Chapter 10 - Feeling a Moment
Her nervous twitch had started to annoy him, the light tapping of the toe of her shoe against the floor of the waiting room.
'Brooke, really... please?' he understood why Brooke was here, but couldn't quite work out why she was more nervous than him.
'I'm sorry' she said through a shaky laugh.
He was about to ask what was wrong when Peyton walked back into the room, after having been to the toilet for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day. After sitting between him and Brooke she also quickly realised Brooke's agitation.
'What's up with you B. Davis?' Peyton followed with a signature quirk of the eyebrows which Brooke smiled fondly at.
'I'm fine, but I can't work out whether I'm nervous or excited. Know how you get that sometimes? It really annoys me. Like when you can't tell the difference between whether you're either really full, or really hungry. Then you stare at that last bagel on the counter and you're like 'do I actually want that'. Yeah... that kind of stuff really bugs me.'
She turned around to be met by quite the picture. Both Peyton's and Lucas' faces burst into laughter. She was glad to see the happiness but was slightly annoyed that they were laughing at her expense.
'Wow! That was quite the speech Brooke.' Peyton said followed by agreements from Lucas behind her.
'Yeah, well... tough, I'm just excited, that's all...'
'Ah! So you worked out what you were feeling then Brooke? Well I'm glad you're excited.' Lucas was still laughing along with Peyton who also had yet to stop.
'Shut up' she pouted in resemblance to what she imagined would resemble a four year old who wanted another scoop of ice cream but wasn't allowed.
'Aww, c'mon Brooke, where's your sense of humour? You used to laugh along.'
'Hmmph' was her only reply. After the laughter had just about died down, a nurse stepped into the waiting room, clipboard in hand.
Looking up she said 'Peyton Sawyer?'
'Here' she replied, feeling the déjà vu of sitting behind a desk in school replying to her name being called by her teachers.
The nurse nodded kindly, presumably having immediately noticed her own age. She saw the flicker of sympathy run across her face but decided to ignore it. Nothing was going to ruin today.
After having walked a few steps she turned around to be surprised by the fact that neither Lucas nor Brooke were following. 'Lucas, Brooke? Come on! We don't want to be late.' She said waving her hand at them to follow. The delight she saw made her laugh; they hadn't seriously thought she was going in alone? Without the father to her child or the friend who had got her through the last week and a bit. Shaking her head at the nonsense she looped her arms through each of their arms. She felt unbelievably safe and calm at that moment. Her life had fallen so nicely into place; she couldn't get over how lucky she was.
Walking into the room the nurse signalled for her to enter she saw a kind faced woman who she guessed was in her late thirties turn to face her and beam a genuine smile of happiness. She imagined that she never got tired of her job, bringing new life, hope and happiness in the world must be fulfilling at least.
'Good morning Miss. Sawyer' her face still filled with happiness looked towards the clock to see it showing quarter past twelve, 'sorry, make that good afternoon.'
Nervous and excited laughter filled the room. 'Hello' Peyton replied loudly, obviously more confident than the other two who let out a much quieter greeting.
'Ok, so if you would like to come and lie down for me Peyton and then Mr...' she trailed off requesting a name.
'Lucas Scott' he replied.
'And Brooke Davis' Brooke chirped in.
'Ok, if Lucas would pull another seat over beside Peyton.'
'I'm ok standing' Lucas answered.
'Alright then. Brooke' the doctor then gestured towards the seat already situated next to the bed which Brooke gladly sat in. 'Sorry, I'm Doctor Peterson. How many weeks along are you Peyton?'
'Almost nine weeks' Peyton replied.
'Ok then, any signs of nausea at all?
'Not any signs.' Peyton smiled back but her smile faltered when she saw a look of hesitation or confusion being projected back at her. 'Why, should I have?'
'Most mothers do, but I wouldn't say that it's any problem, ok now, lie back and this may feel cold.' The doctors smile had returned but Peyton's had not, she was feeling troubled lying there on the bed. Tears started to fill her eyes whilst Doctor Henderson went to retrieve the jelly but when Lucas reached for her hand; she felt a course of reassurance flow between their joined limbs. She reminisced from the car journey over to the hospital.
Nothing had been said since they had got in the car. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather the opposite. It was peaceful as they drove through the familiar town, as she watched the trees move past in a flurry of greenery she got the unusual sensation that the car wasn't moving, and everything outside the car was. She liked the feeling, it only lasted a couple of seconds as there was a bump in the road that they drove across, jogging her back to the reality of the car being the moving object.
The thing to really stir her from her thoughts though was a calloused hand reaching over and smoothing over a yet to be existent baby bump, although she liked to think it was there, growing bigger every day. She looked down to her stomach and followed the hand up to his arm then to Lucas' face looking out onto the road, only reaching away when necessary to change gears.
She wanted to cover her hand with his and did for a while but it was too hard to keep having to slip his hand out. So after a while she reverted back to looking out the window whilst Lucas kept replacing his hand to the spot which was becoming increasingly warmer from his body heat. It was a comfortable rhythm and continued until arriving at the parking lot when they looked to each other and sat hand in hand resting on her stomach until Brooke also drove into the lot and parking next to them.
It had been a nice moment, just like this one.