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Chapter 25

"Nurse, Nurse" Luke screamed out of the door, "Please come quick, my wife is having labor pains!" Luke scrambled to Peyton's side again as he could see her face contorted in grief.

"Oh god, Luke no it is too soon, we can't have them now it is too soon!" Peyton pleaded clutching onto his shirt.

"I know honey, but just be calm everything is going to be alright. Nothing is going to happen to our babies" Luke brushed Peyton's face with his hand, quickly being pushed aside as nurse rushed to check her fetal heart monitor.

"Oh dear," the nurse looked at Luke and quickly rushed to get the doctor.

"What's going on Luke! Where is she going?" Peyton screamed in agony.

Luke rushed to her side again, slowly rubbing her back, "It's going to be ok, Peyton. I promise," he cooed trying to stay her mind as well as his.

"Oh god! Owww," she gripped a hold of the gurney shaking it as it swayed to the side.

Luke looked around as a swarm of nurses and staff surrounded Peyton's hospital bed.

"Sir, we need some time alone with Ms Sawyer, please!" The doctor instructed for Luke to wait outside. "No please I have to be here with her she is only 6 ½ months pregnant please!" Luke pleaded as they slowly shut the door in his face.

Luke raised his hand to the door and rested his head against it as he could feel his body getting numb to the situation, listening to Peyton's anguishing screams through the glass wall. He looked in through the ICU window and could barely make out Peyton through the crowd of staff that huddled around her. He slowly turned from the window, feeling the weight of the situation come over him. He slid down the cool wall, and landed plainly on the floor, burrowing his head in his hands.

After all this time, he had waited for Peyton to be ok and to wake up and he had never giving a thought to how the babies were going to be. He had slipped his mind how important this moment was, and how much it would kill Peyton if she was to lose their children. He felt the weight of his guilt and remorse land on his shoulders. Sitting there listening to what could be the last fatal screams of his children's lives.

Suddenly the door swung open, revealing the many nurses and doctors wheeling Peyton's gurney into the hall. Luke rose to his feet seeing Peyton lying there, he grabbed at her hand as she twisted to look at him.

"Where are you taking her?" he shouted.

"To emergency surgery, Mr. Scott she is critical condition, if we don't do this both her and your children could die," the doctor quickly flew through the hall as Luke lost grip of Peyton's hand. He stood there motionless at the situation, as a nurse led him to the changing room to get him ready to be in the delivery room. Luke was numb; he could feel Peyton's pain like a knife through his heart. He slowly got his hand through the surgical scrub, as he looked down he could see his hand was covered in dark blood. The same hand that was holding onto Peyton just moments ago.

"Oh god no" he mumbled under his breath.

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"Mr. Scott?" the nurse rang out as Luke stood frozen in the changing room.

"Uh yeah, what?" Luke broke out of his haze of confusion.

"They are ready for you now, you can go in"

"Luke!" Peyton cried, breaking Luke out into a run to her side, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

"I am right here Peyton, you're gonna be ok, our babies are going to be ok." He softly stroked her hair back as he looked at her panic stricken face. He knew she was going to be ok, but he wasn't sure how she would handle their children being born too soon.

"It's not time, it's too soon. Please tell them to stop, they can't do this, I will be ok…Luke please" Peyton whispered a plea to Luke, trying desperately to convince everyone to stop what they were doing.

"Peyton, they have to…"

"No, it's too soon. They can't" she pleaded through her tears, "please"

Luke looked over as one doctor ran over to a nurses waiting station with a small bundle in his hands. Quickly trying to attach an air line to the small blond body of his first born child. Luke smiled to himself, but couldn't help but wonder how the whole situation was going to turn out. He wanted desperately to see his children, the children he eagerly awaited just months ago with the one great love of his life. But at the same time he didn't want to get his hopes up only to have to tell Peyton if a dire situation would occur.

Luke looked back at Peyton and could see she had no idea what was going on because of a massive surgical sheet blocking her view. He slowly just pushed her hair back from her forehead. The doctor rushed another baby to a waiting nurses table, Luke could see their faces as their panic set in. He tried desperately not to look over at the scene, as to not alarm Peyton but he couldn't help staring. The infant was a strange color blue, and they looked at each other in concern as they tried to get the child to breath.

The doctor quickly looked back at Luke, as their eyes met, Luke knew something wasn't right. The doctor quickly rushed the baby out of the room, down the hall in an incubator.

Luke turned his attention back to Peyton as he could see her eyes slowly closing; he looked around as a nurse came up beside him.

"We gave her a sedative to deal with the pain; she will be ok Mr. Scott" the nurse brushed Luke's shoulder as she walked by, making her way to close the incision on Peyton's stomach.

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Luke woke from a haze, sitting in the hospital chair. He immediately looked around for Peyton as if it had all been a nightmare he was going to wake up and find her fine and well. He saw her lying on her bed, with her hands to her sides still sleeping. He quietly made his way over to her, and saw it was indeed not a dream as his eyes were drawn to her concaved stomach.

"Oh Peyton," he whispered, "What did they do to you? What did I do to you?"

He slowly hung his head near her bed, as Nathan walked in.

"Hey man?" he whispered, "is she ok?"

"Hey, yeah they said Peyton would be fine. I just don't know."

"Hey come with me, ok?" Nathan gestured for Luke to follow him into the hall.

"I don't want to leave her Nate"

"Please, Luke just come down the hall"

Luke got up from his chair as he kissed Peyton's hand before he left. Nathan guided Luke down the hall without a sound and as he turned the corner Luke could see what Nathan was trying to show him.

"Look Luke, they are right there."

Luke looked at the sight before him. He adjusted his eyes, and through the mess windows he could see two tiny boxes, with two of the smallest babies in them. Their movements small, as their chests moved in and out with each tiny breath.

"See man, I told you they were fighters. Just like their Momma" Nathan grabbed a hold of Luke's weak shoulder, as Luke turned to him with tears in his eyes. Luke finally felt some relief in this dark nightmare as he stared at his children through the glass; he just didn't know how long his relief would last.

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