A/N: Alright, I know the last thing I should be doing is starting a new story. But I couldn't help it :P Let me know what you think; if I should continue or not.
Title of the story from the Foo Fighters album.
Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill :P
A ray of early morning sunshine shone through the curtains in the small Tree Hill house that Lucas and Peyton Scott called home. A home that was filled with love, laughter, and happiness. The two had finally found their place in the world, and with each other. The love that the couple shared, was the kind of love that was rare. And they both knew how lucky they were to have it.
The soft pitter-patter of little feet on the hardwood floors woke Lucas from his sleep. Lucas loved these early morning rituals more than anything. He didn't know how a three year old could wake up at the same time every day, but she managed. He felt the tug of his comforter, then little hands playing with his closed eyelids.
"Daaaaaaaaady!" the little girl whispered in his ear. "Its time to waaaaaaake uuuuup." The small three year old had positioned herself on her elbows, laying on her stomach in between her 'sleeping' parents. He didn't budge, and that made her impatient.
"Rooooarr!" Lucas screamed, sitting up fast and grabbing her; causing her to erupt in shrills of laughter.
"Daddy!! Put me down!!" she shrieked, giggling.
"Okay, if you insist," he said, placing her on top of his wife, who in turn opened her eyes and started ticking the girl all over.
"Mommy!" she said in a high pitched voice, burying her face in her mothers chest, muffling the sound of her loud giggles.
Peyton finally stopped tickling the breathless little girl only to whisper something into her ear, making her smile. Seconds later they both jumped on Lucas and began tickling him.
"Hey!" he yelled. "This isn't fair."
They finally gave up and Peyton settled back against Lucas, who wrapped an arm around her. Their daughter, Abby Scott laid flat on her father's stomach.
"Alright, Kiddo. What are you making us for breakfast?" Lucas asked his daughter, who jumped up excitedly hearing his question.
"What do you want?" she asked, pretending to hold a notebook and pen.
"I want pancakes and eggs... and toast," Peyton said. Abby scribbled on her invisible notebook, nodding.
"Okay, what do you want Daddy?"
"I want waffles and bacon... with a side of pickles," he said seriously.
"Ew!!" she shrieked. "Pickles?!"
"Yes, and we'd like our breakfast in bed please," he added.
"Okay, I'll be right back!" she said, bouncing off the bed and running into her room.
Peyton smiled and laid her head back down on Lucas' chest. "Well, that should buy us about five minutes."
Lucas laughed and pulled her chin up so he could kiss her. She scooted up in the bed and placed a hand on the back of his head, deepening their kiss. "Mmm... Good morning," she whispered, smiling.
"Good morning to you too," he said, running a hand through her blonde curls. Lucas Scott fell more and more in love with his wife each day.
"Do you have time to take Abby to Skills' today on your way to work? I've got to head in to the office pretty early," she said, snuggling closer to him.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "Wait, I've got an appointment at the doctor's today."
"Oh, yeah thats right. You need me to go with you? I can cancel today's plans if I have to."
"No, no.. I can go by myself," he said, rubbing her back.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, its just a yearly checkup. Nothing major," he reassured.
"Okay, well.. I guess I could take her to work with me and Skills could pick her up there," she suggested. Skills kept Abby during the days, as well as Nathan and Haley's kids, Jamie and Kaitlyn Scott. Jamie now 10, and his sister, Kaitlyn was 5.
"Okay, sounds good," Lucas said.
Their peace and quiet was soon interrupted by a little girl carrying a tray filled with plastic play food. She set the tray on the bed before pulling herself up. She picked the tray up once more, and crawled up to where her parents laid.
"Okay, Mommy...," she said, handing Peyton a plate with a plastic pancake on it.
"Daddy." She handed Lucas a plate with plastic broccoli, tomatoes, and pickles on it.
"Where are my waffles and bacon?" he asked, holding back a laugh.
"Sorry, Daddy. We were out."
He nodded and stared down at his plate filled with vegetables. Peyton picked up her plastic pancake and pretended to eat it in front of Lucas.
