I'm going to take the suggestion from Isabel Camilla Scott and fast forward a year. I've been dying to, but I wasn't sure if anyone would get angry, so I've just decided to go for it now that it's been suggested.

Fast Forward A Year:

"Are you ready, Peyton?" Brooke asked, smiling gently at her best friend. The curly haired blonde was standing in front of her, a beautiful veil placed atop her head. Her white dress, custom made by Brooke, fit both her personality and body perfectly.

Peyton took a deep breath, nodding and smiling with tears in her eyes. "I can't believe this day is here, Brooke!"

"Neither can I," Brooke smiled back, pulling her best friend into her arms. "I'm so happy for you, Peyton. You really deserve this."

"So do you," Peyton said pointedly. Brooke narrowed her eyes at her.

"Not now, Peyton."

"Lucas wants to be with you forever. I don't understand why you keep saying no!"

"Because, Peyton, we're not like you and Jake. Our history isn't beautiful and lovely."

Peyton sighed, sitting down and patting the seat on the couch beside her so that Brooke would do the same. "Brooke, no one knows about this but me and Jake. But when I was in Savannah just before Nathan and Haley's rehearsal dinner, I proposed to him. He said yes. But I said 'I love you Lucas' in my sleep, and he told me to go home and figure out where my heart was."

Brooke blinked at her. "But he's so comfortable with you around Lucas."

"The same way you've become comfortable with me and Lucas," Peyton shrugged. "I know that it bothers him still. Sometimes I'll see a flicker of it behind his eyes, the same way I see it behind yours. And it twists at my heart, it really does."

"But you two are going to be together for the rest of your lives," Brooke reassured, squeezing her best friend's hand.

Peyton smiled again, squeezing back. "We really are, huh?"

"You really are."

A light knock at the door signaled an arrival.

"Jake, if that's you again, I'm going to chase you off with a fire poker!" Brooke shouted through the door. She heard a low, familiar chuckle.

"It's just me, crazy girl. Your crazy boy wants his mom."

Brooke smiled and opened the door. "Oh. My. God."

Jamie stood before her, grinning with a finger in his mouth, dressed to the nines in a little tux.

"Look at you!" Brooke squealed, leaning down and lifting him into her arms. "It's official. All babies should be forced to wear tuxedos. All the time."

Lucas laughed, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. "You look insanely gorgeous, pretty girl."

"You don't look so bad yourself," Brooke chirped, kissing him again.

"When are we gonna have ourselves one of these?" Lucas asked, looking around.

"If you mean a baby, we've got our hands full all ready."

"You know what I meant."

"Luke-"

"I know, I know. No pressure."

Brooke gave him a small smile and ushered him out the door, returning to Peyton. "I know we said no boys allowed, but I thought we could make an exception."

"Aunt Pey!" he exclaimed happily. He reached his tiny legs around her knees. "So, so pretty Aunt Pey."

"Thanks, bud," Peyton smiled, kneeling down and squeezing him to her. "Are you ready to be a ring bearer?"

His little face took on a serious expression and he nodded gravely. "Daddy show me everything."

"Good," Brooke said, lifting him up into her arms again. "We're about to start, little guy."

"Mama, when you and Daddy get married?"

Brooke sighed and gave Peyton a look. "Did Daddy tell you to ask me that?"

"No," Jamie said, but he was nodding his head 'yes' with wide blue eyes. Brooke and Peyton both burst out laughing.

"It's time!" they heard Lucas call from behind the doors. The girls shared another tearful hug.

"I love you, P. Sawyer," Brooke grinned. "And it's the last time I'll get to say that."

"You're going to ruin my makeup!" Peyton choked out, shoving her lightly. Her face darkened slightly. "I wish Haley and Nathan were here."

"So do I," Brooke rasped sadly. "But hey, we have their places saved right up front."

And they really did. Peyton and Jake had agreed to put two red roses on two seats in the front row in memory of their friends, who for all intents and purposes should have been there.

"Yeah," Peyton said with a small smile. "We should go. I don't want him to think I've run off on him."

Brooke smiled and linked her arm through her blonde best friend's, grabbing Jamie's hand. "Come on, baby boy, let's get you all set up."

Lucas was waiting in the hall when they walked out, and he snatched up Jamie as he dropped a kiss to Peyton's cheek.

"I'm gonna go take him to Jake's mom, she all ready has Jenny all ready. You look gorgeous, Peyton."

"Thanks, Luke," Peyton smiled, and the two watched him walk off. Peyton took a deep breath through her nose. It was time.

This is what she wished for, and now it was hers.

Set Fire to the Rain

The ceremony passed with many happy tears and beautiful vows exchanged. Jamie managed to make it down the aisle without dropping the ring pillow, much the astonishment of his parents. Jenny received many oh's and aw's as the flower girl, much to her satisfaction.

