Summary: There is a deep and sometimes dark truth hiding within us all. You may not see it, you may even choose to ignore it but that doesn't mean that it does not exist. Sometimes these truths have a way of rising to the surface for all to see. Or maybe just a select few, but in the end all that matters is what you do with this said truth that makes you who you are.
In Our Moment Of Truth
In the shadows of a dark, stormy night a woman laid wrapped within the protective arms of her lover as the heavy down pour of rain tapped fiercely against her bedroom window. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as he sighed and shifted slightly for the tenth time probably debating as to whether or not to leave her side and enter the room that lay just a few steps away.
The woman, laughed a little at this.
She knew that he would eventually give in and venture off into the bedroom of their eldest son and that he was only postponing the inevitable but what could she do? The two of them have been going back and forth for quite sometime now so the fact that he was nervous about looking in on the young man was understandable. She just wished that things had been different but the past was the past and it was time for them to work their family, together. No matter how awkward it was going to be in the beginning.
"Why don't you just go see him?" she finally questioned.
She could almost feel his breath become lodged in his throat.
"How did you know that I was thinking about him? Or going to see him for that matter"
"Because I just know, besides you've been doing the same thing for weeks now. The tossing and turning, the sighing and getting in and out of bed, everything. It's the same thing and the only thing it leads to is you walking down to his room anyway, so why don't you just save yourself some trouble and go"
"I hadn't realized that you were awake all those times. I hope that doesn't bother you. Me going to see him that is"
Off his words the woman turned around to face him. Even in the darkness of night she could still see his eyes sparkling. They were so bright, so mesmerizing. She didn't realize just how much her little boy looked like his father until now.
"He's your son too you know. I know it sounds weird saying that after all this time and everything that's happened but it's true"
"Hmm, well I'm sure he'd beg to differ. He hates me and there's nothing that's ever going to change that" he replied with a hint of sadness.
"You don't know that for sure" she continued sympathetically. "I mean the two of you were close at one point. Grant it your time together was brief but there had to be something there to bring you guys together in the first place and I'm not talking about that"
He smiled at the knowing look on her face. It was amazing how well she knew him.
"Yeah, but that was before I managed to screw things up, again"
The woman kissed him softly on the lips before moving to lie on her back.
"True but things are different now and with the baby on the way anything's possible. You just have to try hard enough. Now I'm not telling you to push him because we all know how well that would turn out but don't give up or give him too much space either. You'll see. In time everything will be okay"
The dark haired male became noticeably tense at the mention of the couple's second child. It wasn't because that he was unhappy about the up coming birth it was just that he was afraid of his son's reaction once he discovered the truth.
"Have you told him yet?" he questioned.
It became evident in by her body language and lack of response that she indeed hadn't.
"Well he knows that I'm having a baby…"
His laugher stopped her from going any further.
"Well that's obvious but does he know that it's mine. That I'm the father and not…" he trailed off unsure of how to finish.
She looked away from him, suddenly choosing to gaze out of the window and into the rain instead.
She stayed like that for a few seconds before turning back to him.
"No"
"I see" he spoke with a twinge of disappointment.
"I'm not ashamed of this baby or being with you again it that's what you're thinking"
"I know you're not but it still…"
"Listen I'm sorry I just…"
"I know. You want to take things slow and not do anything to push him away but you have to promise me that you'll tell him soon, because if he finds out on his own or even if somebody else tells him he's going to be pissed off. You know how out of control a Scott can be if they feel betrayed or deceived"
"Trust me I know"
It came out slowly and he knew what was going on. The mother of his two children was having flashbacks of the many assy things he had done to her leaving him with a feeling that was becoming a stable in his life. Those feelings were ones of guilt and sorrow.
"I'm sorry for all of that you know" he said as he began to rub soft circles around her exposed belly button.
She smiled, almost coyly at the show of affection. She wasn't used to seeing the man this way, so honest and naked in more then the psychical sense of the words and it felt kind of good, especially given their past.
In a way everything going on between them at this moment felt so surreal to her. It was as if she were living a dream and any minute now she was going to wake up cold and alone with him sleep in his big empty house by the sea, far away for her touch.
"What was it like?" his voice called out to her, pulling her from her thoughts.
"What was what like?"
"Being pregnant with him, what was it like?"
The softness of his voice caught her off guard.
