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Before you go to sleep

Say a little prayer

Every day in every way

It's getting better and better

Peyton's tired eyes gazed around the room. They landed on her company and she sighed. She reached over and pressed the call button.

"How may I help you tonight, Ms. Sawyer?"

Peyton instantly smiled at the sarcastic voice on the other end.

"Hi Claire, can I get a blanket and a pillow, please?"

She heard the nurse chuckle softly. "I'll be right in."

"Considering he's been here every night, you'd think he'd ask for the damn blanket and pillow", she muttered teasingly as she entered the room.

Peyton laughed and shook her head. "It's this complex he has. He knows I'm not exactly comfortable here, so he doesn't want to feel comfortable here."

Claire raised her brows. "Really?"

"Well, we haven't talked about that, but I have a good feeling that's what it is", she said with a firm nod of her head.

"He must really love you", she whispered while staring at the pregnant blonde pointedly.

"Claire", Peyton sighed out. The older woman held her hands up.

"I'm just stating the obvious."

"Things are complicated . . ."

"That's the same answer you give every time this subject is brought up", she pointed out.

"You'd think you get the hint", Peyton teased with a smile. Claire smiled and nodded her head.

"Okay, okay, I get it, but Peyton . . ."

"Claire, I'm eighteen, he's eighteen; we've got our entire lives to figure things out."

The older woman walked to the door, but stopped just before she left, "I know you're young, but life is too short", the silver haired nurse spoke with sadness in her eyes.

Peyton watched her leave with a curious expression. In the week she had been here, that was the first time Claire had ever come close to talking about her own life. The door made a soft click as it closed and the body near her stirred.

"Hey you", she whispered when she saw the blue eyes that made her heart stop.

"Hey", his voice was thick with sleep.

"You know, you don't have to stay here, Lucas", his tired eyes snapped open and he sat up straight.

"Peyton, we have had this same discussion every night for the past week. I am not leaving. God forbid anything happen, I want to be right beside you", his tone was firm yet gentle and she smiled instantly.

"Okay", she conceded and Lucas's mouth dropped, but he quickly recovered and nodded his head as if he knew he was right all along.

"You could at least take the cot they offer", she offered as she reached for her call button again.

"No, I'm fine", he assured her and stretched his arm out to stop her. She gave him a look and opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off, "what are you doing up anyway?"

She followed change in topic, "It happens sometimes. I'll randomly wake up because I get hot or just uncomfortable, but it passes and I get back to sleep", she shrugged and he sighed.

"I'm sorry", the sincerity of his words made her smile again, for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

"It's not your fault", she assured him. A moment went by and she tilted her head to the side and kinked an eyebrow. "Actually, it kinda is", she teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Ha Ha", he said deadpanned. She yawned and he spoke again. "Get some sleep. If I'm not here when you get up I'll see you tomorrow night", as he spoke she nestled herself onto the bed and pulled the covers up higher. Soon enough she was fast asleep and Lucas was watching her even breaths.

"Life certainly is too short", he muttered before closing his eyes.

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Lucas stood at his locker staring at his books. He was a senior and only had a month and a half left so he didn't technically need any books, but they weren't exactly what he was staring at. It was the latest sonogram they had. Brooke had gotten a hold of it and in her loopy handwriting branded the black and white image. Baby Scott.

"Lucas?"

The blonde swiftly shut his locker and turned to face the person behind the voice.

"Nathan, hey", he said somewhat uncomfortably.

They hadn't spoken much. In fact they hadn't spoken since Lucas brought up the idea that Dan killed Keith. He knew his brother was sorry and he knew that Nathan hadn't meant some of the things he said, but Lucas was stubborn and he wasn't going to give in first.

"How is everything?" the dark haired boy asked.

Lucas shrugged. "Not too bad."

Nathan nodded. They both stuck their hands in their pockets and Nathan sighed. "I'm sorry. I should have believed you from the beginning. I just didn't want to because he was changing, you know. He wasn't the same Dan that I grew up knowing he was different, at least on the out side."

Lucas looked at his brother and sighed. "It's okay, I understand. I probably would have thought the same things if roles were reversed", he said honestly.

"So, we're okay?" he asked hesitantly.

"We're okay", he agreed and they embraced in a manly hug to seal the agreement.

"So, how's Peyton?" Nathan asked as they walked down the hallway.

"When I left this morning she was still sleeping, but she's been pretty good. She's tired and still moody, but she's dealing."

"How's she taking everything about the baby?" he asked hesitantly.

"Well, Dr. Darr said that even though she has three weeks to go, as long as the baby is at least five pounds and has a healthy internal system; nervous, immune, things that like, everything should be fine, but there is always a risk involved", he finished quietly.

"I'm sure everything will be fine", Nathan said with a smile. He looked down the hall and noticed Haley struggling with her books. "Listen, I'm gunna go, but tell Peyton I'll be by later."

"I will", he watched Nathan walk over to Haley with a smile. She looked over at him and waved. He waved back and continued his walk. A loud voice stopped him.

"Lucas! Luke!"

He turned to face a panicked Brooke. "What?"

"Claire just called me . . . Peyton's water broke!"

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"Ow", Peyton yelled in agony.

"Just breathe through it, Peyton", the sweet, older woman cooed as she wiped the blonde's forehead.

"I'd like to see you breathe through this", she glared at Claire.

"I have . . . twice", she said with a playful smirk. Peyton tossed her head from side to side and muttered something to her self.