"Yuuummm..." she said, teasing him.
"Shut up," he said playfully, rolling his eyes.
Abby gasped. "Daddy said a bad word!"
"He did," Peyton agreed, looking over at Lucas.
"She was being mean," he said, pointing a finger at Peyton.
"Don't make scuses, Daddy," Abby said, sliding off the bed and running back into her room.
Peyton laughed and turned to Lucas, "Alright, I'm going to go take a shower. You get Abby ready."
"Noo.." he whined, pulling her back down onto the bed and rolling on top of her.
"Luke, I have to get up. I have work," she said, laughing.
"I'm sure you could be a little late... You own the place," he said with a smirk, leaning down and sucking on her neck.
"Lucas..." she moaned, tilting her neck. "She could come back in here any minute."
"So?" he said, smiling and kissing her lips while running a hand up her shirt.
She grabbed his hands and pushed him off her, "I'll make it up to you later, I promise." She kissed his nose and jumped out of bed, walking into the bathroom.
He groaned, "I'll remember that!"
"Morning, Molly!" Peyton called as she walked briskly into her record label, holding Abby's hand. Molly, who lived in Peyton's old house, had been working for Peyton since she graduated High School.
"Morning, Molly!!" Abby repeated cheerfully, just like her mother.
"Good Morning, Peyton, Abby. Peyton, Mia just called, she wants you to call her back. And don't forget about the recording this afternoon," Molly said, following Peyton to her desk.
"Okay, thanks," she said, sitting her things down on her desk and plopping down in the rolling chair. "Skills should be coming by around 12, could you let me know when he gets here?"
"Sure," Molly said sweetly and exited Peyton's office, making her way back to the front desk.
"Why do I have to go to Uncle Skillz's?" Abby asked with a pout that looked just like her fathers.
"Where did you learn that face?" Peyton asked, slightly amused.
"Daddy."
"Uh huh.. Well, you need to go with your Uncle Skills so Mommy can get some work done," Peyton said, pulling out a coloring book for Abby and handing it to her. "Work on this until he gets here okay? Then you can go play with your cousins."
"But I don't want to play with them.."
"Why not?" Peyton asked, coming down to the three-year olds level.
"Because, I want to stay here with you," she whined.
"I know, honey. But I have to work..." Peyton tried to reason with the little girl, but that look and those Scott eyes made her cave. "Alright, listen. If you go to Uncle Skills' for a little bit so Mommy can get her work done, I'll come pick you up early and we can make dinner for Daddy. How does that sound?"
"But you can't cook," Abby said as a matter of factly.
"Yes I can!" Peyton argued.
"No, Daddy says you can't cook..."
"Oh, and you believe everything your father says?" she asked.
"Duh," Abby said, rolling her eyes.
"Fine. We'll order a pizza," Peyton huffed.
"Yay!!" Abby exclaimed. "Can we watch Cinderella too?"
"But we've watched that everyday this week."
"Nuh uh," she sassed.
"Uh huh," Peyton said back in the exact same tone.
"But its my favrite movie!" she argued loudly
"Oh! I have an idea," Peyton said, bending down to her level.
"What?"
"How about you get your Uncle Skills to watch Cinderella with you?? I bet he would love that movie."
"Okay!" the little girl said excitedly. Peyton laughed, picturing Skills watching Cinderella with a three year old girl.
"Good, so what are you working on?" Peyton asked her after she had gotten settled at her desk.
Abby quickly hid her coloring book. "Its a suprise!"
"Lucas Scott," a nurse called from the door to the waiting room. Lucas stood up and walked towards the nurse. "Right this way."
He followed the nurse through dimly lit hallways until they came to an examining room. "You can take your shirt off and have a seat. The doctor will be with you shortly."
"Okay, thanks," he said, stripping off his shirt and sitting down on the examining table.
Awhile later, Dr. Williams appeared in the doorway. "Afternoon, Lucas," he said, extending his hand. "How are you?"
