A/N: Yes, another update. Readers, rejoice! :) This is kind of a filler chapter, and kind of Bliss-esque. But who doesn't love happy LP?
Dark, noticeable circles had formed under Peyton's eyes. This is what she got for still being in the "honeymoon" phase with Lucas. They had stayed up all night for the past month, making love into the early hours of the morning. Lucas was always caring and gentle, never letting her be on the bottom, for he feared he would injure her fragile form under his weight.
After they had finished that night, Peyton had fallen asleep on top of him, wrapping her arms carelessly around his neck. Lucas knew the price he would pay for keeping her up all night. She would be cranky, irritable, and impatient once she had awoken in the morning. He didn't care. Making love to her was his heaven. No matter what the consequences were.
Around eight o'clock that morning, he gently moved her off of him, wanting to go brush his teeth before she woke up. After all, she was still complaining about his morning breath. Being shifted off of his warm body onto the soft bed made her stir in her sleepy state, opening her eyes.
"Hey! Where'd ya go?" she let out, looking around the bedroom.
Shouting from the bathroom, he replied: "It's okay, wifey. Just stay there. I've got a surprise for you."
Her head hit the pillows, wanting to go back to sleep. Her body was tired, and her mind could barely process what he was saying. She would gladly stay in bed.
A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway holding a tray.
The tray contained an omelet, a stack of pancakes with bananas and whipped cream on top, and a couple strips of soy bacon (with her pregnancy, she couldn't stomach meat this early). There was also a Starbucks coffee cup and a glass of orange juice, no pulp.
Lastly, there was a small glass vase with a single white lily in it. When they had been in Paris, he had bought her a bouquet of lilies. As soon as she saw it, her hormones got the best of her. She began to cry and reached over to the nightstand for a handful of tissues.
"What? Oh, no. Is it not what you want? I'm sorry, I can fix you something else," Lucas said hurriedly, with the look of a beaten puppy on his face.
"No, no! It's not that. It's just so nice. Aw, come here, Luke."
He sat the tray down, balancing it on her barely noticeable baby bump. She took the fork and cut off a part of a pancake, guiding the utensil into his mouth. He tried to speak as he was chewing, which only came out as "Mamoifof."
She let out a loud laugh, kissing him as soon as he had swallowed it. He grinned, taking in her glowing radiance. He moved to cuddle beside her on the bed. She turned to face him, handing him the fork when he held his hand out. He began to feed her, bite by bite, Peyton giggling the whole time.
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After they had finished breakfast, they decided to shower and then face the outside world. Once outside, the sunshine was so bright that Peyton had almost forgotten what it looked like, and how the heat felt against her skin. She was dressed in a simple blue baby doll tank top, wearing cargo Capri pants and flip-flops with it.
They drove to the park and spread out a blanket on the green grass. Children were running wildly around them, parents chasing after them. This sight made the couple smile. Soon they would be those parents.
Lucas laid down on the blanket, propping himself up with his arms. Peyton laid between his legs, resting her head against his chest. He snaked one of his arms around to rest his hand on her stomach, rubbing the small bump. She giggled, and moved her hand to cover his.
Any onlooker would agree that this picture was of pure perfection, a happy couple at their finest hour. Anyone else in that park was jealous of the two blondes, who seemed to be oblivious to the world outside of each other.
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Once the park had start to clear out in the late afternoon, the couple reluctantly got up, went home to change and headed to Nathan and Haley's house. They had agreed to have a celebratory dinner with them, honoring their marriage.
"Come in Uncle Lucas and Aunt Peyton!" Jamie beckoned them in cheerfully, once again acting more grown up than any of them.
Haley ran to hug the woman with curly blonde hair, embracing her tightly. They exchanged pleasantries, walking into the kitchen.
From the kitchen, they saw that Brooke was sitting on the couch, watching Entertainment Tonight. Nathan was fighting with her, because apparently an important basketball game was on a different channel. Brooke simply sat there with a teasing smirk on her face, wedging the remote under her butt.
"Now try and watch your game!" Brooke said, knowing she had won the battle.
Yep, Jamie was definitely more mature than they were.
They all sat around the table, chatting aimlessly about their lives and problems. When it was time for Jamie to go to bed, Peyton volunteered to tuck him in. "I need the practice," she said with a slight blush.
This made everyone at the table smile. Peyton would soon be a mother. Six years ago, none of them had imagined that.
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When they finally left the Scott family's house, it had started to rain.
"You remember the last time it rained, right?" Lucas asked his wife.
Peyton just nodded, all too well remembering the night he had professed his love for her.
They shared a glance that only they knew, saying so much to each other just by looking into their loved one's eyes.
The car stopped once it had arrived at Lucas' house. Peyton stepped out, starting to attempt to run inside, not wanting her dress get drenched by the downpour.
Lucas caught her arm, halting her movements. She looked at him questioningly, wondering why he would possibly want to stay outside in the rain.
He led her carefully into the street, which was completely empty. He pressed her flush against his body, starting to sway. It hit her then what he was doing. He was dancing. She began to move to the nonexistent rhythm as well. She toed off her shoes, letting them fall on the dark pavement. She rested her head against his chest, sighing softly.
Her green sleeveless dress was getting soaked, as was his shirt and pants. He took off his jacket, wrapping it around her when he saw her shiver slightly. She didn't bother to tell him and she wasn't shaking because she was cold, it was because in this moment, she was getting her own private glimpse at heaven. Their heaven.
She continued to step lightly, moving her body in soft movements, matching his every move.
This was utopia. She just hated to think of what would happen when it was over.
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