"Can you believe it? Brooke and Mouth are getting married. Haley and Nathan are having another baby. Kind of makes you feel like we should do something," Peyton said as she lowered herself onto the soft burgundy couch.

"Peyton, we've done the first one and as for the second well that would be a little impossible right now, do you not think?" Lucas smiled as he seated himself next to his wife and pulled her long elegant legs that he loved so much, over his lap.

"I suppose," Peyton pondered, "It is all happening so fast, I mean it only seems like two minutes ago we were trekking across the country to rescue Mouth from jail after sleeping on a park bench, spending the night in a Honeygrove Motel, graduating high school. It is madness, all of it."

Lucas smiled again at Peyton's considered exasperation, "No not madness, just life."

"I know but honey, the faster it goes the older we become and I don't wanna be old," Peyton said with tired defiance as she shook her head.

"Listen, having one more candle on your birthday cake does not make you old. You are only as old as you feel," Lucas rubbed Peyton's knees and legs in turn before turning his head so his sapphire eyes met her emerald ones, "Anyway, I have no problem with growing older so long as it is you I am doing it with." He leaned his head in so their lips could meet as their eyes had: deeply, meaningfully and most importantly: unforgettably.

***

"Nathan! Jamie! I'm going!" Haley called up the stairs to her family.

"Bye Mama," an extremely sleepy looking, football pyjama donned Jamie said a he trundled down the stairs to hug his mother good bye.

Nathan soon followed in the same unawake state as Jamie except wearing slightly less clothing, a pair of long shorts to be exact. When he reached his wife, he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair before asking, "Why is Brooke making you leave the house and nine am on a Saturday anyway?"

"Because she is getting married in less than two months, so of course preparations must start early," Haley said slightly disgruntled but not quite annoyed.

"Should have known," Nathan smiled before he and Haley shared as intimate a kiss as they dared in front of Jamie though they need not have bothered as he had already left the scene to return to his much-loved bed. When the kiss reluctantly ended, Haley whispered a good bye before turning and exiting the house through the white PVC and coloured glass door.

At the other Scott household a very similar scene was playing. Peyton was currently stood at the wooden white door next to the refrigerator being prevented from leaving by a very persistent Lucas.

"Come on Brooke won't notice if you are a little late," he told her seductively as he lent towards her and pressed his bow shaped lips upon her soft supple lips tightly, securely and wanting.

"Luc, it is Brooke of course she will notice," Peyton said as if it were obvious.

"Fine she will notice, but so what? She can't kill you," Lucas said leaning for another kiss.

Peyton raised an eyebrow at this before reluctantly turning to leave as she mouthed 'I love you" to her husband. Lucas let his fall to his side before occupying his usual chair at the kitchen table to read the daily newspaper.

Within twenty minutes, Peyton's comet was coming to a halt outside of the Clothes Over Bros boutique. As Peyton entered the store full of customers and stylish designs, it took her a moment to locate both Haley and Brooke who where sat towards the back of the shop upon a white comfortable yet hard looking suede sofa.

As Peyton approached the two brown-haired women, they ended their conversation in time to welcome her with a hug. Haley accompanied her hug with a 'hey mama sil', which was her new nickname for Peyton and stood for sister-in-law.

Brooke, being Brooke, however accompanied hers with a, "P. Scott! Where have you been?! That is the second time in two days you have been late!"

"Sorry Brooke, I was tired," Peyton smiled as she realised that this is exactly what she had expected of her best friend.

"If that is your story, anyhow you are here now so we can start…," Brooke paused dramatically before lifting out a bright pink scrapbook and showing it to her friends, "Wedding plans!"

As Brooke screamed this each of the women in the shop turned their well-pruned heads to look at her before diverting their eyes back to the creatively stylish clothes before them. Brooke's face wore an expression of marvel not unlike that of a child who is holding their most prized toy in their hands at Christmas. Haley's face however wore an expression of nothing but confusion so Peyton took this as her opportunity to explain, "Ever since Brooke was in like, the third grade she has had a 'wedding book'. Since then she has collected pictures of; flowers, dresses, CDs of bands, even got me to make her a mix of love songs to find the 'right one.' Before you ask, yeah, it is an obsession," Peyton nodded before laughing along with Haley at her sudden realisation of the true madness that could be Brooke Davies.

