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Title is taken from a song by OneRepublic, I do not own anything except the fictional part.

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All The Right Moves

„Lucas, come on, we're gonna be late if you don't hurry up!"

Peyton sighed heavily and leaned herself against the doorframe of the kitchen, stroking her baby bump and looking out the window. It was autumn in Tree Hill. The leaves were painted in orange, red and yellow colours. It looked beautiful. Peyton always loved this time of the year. Usually she spent these days with Brooke, because Brooke loved it even more than Peyton. But now, Peyton had to live without her best friend and it hurt her every single day to think about it. She knew that Brooke was well; she knew that it probably was the right decision for her to leave. Still, it hurt her to not have the cheery brunette with her. Not having her here to see how the baby inside of her was developing and growing each day. Brooke had been gone for about a month and life in Tree Hill was going its way.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Lucas called from the bedroom.

He grabbed his car keys from Peyton's nightstand and was about to turn around when something caught his eye. He looked back and found himself staring at the picture of Peyton, Brooke and himself. The one where they were leaning against Peyton's comet, aged sixteen. His gaze was fixed to the pretty brunette in the middle. He swallowed. Brooke had been gone for 28 days now. Lucas had missed her on every single one of these days, though he wouldn't tell anybody. Actually, he could rarely admit it to himself, because if he let the thought of missing Brooke sink into his mind, what would that mean? It was appropriate to miss an old friend that had moved to another city, but was it appropriate to miss her that much and to count every day without her? Was it appropriate when this old friend was actually an ex girlfriend? Lucas knew the answers to these questions, yet he decided to not phrase them in his mind.

Finally, he shook his head and went to the kitchen, where Peyton was waiting for him. They had an appointment for an ultrasonic testing to check on the baby. They would also be told the sex of the baby. Now there was no doubt about Peyton's pregnancy, her bump was getting bigger every day. She was in her fourth month of pregnancy. Lucas loved the baby more and more each day and he couldn't wait to hold it in his arms. He gently patted Peyton's stomach and gave her a quick kiss on her lips.

"Let's go, baby" he said and leaded her into the car. He started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

28 DAYS EARLIER

"I'm glad you came."

Brooke smiled.

"Yeah. Me, too" she said.

He pulled her in for a hug and she welcomed his arms and let herself fall into them. She snuggled herself into his white cotton shirt as he gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

"This is going to work out, Brooke. I promise you, you won't regret it."

"I know I won't, Julian" she replied and smiled again. She felt safe. And it seemed like nothing else mattered. She had missed this kind of safety in her life and Julian gave it to her unconditionally.

She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. He was smiling broadly. He gently stroked a stray of her hair off her face and leaned down to lock her lips with his. It was a short but sweet and soft kiss. His lips felt cool against her hot ones. For a split second she thought that they were neither as full nor as tender as Lucas' lips, but then Brooke stopped herself from deepening these thoughts. Now it was time to let Lucas go and to let him rest in her past. Her future was Julian. And she genuinely looked forward to it.

"Let's go home" he said and Brooke nodded.

Home. How strange that she felt a kind of detachment from that word. Nowhere seemed to be home lately. Not even Tree Hill, though it was the closest to home. Still, the memories of Lucas hurt too much to make it also feel like home. But Brooke was eager to make things work with Julian, to build a new home with him. She was eager to create something that was worth being called home. She knew that she was still far from loving Julian the way he deserved to be loved, but she also knew that she was able to work on herself. Brooke was confident that she was on her best way to give Julian what he needed. It might take some time, but Julian had granted her that time. He was able to wait. He had been the one to actually fight for her. Brooke never really knew what it felt like before since Lucas never fought for Brooke. He just let her go. He accepted it all. Julian didn't. He left, true, but only to call and leave messages every two or three days, to let Brooke know that he cared and that he still wanted them to be together. Brooke found the feeling of someone caring for her as deeply as Julian did comforting and reassuring. It made her feel like she was someone worth being loved, because after her break up with Lucas she felt like she wasn't good enough for anyone. Now she was slowly starting to feel different.

Julian took hold of her hand and led her to his car.

"Well, do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

Peyton looked and Lucas who smiled at her. They both nodded in unison.

The doctor laughed. "Seems like you can't wait to find out" he said. "Well, I won't tantalize you. It's going to be a girl."

Peyton smiled happily. She had secretly wished for a girl and now she couldn't believe that her wish had been granted. She squeezed Lucas' hand, who seemed kind of distant.

A girl. Lucas Scott was going to have a little baby girl. Knowing the sex made it all the more real – sure, Lucas had realized that he would be a father, but for the first time it felt real.

"Wow" was all he could bring himself to say. He didn't even notice Peyton's squeeze. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead and stroked her cheek.

"We're gonna have a little baby girl, Lucas" Peyton whispered into his ear when he had leaned down to give her the kiss.

He nodded. "Yes, Peyton…we are." He wished he was thinking only of his wife and their soon-to-be-born daughter. Instead, he was wondering what Brooke would say when Peyton would tell her that she would have a daughter.

"Oh wow, Peyt, I can't believe it!" Brooke said anxiously. Peyton had just called and told her that she would have a daughter.

"I know, I can't believe it either, Brooke!" Peyton replied. "Look, you know you will at least have to come to the birth, right? I-I won't be able to do this without you."

Peyton's voice sounded almost panicky, but most of all it sounded sad. It broke Brooke's heart to hear her best friend say these things, but she couldn't change it. She had left Tree Hill not only for her own sake, but also for Peyton's sake. Lucas obviously hadn't told her about the kiss and even though it gnawed on her conscience, she knew it would do nothing good if Peyton knew.

"I will do my best" she finally mumbled. "I really will."

"Good. That's all I want" Peyton said. "Oh, look, I gotta go, Lucas will be home any minute and I wanted to cook dinner for him." She giggled girlishly. "I'm becoming a housewife, can you believe it?"

Brooke laughed huskily. "Actually, I can. Take care, Peyton, I'll call you soon." She hung up and stared at the receiver for a couple of minutes.

Lucas Scott was going to be the father of a little baby girl. A surely very beautiful and sweet little girl. She would be blonde, no doubt about that. She might have her daddy's piercing blue eyes and her mommy's golden curls. She would look lovely. Brooke started crying, sobbing, her shoulders moving up and down from the spasms the tears gave her. She couldn't help but feel angry that she wasn't imagining a pretty little boy with piercing blue eyes and chocolaty brown hair, because that boy would never be born.

It had been five months, three weeks and two days since the lost love of her life and her best friend had gotten married. For five months, three weeks and two days Brooke felt like her world had turned grey. And sadly, being with Julian hadn't changed that fact.

It had been one month, two weeks and six days since Brooke had left Tree Hill. For one month, two weeks and six days the only image occupying Lucas' mind was that of a dimpled beautiful brunette.