Peyton's eyes opened to Lucas's lips softly touching hers. She smiled as he pulled away and helped her out of the car. "I'm so sleepy." Peyton mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Lucas chuckled and bent down, putting one hand around her left leg and the other around her waist, lifting her with ease into his arms. Peyton clung to him at the sudden loss of Earth under her feet. "Don't worry...I gotcha." Lucas whispered, soothingly. He opened the back door of the car, hanging their luggage on his arm, then putting it right back under Peyton's leg. Walking to the house with her in his arms, looking down at her fragile, small frame, brought tears to his eyes for reasons he did not understand. Maybe it was that she looked so beautiful. Maybe it was the way the wind blew her gorgeous blonde hair. Or maybe, just maybe, it was that her life was and would always be in his hands.
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He gently laid her down on his bed...their bed. He got a dark blue blanket out from one of the drawers in his dresser and covered her up with it. As he kissed her forehead he whispered, "I love you, Peyt." and went to get their bags, begginning to unpack.
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Her eyes snapped open, as she felt her stomach rolling and the dim morning light shining through the window. She groaned, uncovering herself as she went to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She got up slowly, grabbing a rag to wipe her mouth off with, and then staring at herself in the mirror. Her reflection disgusted her. She wiped off her smeared makeup and flushed the toilet, reaching for the door knob.
It twisted, opening with a worried Lucas on the outside. "Hey. I heard you in here and came to check on you...are you okay?" Lucas focused on Peyton's pale complexion. "You don't look so good, Peyton." Peyton looked down, searching for the right words. "I uh...I don't feel so good, either." She put a hand over her stomach and frowned. "I think I'm gonna be sick." And with that, she raced to the toilet, vomiting into it.
Lucas walked over to her, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, pulling her hair out of the way and gently rubbing her back. Peyton smiled graciously as Lucas wiped her mouth with a warm rag. "Thanks Luke." she whispered, quietly before getting up suddenly and grabbing onto the sink.
"Whoa." Lucas grabbed her hips from behind, steadying her. "You okay?" She closed her eyes, trying to make the feeling pass. "Yeah...just dizzy. I'll be fine." Lucas nodded his head, "Okay...If you say so." Lucas kept a tight hold of Peyton's arms as he walked her back into their bedroom.
He sat down beside of her, his hand on her knee. "You think you could keep something down?...I made breakfast." He put his hand on her forehead, slowly wiping her hair out of her face. "I'm not really hungry...The nausea's just starting to pass." Lucas smiled, "Okay. You want me to stay with you? Cuz I can call Skillz and tell him I won't be at work today, It's no problem..." Peyton shook her head. "No, but I won't be alone...I'll call Brooke, just in case something happens..." Peyton slid her hand over Lucas's.
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"I love you...Bye." Peyton whispered as Lucas kissed her forehead. "I love you too...I'll be calling you all day today, okay?...And if you sound even the least bit sick, I'm coming home." Lucas rambled on and Peyton finally stopped him. "I'm okay...go." Lucas smiled, walking out the door as Peyton grabbed her phone. After three rings, Brooke answered. "Hey, Blondie, what's up?" Peyton hesitated, "Wha...where are you?" Peyton felt tears stinging her eyes. "I'm at clothes over bros...why?" Brooke asked, confused. Peyton felt hot tears on her cheeks. "I need you to come over...Brooke, I think I'm pregnant."