The newlyweds had just entered the tent that Brooke had helped extravangantly decorate for the reception when they received a much unwelcomed guest.

"Well, looks like the cheap whore is really playing house now," sneered Nikki. Peyton's green eyes widened and she looked at Jake, panicked.

"What are you doing here?" the brunette growled. "You signed over your rights to Jenny, Nikki."

"That was before I realized that you were getting married."

"My personal life has nothing to do with your relationship to my daughter," Jake said, placing a protective hand on Peyton's lower back.

"Who's this, mama?" Jenny asked, her brow furrowed. She held tightly to Peyton's hand and buried her face in the skirt of her dress when Nikki leaned down low.

"I'm your mommy, sweetie. Don't you remember?"

Jenny shook her head vehemently and Jake took a step to stand in front of his girls. "Stay away from my family, Nikki."

"Look what the cat wouldn't even drag in," Brooke said, appearing suddenly behind the other brunette. "Look, Peyton might be too classy to fight you at her wedding, but I am sure as hell not."

Nikki turned with a vicious smile. "If it isn't Brooke Davis. Your boyfriend sleep with anyone else lately?"

Brooke simply rolled her hazel eyes. "Unlike you, not all of us are stuck in the past."

"The past?" Nikki said, blinking innocently. "Says the woman raising her dead best friends' kid. Although I guess you and your little whore of a best friend like to raise other people's children."

"Peyton's daughter Jenny wouldn't have it any other way," Brooke said, stepping up to the challenge. "Get the hell out of here, Nikki, or I swear to God I will physically remove you myself."

"I like the sound of that challenge," Nikki said, stepping up into her face. Brooke stepped right back, leaving them nose to nose.

"Back off of my girlfriend," Lucas growled. "I don't hit women, but I will find someone who does."

"If it isn't Tree Hill's most popular doorknob," Nikki sneered. "After all, everyone gets a turn with Lucas Scott."

He rolled his blue eyes and gently pulled Brooke backward. "Pretty girl, she's not even worth it."

"You're right," the brunette said calmly. "Go get security, babe."

"I'm leaving," Nikki growled. "But I will be back soon enough."

The friends watched her leave, horror stricken.

"Jake," Peyton finally whispered. "The adoption papers…"

"They go through at the end of this week," he said soothingly, pulling her to his chest. Jenny moved from Peyton's skirt to hug his leg. "Jenny is yours, both by love and by paper, okay? There is nothing Nikki can do about that. And hey, now we'll be able to renew the restraining order without any problems."

Peyton nodded, a smile beginning to form on her features. "You're right."

"Don't let that whore ruin your big day," Brooke said firmly, taking her best friend by the cheeks. "This is my beautiful, amazing best friend's wedding, and I refuse to let some stupid skank ruin that for her. You've had to fight too hard for this, and today, there will be no fighting for anything."

"Thanks, Brooke," Peyton smiled, hugging her. "You're the best. I don't know what I would do without you."

"We're family, P. Jagielski," Brooke winked. "Come on, Jenny, let's go play for a while and let mommy and daddy have some private time."

"They always wrestle during private time," Jenny said, her lips pursed in concentration. "I don't think there's a bed for them to wrestle in here, though."

Both Peyton and Jake reddened while Brooke laughed heartily, Lucas joining in with her laughter.

"Oh boy, that one is going in the memory book," Brooke giggled, taking the little blonde girl's hand and leading her away.

Jenny looked up at Lucas, raising her arms. "Uncle Luke! Up!"

He chuckled warmly and lifted her to him. Brooke watched with a tender expression on her face. From this perspective, the little blonde haired, blue eyed girl looked like she could belong to Lucas as she put her hands on his face.

"Ouch, Uncle Luke!" she laughed. "Too much beard!"

"Hey! I do not have a beard. It's called a five o'clock shadow, monkey!"

"I'm not a monkey!"

"Really? Your daddy told me you were born in the jungle.."

"No!" Jenny squealed, cracking up. She wriggled away from Lucas after awhile, going to chase after some other kids.

"She adores you," Brooke observed.

"She adores everyone," Lucas replied.

"But you especially!"

Lucas shrugged with a fond smile. "I guess so. She's great."

"You're surprisingly good with girls."

"That's the first I've ever heard that," Lucas joked. Brooke rolled her eyes and nudged him.

"You know what I mean."

"Maybe we'll have one of our own some day," Lucas said, his voice soft as he held out a hand to her. "Come dance, Cheery."

"Okay," she smiled.

And this time when they danced at a wedding, there was no revelation of a secret kiss. There was no heated fight in the back room. No tears, no sadness, no anger. Just a couple enjoying each other's company and contemplating their future together silently.