re-worked to have happened in my timeline instead…so you know the basics of the show leading up to that episode in season six. This story jumps two years…so basically that year jump between season six and seven was pretty close to what the show showed with a few changes. Any flashbacks will be in italics. This has been an idea I have been toying with and thought I would share…
Brooke Davis was twenty five years old. She was the founder, designer and president of her own multi-million dollar fashion empire. Brooke Davis had moved to Los Angeles for a boy a year ago, to find happiness, and in reality escape her past. She had found out she was pregnant right before the move. She had always wanted to be a mother and was thrilled, but also scared. She had tried to live up to the words written about her, being fiercely independent. Brooke Davis was brilliant, beautiful and brave. At least she used to be.
Julian Baker was twenty eight years old. He was a movie producer and director. Julian Baker had built a life that he had always dreamed of, he had more money than he knew what to do with. Julian had won awards and was highly sought after by movie executives due to the acclaimed success from his joint venture with Alex DuPre. Julian Baker didn't want a family, he never saw himself as a father, but when Brooke needed him, he wanted to do the right thing. Julian Baker had the perfect life with a gorgeous girl that he loved. At least he used to.
"Brooke," he hollered from the doorway to the nursery, "damn it, Brooke."
"Julian," she said as she came in, pushing past him, she scooped her son up, "I've got him. Go."
"Finally," he said bitterly.
"Mamma's here," she said as she kissed the top of her sons head as Julian walked out closing the door, "it's okay baby boy. Mamma loves you buddy." She sat down in the rocking chair holding her three month old son close to her while tears silently streamed her face.
Haley James Scott was twenty five years old. She was a record executive at Red Bedroom Records, a musician and producer, a wife and mother. Haley James Scott had given birth to her son, James Lucas Scott the day of her high school graduation. She became a mother again fourteen months ago, this time to a beautiful daughter, Grace Penelope Scott. Despite losing her father four years ago, and her mother four months ago, Haley James Scott had the life she had always dreamed of.
Nathan Scott was twenty five years old. Nathan had loved basketball for as long as he could remember. Nathan Scott had found the one thing in life that had eluded his own father, Nathan Scott had found happiness. The journey to get to the NBA had been long and painful at times, but a year ago it happened. Nathan Scott became a Charlotte Bobcat. He was a husband, a father and a brother. His relationship with Lucas didn't start out as brotherly, but thanks to his wife and a great friend in Brooke Davis, that's what they became. Nathan Scott had the life he had always dreamed of.
"Hey," he said wrapping his arms around his wife as she stood beside the crib watching their daughter sleep.
"Hi," she said with a smile as she turned towards him, "I missed you."
"I missed you too," he said placing a kiss on her forehead, then her lips.
"Dude, Dad," Jamie said as he walked by his sisters room, "that's my mom."
"Sorry buddy," Nathan said with a laugh as they watched their seven year old son walk away shaking his head.
Lucas Scott was twenty five years old. He was a successful author with three bestsellers under his belt. Lucas Scott had been a basketball player like his brother Nathan until his HCM stopped him. He had been a friend to Haley and the best uncle he could be to Jamie. He was good to Peyton and tried to be the best husband he could. He supported her decision to have their baby even when he was so afraid of the outcome. He wanted to be a good man, a good husband and a good father. Lucas Scott was a good man. At least he used to be.
"Damn it, Peyton," he said standing there, running his hands thru his hair.
Peyton Sawyer Scott was twenty five years old. Well, at least she would be. Peyton Sawyer Scott died two years ago along with their daughter. Neither of them made it thru the night after the delivery. Peyton Sawyer Scott wanted nothing more than to be a mother and she was willing to risk everything for it. Lucas lost both of them two years ago and he lost a part of himself. He had left Tree Hill for a year after their death, traveling with his mother and sister. When he returned home things had changed. He was lost and alone as he stood in the cemetery looking at his wife's headstone. They were his life. At least they used to be.