Peyton- Lucas! Come on! What are you doing in there?

She looked at the baby on the bed in front of her, holding on to his feet she jiggled them about entertaining him, while saying in her most childlike voice.

Peyton- What's he doing? What's he doing?

The bathroom door finally opened and Lucas appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Peyton- Look at you.

She grinned as she admired the defined muscles that covered his upper body.

Lucas- I get that a lot,

He had a jokey tone to his voice as he leaned against the door frame.

Peyton- Oh yeh?

She laughed at him as he smugly agreed.

Lucas- What did you need?

Peyton- Oh yea, I totally forgot.

Lucas- I can have that affect on people.

Peyton- Yeh.

She stood and passed him Junior.

Peyton- You're babysitting, I'm shopping.

Lucas- What? I thought that we were spending the afternoon together?

His look was very confused. She stepped towards him smiling. Their faces were no more than two inches apart.

Peyton- Yeh, but then someone told me that I had to wear something impressive and thanks to that certain someone none of my impressive clothes fit me so I'm going shopping.

Lucas- Honey, you're impressive in painting clothes!

Peyton- Oh, quite the charmer aren't we?

Lucas- What can I say I'm a complete package.

Their faces were still extremely close. She was teasing him and he knew it. As he leaned in to kiss her she stepped back and planted a quick kiss on Junior's head before heading to the door.

Peyton- No, not quite.

Lucas- Now, that was cruel.

Peyton- I know ill make it up to you later.

She smiled at him seductively before closing the door after herself. Lucas turned to look at Junior.

Lucas- That was very cruel.

Junior giggled.

- -

Peyton sat on a wooden bench waiting. As she saw Brooke she got to her feet.

Brooke- Hey, P.Sawyer! God I swear you're getting bigger by the minute.

Peyton looked hurt by the comment.

Brooke- It's good! It means she'll have long legs!

Peyton- She?

Brooke- Well, you wouldn't give me a boy would you?

Peyton wrapped her arms around Brooke's should guiding her into the mall.

Peyton- I make no promises.

Both the girls laughed.

- -

They were both searching the racks of the 6th maternity section they had discovered.

Brooke huffed.

Brooke- I swear I am so designing a maternity line.

Peyton laughed at her best friend whilst searching the racks herself.

Peyton- I completely support you. Brooke!

Brooke looked alarmed at Peyton.

Brooke- What?

Peyton- Look at this.

Peyton held up a beautiful pale blue gown. It was simple but stunning.

Brooke- Perfect.

She grinned uncontrollably as she led Peyton to the cash desk. She knew what tonight had in store for Peyton and she just couldn't wait.

- -

7.30. Peyton was showered and she had pulled her hair back leaving just a few curls around her face. She had simply applied a little eye shadow, mascara and blush to her cheeks. She wasn't dressed yet it was too early. Why was it that she was always ready too early or was really late?

She sat at her desk and decided to kill a few minutes on a sketch. She picked up the pen and drew a pregnant version of her self with Lucas stood behind her. She drew his arms wrapped around her stomach with a caption above that said 'Living the dream'.

She smiled at the drawing before placing it back on her desk. The knock at her door scared her. She jumped from her seat.

Peyton- Lucas, you scared me.

Lucas- Sorry.

He looked down. She walked towards him, pushing his chin up smiling.

Peyton- It's fine.

She placed a sweet kiss on his lips. It was just after that he noticed that all she was wearing was one of her dad's old tops that barely covered her underwear.

Lucas- Not that I mind at all, but is that what you're wearing tonight?

She smiled with the emphasis he placed on 'at all'.

Peyton- No, I'm running late can you wait downstairs. I'll be two minutes I promise.

Lucas- Just two?

She mouthed and signalled 2.

Lucas- Promise? Because I don't think I can stand being away from you for any longer.

Peyton kissed him, holding the kiss for a few seconds.

Peyton- Promise.

Once Lucas had left the room Peyton slipped on the dress she had brought with Brooke, placed some cherry gloss on her lips and headed downstairs.

Lucas was sat on the couch. He jumped up when he saw her.

Lucas- Wow. . You look . Wow.

Peyton- Pretty good, huh?

She smiled at the look on his face. She had to admit she did look pretty good for a 5 ½ month pregnant woman. Mind you Lucas looked good to he was wearing a clean cut black suit and a shirt with the top couple of buttons undone.

Lucas- You could say that.

He leant in a kissed her deeply. When he pulled away he licked his lips?

Lucas- Cherry, huh?

Peyton pulled her hand to her mouth realising what he meant.

Peyton- Yeh.

They both smiled.

Lucas- So, Miss Sawyer, you ready?

Peyton- Yep, let's go.

She began to make her way to the door but he held her arm.

Lucas- One more thing. I need you to wear this.

He pulled a blindfold out of his top pocket.

Peyton- Lucas! No!

His eyed pleaded with her. He pulled faces that he knew she couldn't say no to.

Lucas- Please?

Peyton huffed.

Peyton- Okay! Fine but you have to carry me to the car.

He pulled her up into his arms. One arm behind her back and one under her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lucas- Now that I can do.

She giggled, blindfolded as he carried her out of the door.