She stared out the '67 Mustang's window, watching the rain drops hit everything violently. She hadn't kept anything down for three days and she felt like crap but she had to pretend like everything was fine for Lucas. Their anniversary was coming up and then memorial day, and this was the last thing she needed, but she had to be strong. If not for Luke, then for Karen. They were driving back from seeing her and Lily in Florida. The move was supposed to "be better for the baby," but Lucas disagreed.
A flash of nausea hit her, knocking her out of her thoughts. She looked out beyond the dashboard, hoping for the feeling to subside. What was wrong with her? She was so sluggish and...just not bouncing back from the trip. She closed her eyes, but only for a moment before Lucas's hand rested gently on her thigh. It sent shivers up her spine and a cold chill everywhere else. He always had that effect on her, especially since...well, since a few weeks ago.
Her breath hitched sharply and Lucas noticed.
"...You okay?" Lucas asked, slowly rubbing her thigh with his thumb. Peyton wiped away a tear and plastered on a smile. She turned to look at him. "Y-Yeah, Fine." as she wiped away another tear. Lucas looked back at the road, one hand carefully steering, before he reached up to Peyton's face, wiping away her tears and then sliding his arm around her, hugging her and pulling her closer. "Now...Tell me the truth." he whispered huskily into her ear. Peyton looked up at him and their eyes met. Lucas looked back at the road, driving along as Peyton started to think of an excuse. "Well...I'm a little jet-lagged and...I'm just real tired..." Peyton yawned, "Actually, I think I'm gonna take a nap, okay?" Lucas smiled. "I'll wake you when we're home." He whispered, and with that, her eyes fluttered close.