Hello. Right, so I've pretty much decide I'm no longer going to promise updates at any time 'cause I never stick to it! Anyways, here's the newest chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 7 – Sweet Child o' Mine?
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Calm down Peyton. Shit! This is stressful."
Peyton Sawyer was locked in her bathroom, sitting on the floor, an egg timer placed by her head.
She laughed non-comically "Wow. I'm talking to myself, the first sign of insanity, just what I need right now! Urgh... hurry up!"
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"P. Sawyer?"
"One second!" Her voice came out frustrated and harsher than she expected.
"Okey dokey. C'mon Julian, let's go see Naley." She said before shouting through the doorway. "P. Sawyer, we'll be at Naley's when you've stopped being so PMS!"
'If only it was PMS' she thought to herself before sighing. 'Well at least I'm not talking aloud anymore...'
"Hey Naley." Brooke bounced through the young couple's front door to see them both slung over the breakfast bar nursing giant mugs of coffee.
"Mornin'." Nathan managed a garbled reply while Haley just nodded her head.
"What's up with you two?" Brooke asked with a giant grin on her face.
'Stupid grin.' Nathan wanted to wipe it off, but he knew that his wife would be angry. 'Urgh,' was his next thought. 'Look what's happened to me, I'm Nathan Scott, I used to let nothing and no one get in my way or tell me what to do. Now what? I'm nineteen; coming up to my third wedding anniversary and I have a sixteen month old baby? What happened?'
"Oh no, is he alright?" Nathan was pulled from his reverie by Brooke's shocked voice.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Jamie?" Brooke spoke slowly, like Nathan was stupid. "Hales just said he was ill. Is he ok?"
"Oh, oh right. Yeah, it was just like a bug. The doctor said it was probably only 24 hours and that it'd hit worse after 3-4 hours of getting it." He explained.
"Unfortunately, those '3-4 hours' happened to be the middle of the night, so we're exhausted!" Haley yawned into her coffee.
"Awh... you poor things! Do you want me and Jules to take him for a bit? You guys can catch up on your sleep."
"Thanks for the offer, Brooke. But we'll be fine, honest."
"Are you sure, boytoy? You don't have to sleep... if ya know what I mean?" she waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.
Haley laughed. "Thanks Brooke, but no thanks. I'm too tired."
Brooke giggled, "first you, next Nathan will be saying 'oh not tonight honey, I have a headache'!"
"He already does."
"No way!"
"Once!" he semi-shouted "Once, and I actually did have a headache. I mean, come on. Would you make Julian if he had a headache?"
"Yes," both Brooke and Julian replied simultaneously.
Nathan looked at Julian with his mouth agape. "Seriously?"
"If Brooke wanted me to, yeah." He looked at Brooke with open love on his features.
"Excuse me one sec while I gag on my coffee."
"Shut up, Nate! You and Haley used to be like this once. It's called the honey-moon stage. Hell! Even you and P. Sawyer were like this once!"
"We were not, me and Hales maybe, but not me and Sawyer. Speaking of whom, how is my favourite best friend." He stuck his tongue out at Brooke.
"I'm fine, thanks." Brooke replied Nathan just looked at her. "Urgh, you two totally push me out all the time. You like her more than me don't you?"
"Yeah." Nathan said.
Brooke huffed.
"Besides, I push you out? You two have like, your own language!"
"French is not our own language. And you speak it too!"
"Not as well as you two and you know I can only understand if it's slow! And you guys talk really fast. And Haley and Lucas took Spanish so they don't know either, or they'd explain it."
"Not my fault you're just not as good."
"Not my fault you had an extra year of learning!"
"When did you guys learn French again?" Haley asked.
"I started learning when I was five, Nate when he was six."
"Who taught you?"
"Mama Sawyer. It's actually like Peyt's first language or something."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"That's why I'm not as good." Nathan explained. "I started learning a year after Brooke, and then, well Anna died when we were eight so... Larry taught us a bit more, but once you get older, it's harder to pick up."
"Oh, ok then." Haley went back to her coffee.
"Well, anyway. We best get going. Right Jules?"
"Yep. Busy, busy day ahead." He smirked.
"You guys are going to have sex aren't you?" Nathan point blank asked.
"Nathan" Haley admonished him.
"Never." Julian replied
"Are you suggesting that we'd seriously leave you when you are so desperately tired to go satisfy our own needs? Brooke asked in a mock hurt voice.
"Yes,"
"Oh, you know me so well, boytoy. See ya!"
There was a flurry of movement, an opening and closing of doors, until finally silence and only Nathan and Haley were left in the small room.
"I can't believe they'd do that." Haley said as she got up to leave the room and check on Jamie.
"I could." Nathan said to the empty air once his wife had left.
Lucas let himself into the sawyer/Davis residence.
"Brooke, Peyton? Is anyone home?"
"I'm in the bathroom one sec! Just go in the front room or something."
"Ok!" he called upstairs. Well at least Peyton was talking to him now, even if it wasn't when she was in the same room as him.
Today was the day he was going to tell her he loved her with all his heart and nothing could ever change his mind, he felt good about today.
The seconds were going tantalisingly slowly, even more so now that she knew Lucas was just downstairs.
She was completely lost in her own thoughts; she was only shaken from them when the timer went off.
She got up, but found herself unable to look at it, so she went downstairs, hands behind back.
"Hey Luke, can you do me a favour?"
"Sure, what?"
She pulled her hands in front of her. "I can't look." She whispered.
"Can't look at wha...?" he looked at what was in her hands. "Oh." Maybe something could change his mind afterall.
It was a pregnancy test. Great.
Hey, so it's pretty late where I am (well not really, it's only half nine, but I'm tired so...), and I have a few questions I need answering before I can post again.
1. Should Peyton be pregnant **WARNING** If she is, it will be her attacker... none of that "think it was the rapist, but by some miracle turns out to be Lucas'" mumbo-jumbo.
2. Should this be a Leyton fic, or a Pathan fic, I can do either one, and either way Nathan will still be a massive role in this fic.
PLEASSE answer the questions and review if possible, (it doesn't take long to do!) I'm at a bit of a lost end as to what you guys all expect from this story, so input would be fab!
I know this was verrry short and I'm really sorry!
Song was 'Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses' R&R!
