Fireworks

Disclaimer : I don't own anything

A/N : Little randoms moments of Peyton and Lucas' life. It will be a multi chapters story, random one shots. Enjoy !

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The most beautiful day in his life was the day he married Peyton. Actually he had has many beautiful days in his life. The day he met her, the day he kissed her for the first time, the days he saved her. And the day she gave birth to their daughter. Sawyer Baley Karen Scott, Haley and Brooke say that she's named after them, which is a bit true.

He remembered why he had married her (even if he'd never forget) the day she told him she wanted to name their daughter after his mom. She has a big heart, with no limits.

Sawyer was almost three months when Haley and Brooke convinced Peyton to go out for a shopping day. They had told her that Sawyer will be fine with her father and her uncle Nate. After many goodbyes and love you's, Brooke and Haley finally dragged her out of the house.

Lucas and Nathan had planned a day in front of an important basketball game. It was just when the match began when Sawyer started to cry. Lucas sighed and stood up, quickly walking to the nursery.

He swore she was going to be like her mom, feisty and bad ass, with wild curls and bands tee shirts. She would have his blue eyes and unfortunately, her nose looked like his.

He picked her up and cradled her against his chest, bouncing her slightly. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and her crying submitted. He laughed because Peyton told him that she could cry just when she wanted to be hold but Lucas didn't believe her. Now that Sawyer knew when she cried her daddy picked her up, she cried all the time.

"Hey, none of that Doodle," he rubbed her back soothingly and whispered sweet words to her ear. He checked her diaper, looked if she was not too hot or too cold, if she was hungry.

Yep, she just wanted her daddy. He laughed slightly and made his way down the hall where Nathan was focusing on the game. He sat on the couch and her eyes immediately darted to the TV. She babbled something and threw her arms in the air once in a while.

"She so has you wrapped around her pinky finger," Nathan commented, raising an eyebrow when Sawyer touched his face and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, how can she not? She's a beauty," he shrugged a shoulder and looked down at his daughter. He blew her a raspberry kiss and she let out the perfect baby giggle. He laughed when she kicked her tiny arms as Nathan stood up and threw his fist on the air when the team they're supporting made a free shot. "And a future cheerleader."

"With Peyton as her mom? No offense but Peyton was the least cheery person I knew in High School," he said with a scoff before taking a sip of his beer.

"Hey, that's my line," he said, slapping Nathan's arm playfully. "I'm telling you, she cheers already,"

Let's see what Peyton thought about that.

"Look at this!" Brooke said as she picked up a dress from its rank. It was a white summer dress with a brown belt, cut to the knees and with thin straps.

"It's gorgeous," Haley said in awe as she touched the material.

"It's December." Peyton added, rolling her eyes.

"So?" Brooke asked with a raised brow. "This will make Lucas jump out of his pants. Hell, anything on you could make him do that." The two friends looked as Peyton's behavior changed. She didn't make a comment about it and avoided their looks. She didn't even give them a smile, which was suspect for them enough. "Honey, how long has it been?"

Peyton didn't answer and toyed with the hem of her shirt instead. "OK, that means too long," Haley said, letting out a sigh.

"Hales..." Peyton warned and swallowed. It had actually been long since Lucas and she had a little intimacy. The thing was, they both worked all day and the nanny took care of Sawyer. But when they came home, they wanted to spend some time with her and are exhausted once they're in bed to do anything else. The doctor said she was clear two months ago and every time Lucas and her tried to have a little bit time to them selves, Sawyer began to cry. "It's just...we don't have time anymore, we're both exhausted at the end of the day and every time we try to do something, Sawyer wakes up." she shrugged a shoulder and smiled weakly at her friends.

"Why don't you take a little trip, just the two of you? Like a second honeymoon?" Brooke asked, rubbing her best friend's arm.

"I can't leave her yet for a whole week,"

"Then let us have them for the day and the night." Peyton nodded and smiled gratefully. "Come on, we need to find you lingerie. Black is it?" They let out a laugh and they dragged Peyton around the store, stopping every once in a while when Brooke spotted something interesting.

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Peyton came home the same night, laughing when she saw Sawyer sitting in Lucas' lap as they watched some cartoons. He was currently explaining her why the dog and the bird were not friends anymore. Peyton stifled another laugh when she looked up at him as if she didn't catch any of what he had just said. He kissed her hairline and greeted Peyton.

"Hey, how was shopping?" he asked as she walked to him. She set her bags on the floor and his eyes widened. "Is my credit card empty yet or is there a few dollars left on it?"