"I didn't know that you even wondered or cared"
She could tell that those words hurt him.
"I did. I just missed so much with him, with you. I'd give anything to go back and change it all. To change the day I became cold and distant, like my father"
"Well we can't go back. Too much has happened. Besides we're not even the same people any more"
"No, but we can be" his voice in that instant seemed so small and child like.
"I didn't say that to hurt you but even you have to admit that things have changed"
"They have but that doesn't mean that we can't be happy together. Like we should have been before basketball and my own stupidity got in the way"
"I never said that we couldn't be. I'm just saying that it's going to take a lot for us to get back there, back to who we were, before everything fell apart"
"I understand but you never answered my question. You know, about him"
The woman laughed.
"Well it was kind of rough during the first six months" she giggled at the memory "The only thing that boy let me eat and actually keep down was potato chips dipped in ketchup and olives in chocolate ice cream with marshmallow sauce and strawberry syrup"
"Ok that's just nasty" he too found himself laughing.
"Well that isn't the worst of it. You see our dear boy was extremely active and thought that it was fun to elbow and kick mommy in the kidneys"
"Hey he was just practicing his jump shots"
"Yeah I'm sure" she smirked.
Her words lingered in the air for a while as the two lay side by side listening to the sound of the rain.
"Do you think that he's still awake?"
"I haven't heard him moving around since about nine and it's a little after twelve now so I think that it's safe to assume he is"
"I hope you're right" the man said getting up and collecting his boxer shorts and tee shirt from the floor.
"Because if I get into another argument with the kid I swear to you, I will blaming all of my misdeeds on you and tell him that you sent me in there"
"I wouldn't expect anything less" she giggled "Thanks for the love babe"
He turned back and grinned "Any time" before exiting the room.
Slowly he made his way down the hall and was shocked to see light illuminating the door's wooden frame. The dark figured mumbled a few cruse words under his breath until he cautiously peeked around the corner and discovered that the young man was in fact a sleep. He had been writing or rather typing something on his lap top before he dozed now.
The lab top was now resting on the edge of the bed where the older man quickly retrieved it before placing it on the night stand table. He smiled and shook his head as he removed the boy's copy of The Great Gatsby from his side and tossed it into an empty chair.
He jumped a little when the boy moved unexpectedly resting his head on one of his hands and snuggling into it. Once he was sure that the blond was still in a deep slumber he continued to survey the room. That's when he noticed that the boy's pillows and covers were hanging off the bed, all shuffled and displaced.
He laughed quietly. It always amazed him how the boy could sleep so uncomfortably, with books and other things scattered about. No normal person could ever sleep in such conditions but yet his son always found a way.
"Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. I just don't understand how you do it kid" the man said before gathering the boy's pillows and placing one beside him and the other gently behind his head.
At this Lucas's eyes opened slightly, completely catching the man off guard and causing him to bring all movement to a halt. But fortunately the boy closed after only a minute, obviously still having been sleeping the whole time. Dan sighed in relief as he retrieved the covers from the foot of the bed and placed them over the sleeping teenager.
He then sat at the blond's bedside and traced a loving hand over his features and smiled.
"Don't worry son, everything's going to be okay from now on. I know that I've made some mistakes with you and your brother but I'm going to do better this time. For you, Nathan, your mother and your new baby sister I promise you"
"Hey" a voice interrupted from the door way.
"Hey" he smiled as she walked over to him and rested her hands on his shoulders. "You know you may want to try that little speech of yours when he's actually awake"
The man turned to her with an amused grin "Why so he can tell me where to shove it?"
Karen tried to stifle a laugh but failed miserably causing Lucas to stir.
"Shhh, we better get out of here before he wakes up" she said giving the boy a kiss on the forehead.
"Yeah I guess you're right" replied Dan as he made his way to his feet "Good night son" he whispered.
The pair then left the bedroom, shutting the door behind them and heading back to bed.
The house was silent once again except for the rain that poured from the heavens outside just as a boy made his way to the front door. His hands were shaking and his conscious raged war with his heart as he laid the yellow envelope addressed to "Lucas Scott" at the base of the door. Inside was the information the boy needed to get rid of his so called father once and for all. For inside was the tape that was sure to send the man to death row for the crime of shooting his own brother in cold blood.
Mouth then looked at the envelope and the house that he had visited his best friend in every since he could remember one last time before leaving Tree Hill for good.