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Lucas s feet stood on American soil at O'Hare International Airport after an eight and a half hour non-stop flight from Frankfurt, Germany. After going through customs and gathering his luggage, an hour and a half later, he stepped outside. He took in a deep breath of cool March morning air in Wilmington, North Carolina Home , he said out loud to himself with a smile.
Lucas didn't care that he was about to fall on his face from exhaustion as he got a cab. He hadn't been home in over three years. with a smile he thought about the girl he left behind, the blond girl with pretty hazel eyes and long legs to die for, the legs that haunted him every night.
Peyton Sawyer is definitely one of his many fantasies he had and still has wherever he was.
Lucas directed the driver to his mother s house. As he rode in the car, he realized how thankful he was for where the house was in relation to the airport. The traffic shouldn t be terrible and the sooner he got home, the sooner he would see her.
He rested his head back, closed his eyes and scratched through the scruff on his face, his mind wandering to her yet again, thinking about her wonderful smile and laugh.
If he kept his eyes open, he might have thrown up, he was one of those unlucky persons that always got one of the many erratic Cab drivers that sped their way down the highways of Chicago, weaving in and out of lanes at random His eyes opened again as the cab slowed down, exiting the expressway. He got cash out of his wallet as they entered into the residential area. Lucas was ready to get out of that death trap as fast as he could.
He promptly paid the driver and fished his luggage from the trunk. He looked at the house he had grown up in from the sidewalk for a few moments. He took note of the St. Patrick's Day window clings on the bay window and the hedges in front of the windows that were replaced with rosebushes.
It was nothing out of the ordinary for the area. All of the houses were densely squished together, fitting as many on each block as possible. His parents had added on a second story when he was a child to make more room for their growing family.
They did a lot of work on the house, which took several years to finally complete. When it was all done, it was officially their dream house. They took out a wall between the front room and what used to be his parents' bedroom to expand the space. His room was moved upstairs next to his soon to be sister's room. His parents took his. The back bedroom was turned into a formal dining room and the kitchen counters were expanded. The basement was always a recreational area.

He smiled fondly at the memories of his childhood, and how he was able to help his father with some of the demolition work. He probably shouldn't have let him Luke play with a sledgehammer at his young age. However, it was fun.

Luke bounced up the stairs and caught his reflection in the glass door before opening it. He hand brushed his windblown short brown hair. He didn't want his mother to criticize him for un-kept hair so quickly after such a long absence.

He opened the storm door and held it open with his hip as he unlocked the front door. Lucas was welcomed by the familiar smell of his family home. Nothing had changed except for the giant flat screen television. The same light oak wood floors and soft green walls greeted him. The front room and hallway were decorated tastefully with family portraits taken every year of his childhood and adolescence. The more recent ones, he was missing from. Paintings his mother had collected over the years also donned the walls.

Keith, you're home rather early, did something happen at the office?" his mother's voice rang from her upstairs office "No, Ma nothing happened at office," he said back smiling, placing his luggage against the wall by the door.
Karen hurried out of her office and looked down over the railing, at her son. She was pleasantly shocked.
"Luke, that can't really be you, is it?"
He smiled up at his mother. "It's me."
She hurried down the stairs and wrapped her arms tightly around her son. She pulled away and looked him over, grinning wide. Her hands squeezed his arms, making sure that he was real.
"I can't believe you're here," she said with glee. "What are you doing here? How are you? Are you eating enough over there? How was the flight? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
His mother flooded him with questions and Luke just smiled, nodding and trying to speak, but she was incessant.
Her black brownish hair was pulled back in a bun, . Loose strands of hair fallen around her . She kept her figure fairly well over the years. Karen held his face in her hands and looked adoringly up at her son as he spoke.
"I'm great, Ma. Everything is great. I had about a month off in-between semesters and had saved up enough money to come home. I wanted to surprise everyone. I hope that's okay."
She kissed both his cheeks repeatedly, not stopping to talk, "Of course it's okay! I'm just shocked. I'm incredibly happy and shocked."
She pulled away and tentatively released him from her motherly embrace.
"You look exhausted," she said genuinely.
Lucas chuckled. "I am. I'd love a nap on my favorite sofa."
"You know where that is," she said with a wink. "Do you want some lunch beforehand? Peyton will be home from school in a few hours. She is going to flip out. You had better rest up, because she won't let you sleep once she gets home."
"No, I'm good. I ate on the plane. I know you're right about Peyton. I better get some shut eye while I still can," he said, and then kissed her cheek. "Don't let her know I'm here, okay?"
Karen nodded,Luke dragged his feet to the burgundy over stuffed leather sofa and collapsed down on it. He pulled a crocheted blanket, made by his mother, over him. He fell asleep almost immediately unable to stop smiling