A/N: This story is ultimately a Brucas story about how their relationship grows. However, that doesn't mean BL will end up together. There will be Leyton in my story as well as Naley and Brulian. Pretty much everything happened in Seasons 1-5 including some of Season 6. There will be no Sam in my story because I don't enjoy her character. Julian may or may not be a bit OOC, it's up to you to decide.

I am a die-hard Brucas fan, but I still want to keep this story realistic. So, there will be LP in it too.

Each chapter will be in one of three character's perspective: Lucas, Peyton, and Brooke. However, later on there might be some chapters that are in Naley's perspective.

In His Eyes refers to Lucas's POV; In the Fiancé's Eyes refers to Peyton's POV; In the Best Friend's Eyes refers to Brooke's POV.

I hope everyone will enjoy my story. Since Mark is currently making OTH as uninteresting as possible (and including hardly any BL scenes even as platonic friends), I feel that I have to write this to make up for his storylines. I love getting reviews, so you know what to do.

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In His Eyes:

I'm Lucas Scott, fiancé of Peyton Sawyer. That's all I am now.

Before, I used to be the best friend of Haley James Scott, but I haven't spoken to her in what seems like ages. Before, I was "Uncle Luke" to my godson, Jamie. But that was before I started breaking promises of buying the little boy ice cream and canceling our basketball play-time in the park. Before, you could call me the half-brother of Nathan Scott, and though technically by blood I still am, I haven't acted like one in quite awhile. Before, I considered myself a good friend, in fact a great friend, to the Brooke Davis. But now, honestly, I don't even know what's going on in her life anymore.

Let's also add to the list of failed relationships the fact that I haven't called my mother in more than a few months. Usually, she's the one who calls, but I guess even she's given up on my ability to stay in touch properly. I couldn't even send my sister, Lily, a birthday present…and no, it wasn't because I forgot, but more because I couldn't choose one. Hell, I don't know any of her likes or dislikes, and I'm not going to just start pretending like I do. So as usual, I flaked out and simply sent her my regards.

I guess the thousands of miles between me and my mother, Lily, and Andy is partly the reason to blame for why I have lost pretty much all contact with them. I mean they're half-way around the world in New Zealand, while I'm sitting in Tree Hill. But still, I could have tried harder…with all of them, especially the ones who live right here.

Don't get me wrong though, I love Peyton. I really do. I don't blame her one bit for my faults. At this time, she's probably the only person who can hold all of me together and keep me from cracking under pressure. I feel safe with her. And I don't want to ruin that.

I do my best to hold onto her, too, because as of now she is the only constant in my life. Sure, our history is messy. The way we came together includes some selfish words and actions mixed in. The both of us have had many low points and letdowns. I'd like to think we overcame it, but subconsciously, I know the plain truth. All we did was ignore our past. It might catch up with us later and come to bite our asses, but for now I'm not screwing up another relationship.

I'm also going to be a father soon. Peyton's pregnant, and nothing makes me happier than accompanying Peyton on those doctor visits to check our unborn baby's ultrasound and listen to the heartbeat of that child we created together. I plan on never making that baby feel the absence of a father. I'm never going to let the baby feel the pain of not having a father around. I will not be Dan Scott.

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"Luke, you're squinting again," Peyton says suddenly interrupting me from all my thoughts. "What's going on?" she asks as she sits down next to me on the couch.

"Nothing," I smile. Peyton eyes me suspiciously, but instead of nagging me on in answering her question, she becomes silent.

"So how's our wonderful baby doing?" I ask attempting to make conversation. Anything would be better than leaving me alone with my thoughts. "I hope the morning sickness isn't tiring you out too bad, is it?"

I watch Peyton shuffle in her spot uncomfortably. "Oh, the morning sickness is alright," she says nervously. Peyton pauses before continuing to say, "You get used to it."

I can sense something is wrong just by looking at the anxiety written plainly across her face as well as by observing the way her body fidgets. But, I am just too tired to get to the bottom of it right now. Instead, I offer her a way of escape because I know she needs it as much as I do. "Hey Peyt, I was wondering," I start off.

"Yes?" she replies. Her golden curls look lusterless today. And god, do I want to hug her and tell her it's all going to be okay. But, something stops me from doing so.

"Well, we haven't been to the Rivercourt in such a long time. And I was thinking maybe we should go. Just the two of us," I continue.

A small smile lights up her face. "Sure, why not?"

