'Let's get married' Peyton recalled saying to Brooke all those years ago. She remembered how excited she had been when she had said it, the way Brooke looked at her after the fact, how the gears shifted in the brunette's head, the way her eyes glazed over with tears… She remembered how Brooke leapt into her arms and kissed her so passionately, with such ferocity, that she almost began to wonder if this was the same person. There was a huge weight in the moment, in Brooke's response, considering her problems with commitment and fear of real, true love, but there was also a light feeling, a warm sense to all of it. Like it was so easy, and always had been.
'Okay, baby. Yes. I will. I do… I love you.' Brooke pushed Peyton against the tree they had been walking past when Peyton had first opened her mouth, pressing kisses onto the blonde's lips in broad daylight where anyone nearby in the park could have seen them. But the both of them ignored this fact, so wrapped up in the heat of the moment.
"I wanna get married again," Peyton said to Brooke as they lied in a heap together on their bed. Brooke smiled.
"Says the hopeless romantic. You sound just like Haley-"
"No, Brooke, I'm serious. I want to marry you again." Brooke pulled away just enough to look Peyton in the face; the blonde's warm expression never faltered.
"…Okay," Brooke started, "but what would it be like? Would you want it different or-"
"I don't know," Peyton interrupted. "I just know that I want to recreate the magic of that day when I asked you to marry me. I want to recreate all that love from our wedding day. I wanna feel that again." Brooke grinned, knowing exactly the feeling Peyton referred to.
"I'd love to, Peyton," she said. And she leaned over to kiss the blonde, her fingers gently on her jaw line. "I'd love to."