"So anyway guys, I was thinking that I would make my own dress and Mouth's tux so they are both perfect. I am going to have a strapless one that is really fitted at the top and then poufs out at the bottom," Brooke said bringing the attention back onto her.

"Pouf?" Peyton questioned with a raised brow.

"Pouf," Brooke nodded before turning to the page in her scrap book that held her pre-drawn designs, "How pretty is it please?"

"Wow, Brooke that is really good," Haley exclaimed enthusiastically as Peyton sent agreeing blonde curls everywhere as she nodded her head.

"I know right? It took me for e v e r," Brooke exaggerated before she continued to flick through her scrapbook occasionally stopping to show her bridesmaids various pictures. She eventually came to a blank page, "Ok so this page is saved for your measurements for your bridesmaid dresses."

"Yeah, Brooke that could be a problem," Peyton said as she indicated to her pregnant stomach.

"Yeah me too," Haley said as she to indicated to her stomach which had begun to grow very slightly.

"It's ok you guys I thought of that. The dresses are only going to be fitted at the top and I'll make the bottom part with lots of material more for you Peyton than Haley obviously, no problem," Brooke finished with a smile at her apparent act of genius, "Hales if you want to go first," Brooke pointed Haley towards a raised platform. It was situated in the centre of three table oblong mirrors stood horizontally.

The time was now twelve thirty so Peyton decided it was lunchtime. Whilst Haley had her measurements taken Peyton decided to order three pizzas, two large with all the toppings for her and Haley (they are pregnant) and one small margarita with green salad for Brooke (she has started her wedding diet and was not being swayed otherwise).

After the pizzas had been delivered, by a very greasy, confused looking acne infected teenager, and then eaten with relish it was Peyton's turn to have her measurements taken. As she rose from the chair, she had occupied for the majority of the last five hours Peyton felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She clutched in tightly and began breathing deeply and slowly.

"You ok Peyton?" Brooke asked with concern as she looked up from her where she was sat on the floor picking up the tape measure she had dropped.

"Yeah I am fine just a twinge, I have been having them since breakfast, I think it is just indigestion," Peyton said as she waved her hand dismissively.

"Are you sure Peyton? We can do the fittings another time; I guess."

"I am sure. Honest. Just measure me Brooke," Peyton with a very slight irritation that she just could not help but let slip out.

"Ok but the minute you do not feel right, let me know," Brooke raised her eyebrows before she helped her heavily pregnant friend onto the platform.

Brooke gently wrapped her tape measure around Peyton's neck, then across her shoulders and down each of her long arms. Each time Brooke turned to her scrapbook to record Peyton's measurements she would cover her green eyes with her lids as she squinted in an uncomfortable pain. These went unnoticed by Brooke but not by Haley who watched Peyton secretively and beadily, she knew something was wrong, and though she hid, she was rather worried.

However, by the time Brooke had turned to record the measurements of Peyton's breasts even she could not miss Peyton's yelps of pain as she crouched down, doubled over as she clutched her stomach. Her face was screwed up in anguish as she squeezed Haley's hand that was not rubbing Peyton's back.

"Peyton, what happened? Haley, what the hey what do I do?" Brooke almost shouted in panic and concern for her best friend's well-being.

"Brooke her waters have broken, call an ambulance and empty the shop ok?" Haley said calmly, she was always good in an emergency.

"Call Lucas," Peyton managed to breathe through her torment, "I want Lucas…He has…to be here."

Haley decided to this, as Brooke was busy with her two tasks. Haley reached for her cell phone from her purse that had been slung onto the floor; she did not want to let go of Peyton's hand, no matter how much it was hurting her she knew it was hurting Peyton more. Haley dialled Lucas' number and waited…nothing…no answer.