"Shut up!" she crashed next to him on the sofa and kissed Sawyer's cheeks before kissing his. "I just...spent a few hundred dollars..." she said innocently.

"Hundreds?" he said a little louder than he intended to. Sawyer looked up with big eyes and he lowered his tone. "a few hundreds?"

"I bought a dress, boots, little things for her," she pointed at Sawyer and he rolled his eyes. She already had clothes until she was three at least. "And lingerie."

"Oh yeah? That's interesting," she raised an eyebrow and kissed his cheek once again before taking Sawyer from him.

"Hey baby girl," she scooped her up and pulled her into her lap. The three-month-old giggled when her mother blew her a raspberry kiss. She babbled something and reached for her mother's chin with her tiny hand. Peyton laughed and rubbed her nose against hers.

"I think it's time for bed," Lucas said as he looked down at Sawyer who had trouble keeping her lids open.

Once they had put her in her crib, they walked into their bedroom and Lucas kicked the door shut with his foot.

"So...Lingerie huh?" he asked, circling his arms around her waist. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. He groaned when she very slowly (freaking slowly) unbuttoned her shirt. Once the top of her shirt was opened, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down on the bed with her. She took his lips into hers as he continued to work on her shirt. He pushed the item aside and pulled back slightly. He sucked in a breath and swallowed upon the sight before him.

"Jesus Christ, Peyton." he breathed out. She smiled and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt before pulling it over his head. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and dropped kisses along it to the spot below her ear only he knew about it.

He sucked lightly and smirked against her skin when she let out a moan he knew she'd tried to hide. He knew he had an effect on her but she tried to hide it because he's too damn arrogant about it.

One thing led to another and their clothes were scattered around the room, the only thing covering them being the cotton sheets of the bed.

Lucas rolled onto his back, panting as he took Peyton into his arms and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, lifting her chin with his finger lightly and giving her a chaste kiss.

"Mmm. I love you, too."

As if on cue, shrill cries filled the room through the baby monitor set on their beside table. Lucas sighed, knowing that Sawyer just had a nightmare.

"I'll go get her," he whispered to Peyton.

"No. I didn't get to spend time with them today. Let me." he nodded and she kissed his chin before standing up. Lucas grinned and rested his hand behind his head as he watched his wife wander around the room as she looked for her robe. Once she found it, she turned, feeling his eyes on her.

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing. Just admiring the view. My girl is smokin' hot."

She shook her head and threw him the black bra she had on earlier.

She was his girl.

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It was 8:00 in the morning and Peyton could already smell the bacon frying in the pan. Her and Lucas usually stayed in bed cuddling together when it was still early but she assumed that Sawyer had woken him up a while before.

Padding in the kitchen bare foot, she quickly spotted Sawyer sitting in her high chair and Lucas in front of the stove, a dish towel draped across his shoulder as he made breakfast. While his back was turned, he made discussion to his daughter that was drawn by his voice.

Peyton smiled and crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame as she watched the scene before her.

"And after that, your mommy almost ran daddy over with her car. Can you believe that?" he asked as he turned around, his eyes wide in exaggeration, making Sawyer erupt into a fit of giggles. The frying pan in the hand as he walked to the table, he set it down before leaning in and kissing Sawyer's little upturned nose.

Lucas lifted his head and spotted Peyton in the door way. He smiled sheepishly as she walked over to him.

"How much have you heard?" he asked his wife as she kissed Sawyer's forehead.

"Well you made me a dangerous driver in front of my daughter. Nice," she said with a laugh, kissing him quickly on the lips. "Morning."

"Morning," he replied and watched as her hips swayed away when she walked to the coffee pot.

"Stop checking me out." she said without even turning around. He had no idea how she knew. Peyton handed him a mug filled with coffee and they both sat down on their chair.

"I wasn't. I was just checking that your pajamas weren't new ones." he mumbled.

Peyton raised her eyebrows and shook her head slightly. "How come you were up so early?"

"Sawyer woke me up around five so I fed her a bottle and then I wrote a little. A few hundreds words, not much."

"Can I read it?" she asked, just as she did every morning since he started his new book.

"Nope."

"Pretty please?" she said, leaning into him and kissing the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head. "Not ready."

Peyton groaned and turned to her daughter without another word. She scooped her up from her chair and tapped the tip of her nose. "What silly things did daddy tell you baby girl? Huh? That I was a bad driver back then?"

Lucas simply smiled at his wife and daughter's interaction as he leaned back into his chair.

That's how he loved to spend his mornings. With his family.

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