"Are you sure about this," Lucas Scott asked grasping the steering wheel of the SUV he had borrowed from his friend Brooke Davis. "I mean, your sugar daddy is making some serious money now."

He looked over at his wife Peyton Sawyer Scott and saw her try to suppress a smile as she lifted her right hand to open the door to the vehicle. Lucas drew in a deep breath and let it out. That meant only one thing. They were doing this.

"Come on, Lucas, I think this will be great," she informed him. "Part of history and all." Peyton walked around to the front of the vehicle and waited for him to join her.

She placed her palm on her bulging abdomen and stroked her hand back and forth. Lucas stopped in mid stride to watch her actions. He felt his groin tighten at the scene. He would feel bad about it, a pregnant woman turning him on so.

But this was his pregnant woman – his Peyton. They had gone through so much to get to this moment – married, happy and expecting a child. Sometimes he worried it was all a dream and he would wake up without her. But that hadn't happened yet and each day he let himself believe just a little bit more that this was really his life.

Lucas ambled over to meet her and took her hand. They walked together to the large self-storage unit. The facility was in a remote part of Tree Hill and the parking area was just gravel. He looked at the row and row of storage units and shook his head.

"What?" Peyton asked as she dropped his hand to fumble in her purse.

"Nothing." Lucas stepped back and held up his hands. He still couldn't believe he was out here about to rummage through the shed. All for something they could buy new at the store.

"Here it is," Peyton said pulling the key to the storage unit out of her purse. "My dad sent me the key when I came back." She dangled the small bronze key in front of him, a TRIC keychain hung from the key.

"Bet you don't know something," Peyton said smiling widely. She walked over to the sliding door of the unit.

"What don't I know," Lucas said with a slight drawl. He walked up beside Peyton and took the key from her hand. "Let me," he told her.

"You don't know that my car, the Comet," she put inflection on the word comet and giggled.

Lucas looked her in the eye and grinned then dipped his head. After all secrets were out and truths revealed it really was embarrassing he didn't even realize his second book was all about Peyton Sawyer.

"That my car," Peyton continued. "Was stored in that storage unit right there." She pointed to the unit beside the one they were opening.

"I was going to sell it," she continued. "But my dad said I loved that car so much and it was such a part of me I should just hold on to it. That he would store it for me."

"Good thing I did," Peyton winked at Lucas and then brushed a hand across her tummy where their unborn child rested within her.

"It was the best thing you did," Lucas told her leaning down to plant a kiss on her lips. "Besides marrying me, of course." He returned the wink she had flashed him earlier.

"I for one think you should feel lucky I said yes," she teased.

Not long ago they couldn't have teased this way because emotions were too raw. But there comes a time in your life when you realize you really are with the right person and all the hurt and drama of the past just fades away.

"Well that goes without saying," Lucas told her as he placed the small key in the lock and clicked it open. He took Peyton's arm and stepped back with her as he used his other hand to swing the door wide open.

"Wow," he said. Scanning the storage unit piled high with a lifetime full of items. "Didn't your dad take anything with him when he moved away?"

"I am sure he did," Peyton told Lucas as she walked from his side and started to make her way into the unit. She reached over and flipped on the light switch illuminating the dark area.

"Peyton," Lucas warned. He rushed up and took her arm again. "Be careful, okay, there is stuff everywhere. You could trip or …."

Peyton kicked up a half grin at him. Lucas had been like this since the moment she informed him she was pregnant. Of course it didn't help that the first three months of her pregnancy they weren't even sure if she could carry the baby to term. There had been early complications and every day Peyton woke up surprised the baby was still nestled inside her. But that had passes and now she was just like any other healthy pregnant woman but she couldn't convince Lucas of that. It was as if he wanted to wrap her in cotton.

"How many times do I have to tell you I am just pregnant," Peyton grinned widely at him.

"And I want you to stay that way." Lucas said grasping her hand.

"How long?" She tugged on his hand. "You want me to be pregnant forever?" She was teasing.

Lucas chuckled. "No," he drug out. "Just the typical nine months. And then we get our little girl." Lucas placed his hand on her abdomen.

"You are determined this baby is a girl, aren't you?" Peyton placed her hand on his. "Even though we didn't want to know on the ultrasound."

"It can only be girl," Lucas said with confidence. "A little girl with dark blonde ringlets, beautiful green eyes and a passion for art and music."

"I think if it is a girl she should have her daddy's eyes," Peyton added. "And maybe a killer fade away jump shot."

"I would like that," Lucas said leaning down to place a kiss on Peyton's temple. "Hmm, me the coach of a girl's basketball team, I can see that."

"Or she could be a cheerleader," Peyton joked. "Maybe she would be cheery."

They laughed together sharing their history. It was a part of them, always, their history but also part of their future.

"How about we get what we came for and get out of here," Lucas suggested. "I have the sudden urge to take my pregnant wife to bed."

"Oh, yeah, let's go," Peyton agreed.

Lucas parted from her and walked to the back of the storage unit. "Found it," he called as Peyton wandered through the unit. "Are you sure you want to use your old baby crib," he held up pieces of it to her.

"Yeah, it comforts me to know my mom stood at the same crib I will be and watched me sleep," Peyton said. "It will be like she is there."

"Okay," Lucas said as he started to haul the pieces out to the SUV. "You got it."

Peyton started picking up items and looking at them, allowing each item to bring back specific memories. Looking in a box marked Ana, Peyton rummaged through it until she found an old music box. She opened it and sweet strains of music wafted from it. She rubbed her hand across the light brown box and as she was about to close it, she noticed a piece of the cloth inside was torn. She lifted it up and when she did, she noticed paper inside.

Lifting it more, she pulled out what now was revealed as envelopes. She took them out, and sat the music box down. The music still playing, she took one of the letters and opened. She anticipated a letter written to her mother from her father and couldn't wait to see their history. However, what she saw wasn't a fairytale, far from it. It was more like a nightmare.

The first three words of the letter shattered her world forever – "My dearest Dan" the letter began.