--x--

"You sure know how to pick a day for walking," Peyton jokes. "I mean it's freezing outside," she exaggerates.

"Well, someone should have thought to bring a jacket," I play along. Though, I do agree with her a bit. The wind is blowing harder than usual, and the sky does look so much grayer.

"Excuse me, but I thought my fiancé would be a gentleman in offering to let me borrow his jacket," Peyton teases.

"What fiancé?" I ask as I take off my jacket and cover her with it anyways.

She leans in closer to kiss me softly on the cheek. I wrap my arms around her as she whispers into my ear, "This fiancé."

We carry on strolling down the quiet roads in Tree Hill, until we reach the outskirts of the Rivercourt. It certainly hasn't changed much. The last time I remember being here was the night before I decided to propose to Peyton. She had painted the lyrics "I will always love you" from Lovesong by The Cure onto the pavement. I haven't been there since, and honestly I can't remember why. This place used to be my second home practically.

As if thinking the same thing I was, Peyton tells me, "You know, I'll always love you right?"

"I know," I answer because it's right. Still, it's too bad for the rain. It probably washed off all evidence of Peyton's artwork just like it washed off all our names we signed there back at the end of high school.

As we approach closer to the Rivercourt, I hear distant laughter and the sound of talking coming closer. I instantly make out Jamie's small voice yelling, "That's not fair Aunt Brooke! Daddy helped you." Peyton and I stop in our tracks while our gaze shifts to the scene before us. Brooke and Jamie were apparently having a competition in basketball, and Nathan stepped in to score a few points for Brooke. It amazed me that the girl could even walk in her stilettos without falling much less dribble a ball in them. Meanwhile, Haley cheers for Jamie at the same time as cleaning up the half-finished food into the picnic basket alongside Deb. Mouth and Millicent were too busy making out to notice anything that was going on, and Skills was inappropriately making glances towards Deb's rear end.

They all looked so content. It irritated me. I know it's selfish of me to say that, but it's true.

I really didn't want to be here anymore. Fortunately, we were still far enough for them not to have seen us. Nathan suddenly grabbed Haley by the waist and led her onto the court to help her in shooting a basket. Jamie looked mad that nobody was helping him and stomped off to talk to Skills. Haley burst into laughter, and Brooke chuckled her way back to Jamie. However, Jamie was still giving her the silent treatment, so Brooke decided to tickle him. Next, Nathan shouts at Mouth, "Get a room, man," which immediately ends the lip-lock of the couple. They were all caught up in their own activities that it seemed none of them missed our presence at all.

I felt Peyton's fingers reach out for my hand and she held it there quietly.

I instantly regretted bringing her here to this place. Watching everybody overcame me with both guilt and anger. Peyton could sense my hand quivering in hers. She turns to me and says, "Maybe we should go back. It's getting cold." Then she mumbles, "And I don't feel like I belong here."

That's exactly as I was feeling. It felt wrong to be here, eavesdropping on their happiness. We were the outsiders looking in.

"You're right, let's leave." Just as we were ready to go, an unexpected "acquaintance" stands in front of us with his arms folded across his chest as if there was nothing in this world that would make him move.

"Ah, would you like it that, it's Mr. Scott with his soon-to-be Mrs. Scott. Why won't you join your friends today? I mean Lucas Scott is the man who was loved so much by his friends. He had such a good heart to offer. Your book says it all. And Peyton weren't you best friends with Miss Brooke Davis? Funny, how no matter what, literature is always a twisted version of reality. Don't you agree?" he taunts.

I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. Adding a punch or two, wouldn't be too bad also.

"Knock it off, Julian," Peyton hisses.

"What? I was merely asking a question. No harm in that right," he smiles smugly.

"Stop messing with Lucas. He's got enough worries as it is. And he doesn't need you bugging him outside the movie set either," Peyton shoots back clearly pissed.

"Peyton, I do think Lucas can speak for himself. Isn't that right, Lucas?"

This guy always knew the words to make anyone mad. Obviously, it seems to be working on me. "Look Julian, Peyton and I are just on our way to leave," I reply as calmly as I could. I wasn't in a fighting mood today.

"You know all you got to do is talk to them. I'm pretty sure they'll allow you guys back into their lives because they probably miss you as much as you do," Julian responds softly before walking away.

It was one thing knowing that you are wrong. It was another to be given advice that you know is genuinely correct by someone you don't even get along with half the time.

Peyton was right; the weather is quite gloomy today.