Lucas shook his hand. "I'm doing great, thanks," he said, slightly smiling.
"Thats good, how have you been feeling lately?"
"I feel fine," he said truthfully.
"Any shortness of breath?"
"No."
"Have you been exercising?" the doctor asked.
"Not recently, no. I've been pretty busy... haven't had much time."
"Are you still taking your heart medication?" The doctor made small notes on his clipboard.
"Yeah, I am."
Dr. Williams took out a stethoscope and placed it on Lucas bare chest. "Breathe In... And out."
Lucas followed the directions, and the doctor placed the stethoscope on his back. They repeated the process and Lucas was allowed to put his shirt back on. Dr. Williams made a few notes on his clipboard, then looked up.
"Lucas, is your afternoon free?"
"Yeah, I don't have anywhere to be."
"Good, we're going to do some heart tests. A nurse will be in to tell you what to do, this shouldn't take more than two hours."
"Okay..." Lucas said hesitantly. "Is this normal? I thought this was just an annual checkup.. I've never had to do this before."
"We are just taking precautions. Nothing to be worried about, yet."
"Yet?" Lucas asked, beginning to get worried.
The doctor stood up and paused at the door. "A nurse will be with you shortly."
He left in a hurry, closing the door behind him. Minutes later, he heard a nurse approaching his room. He looked up as she opened the door.
"Hi, Lucas. I'm Barbara Allen, and I'll be assisting with your heart tests this afternoon," she said in a cheerful voice. She took a seat in front of Lucas and looked down at his charts. "First of all, do you have any questions before we begin?"
"Uh, what's this for?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Well, its basically to make sure the blood is pumping into and out of your heart correctly. We are going to do some scans and take some blood. Then we are going to get you connected to a machine so we can monitor your heart rate while you walk on the treadmill," she explained.
"When will I know the results?"
"We should get the blood and scan results back in the morning. The nurse at the front desk will schedule you for a meeting with your doctor as soon as tomorrow. That sound good?" she asked, smiling. All her smiling was beginning to make him nauseous.
"Hey, Peyton!" Mouth said, swinging open the door of his and Skills' apartment. He was covered head to toe in flour.
"Mouth! What happened to you!?" Peyton asked, mouth a gaped.
He laughed. "Well... we were making cookies with Milly and it all kinda got out of hand."
"Oh, Mouth..." Peyton said, giggling. "Where's Abby?"
"In the kitchen," Mouth said, closing the door behind Peyton. They both walked into the kitchen to find three kids throwing marshmallows at Skills who was armed with a pot and pan.
"Mommy!" Abby screamed, dropping her handful of marshmallows on the floor and running over to hug her mother.
"Are you being good for Uncle Skills and Mouth?" she asked.
"Um...yeah!" Abby answered after thinking about it.
"Uh huh... Well, lets help them clean up and we can go home and make some dinner," Peyton suggested, picking marshmallows off the floor. Instead of throwing them away, she threw them at Skills, taking him completely off guard.
"Oh, Blondie. No you just didn't," he said with his brows raised.
"Oh, I think I just did," she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, we'll just see if you get any cookies," he said as Millicent pulled freshly baked cookies out of the oven.
"Oh, come on!" Peyton exclaimed as her phone rang in her purse. She looked at the caller ID and smiled.
"Hey!" Peyton said into the phone.
"Hey you," Lucas greeted.
"Where are you?"
"At home, where are you?"
"At Skills getting Abby," she said, ignoring her daughter screaming to talk to her dad.
"Whats going on there?" he asked, laughing at all the background noise he heard through the phone.
"Oh, the kids are just terrorizing Skills and Mouth with cooking ingredients," she said.
"Wow."
"Yeah, I know," she said with a laugh.
"I'll be glad when you get here... today's been a long day," he said, plopping down on the couch with a beer in his hand.
"We'll hurry home," she said, making him smile.
"Good, I love you."
"Love you too, see you soon," she said, smiling as she shut the phone.