"I'm here, I'm here", the blonde male panted out as he flew into her room. He and Claire switched places and she hustled to help the doctor.

"Where the hell were you?" she hissed out as tears rimmed her eyes. He immediately used his thumb to wipe the stray water droplets away.

"I had school."

"God, don't leave ever again!" she scolded. Peyton's face contorted and a scream enveloped the room as another contraction hit her abdomen. He quickly reached for her hand and she quickly searched for it. They met in mid air and she gripped it desperately.

"You can do this, Peyt. Just breathe", he spoke calmly.

"I am breathing, but it's not freaking helping", she panted heavily.

He returned to her earlier comment as she began to relax, "You know, last night you tried to force me outta here and now you don't ever want me to leave again", he teased with a smile that quickly faded because of the glare she was giving him.

"You better really like this kid", she warned seriously.

"I'll love it", he quickly assured her and for a faint moment she smiled, "why?"

"Ow, ow, ow!" he rubbed her arm soothingly with his free hand.

"Because I am never doing this again", she finally spoke as the contraction eased away. Lucas would have laughed, but the look on her face made him think twice.

"You're doing amazing", Lucas whispered. She gritted her teeth and squeezed his hand harder.

"You are doing well", the doctor announced, "you're at the stage where we can introduce an epidural, if you'd like."

Another contraction hit and Lucas was sure he heard his bones crack.

"Give her the drugs!"

"Gimme the epidural!"

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A group of people sat quietly in the waiting room. Haley and Nathan were side by side and she had her head on his shoulder. Brooke sat next to Nathan nervously shaking her leg, he reassuring put his hand on her knee. She loved him for trying to ease her nerves, but right now only one voice would do that.

Karen sat across from the teens. She was completely lost in her own thoughts. Her son was having a child. She was going to be a grandmother. A thirty-seven year old grandmother.

"God, how long has it been?" Brooke's raspy voice questioned.

Karen glanced at the clock on the wall. "A few hours", she said emotionlessly. All three teens sighed.

"Why don't you guys go home and rest", she offered with a small smile, "Deb's watching the café so I can be here all night."

She had gotten out of rehab for about a month and truly seemed to be a changed woman. She was working with Karen at the café. She was helping Peyton out with TRIC. She was the Deb she knew before she let Dan affect every aspect of her life.

Nathan shook his head and spoke before anyone else could.

"We're her family. We're staying."

"Has anyone gotten on touch with Larry?" Haley asked as she raised her head and looked at the group. Brooke nodded.

"He won't be able to get back for a least a week, week and a half", she said with a sad expression.

"She's gunna be really upset", Nathan voiced.

"He feels horrible, but with the storms down there, he can't really do anything."

"He'll make it up to her", Karen assured them all.

"I can't believe we'll be sitting here again in a few months", Brooke muttered as she stared at Haley's belly.

"I know", the pregnant woman glowed.

"I'm freaking out for Peyton and I'm freaking out about our son. I can't imagine what Lucas is going through", Nathan said as he shook his head.

Just then the doors flew open and a beaming blonde ran through.

"I have a son!"

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Keith Nathaniel Scott. Born on April 24th at 9:27 p.m. At 21 inches in length and 5 pounds 6 ounces, he was perfectly healthy. His bright blue eyes brought a smile to their faces and even though all newborns have blue eyes, they knew these would stay. From the second he appeared in this world he was his parents pride and joy.

Everyone that had been in the waiting room came in a praised the new, young parents. They took turns holding the tiny bundle. Karen cried because she was officially a grandmother. Haley cried because of her hormones. Nathan announced that he was officially scared out of his mind, again. Brooke started at the baby in complete awe.

At one point Peyton yawned and they quickly acknowledged the sign. They said their last goodbyes and promised to visit tomorrow. The two blondes stared at each other and Lucas quietly told her to rest while he stroked her hair.

Lucas currently sat in the chair along Peyton's bedside and held what had quickly become his entire world. He glanced at Peyton and her closed eyes and quickly focused back on the sleeping infant. He opened his mouth and his quiet voice filled the room.

"You know, when I first found out about you, I was scared out of my mind. I was only seventeen and wasn't even thinking about having children. Then your mother came into my room and dropped the bomb and my entire world changed; for the better", he cuddled the baby closer and spoke again.

"I thought about this moment for months. Holding you and seeing you and breathing in your sweet baby smell. Now that you're here and it's all happening it seems surreal. Like it's not my life. But I am really glad that this is my life, that you're my life", he paused to clear his throat in hopes of stopping the burning sensation. Throughout his entire speech he hadn't noticed the set of green eyes that stared at him.

"I have a son. You're my son", he whispered as tears filled his eye. Peyton sniffled and he immediately met her eyes.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked in concern. He sure would be asleep after what she had been through.

"How could anyone sleep with you talking that loud?" she teased and innocently wiped at her tears. He smiled too and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, am I wrong?" he challenged. Peyton nodded her head and he dropped his mouth in shock. Before he had a chance to question it she spoke.

"He's our son."

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Beautiful boy


Ta-da! Let me know what you think. The song is by John Lennon, in case anyone wanted to know.

Also, in case none of you assumed this, my other two stories Coming Home and Look Where We Are Now are on hiatus indefinitely. I have some ideas for Coming Home, but not enough to make then into full chapters. As for Look Where We Are Now I felt like it was mirroring Coming Home with a few minor exceptions.

That being said, this story has taken my top priority and I have already started jotting down plots and scenes for the sequel lol.