Gynecological Practice, Tree Hill

It wasn't the first time that I was at the gynecologist for an antenatal check-up, but this time it was a special date. Today I should learn the baby's gender. I was now 5 months pregnant and couldn't hide my condition any longer. A few days ago, the new year of school started again, and with his teaching hours and extracurricular appointments, I only got to see Davis in the evening. All the more I was pleased when he had agreed to accompany me to the doctor's appointment. He, too, was curious what we would get, even though he denied it. As we entered the waiting room of the practice, I felt the glances that were focused on us and quickly looked for a place where we could sit down. It was always the same, I thought with a sigh. Apparently it was still strange for some Tree Hill residents to see a pregnant teenager. It would probably be easier to live in a town like L.A. than in Tree Hill, where everyone knew each other. I involuntarily thought of what Julian and Brooke had told us the night before; Justin would come home. I was really excited about it, because it also meant that Sawyer wouldn't go away, as she had threatened at the beginning. She would stay in Tree Hill and she and Justin would get married, have babies...

"Lydia Scott?"

Davis nudged me slightly and I got up. The whole time I had been relaxed, but now I felt slightly nervous and I grabbed Davis's hand as we entered the treatment room.

"Hello Lydia! How are you?" The doctor greeted smiling.

"Very good, thank you."

"Fine. And you're the expectant father?" She asked Davis.

Seeing how uncomfortable he felt, I squeezed his hand encouragingly. "Maybe you'd better wait outside?" I suggested. "First the gynecological examination is done, then the ultrasound."

"It's fine. I'm not looking."

I had to smile at his remark and then lay down on the examination chair. In fact, he turned his head to one side while the doctor examined me and then wrote something in the medical record. "Everything all right?" I asked, frowning.

She smiled. "Everything's as it should be," she said soothingly. "Then let's take a look at the baby. And maybe we are also able to determine the gender."

She spread gel on my stomach and turned on the ultrasound machine. Davis had turned back to us and was now watching with interest what had become visible on the monitor.

"It's just one, isn't it?" He suddenly asked, when the doctor didn't say anything anymore, but was focused on the ultrasound probe.

"Excuse me?" Confused, she looked up.

"Davis has a twin brother," I explained. "We read on the internet that it may be possible for twins to have twins."

The doctor nodded. "That's right, but in that case I can reassure you. This is definitely just one baby."

I quickly looked at Davis. He seemed relieved, just like me.

"Do you want to know the sex now? The baby is in a good position," the doctor said with a smile.

I nodded eagerly, then looked at Davis, who frowned thoughtfully. "What's wrong? Don't you want to know it?" I asked him.

"I would like it better if we would wait until after the birth," he admitted hesitantly.

"Why did you want to come along then? I thought you wanted to know if we'll have a girl or a boy?"

He shook his head slightly. "No, I just wanted to know if it's just one baby. And I know that now."

"Then go and wait outside! Because I do want to know." When he actually left the room, I looked after him stunned.

"If I may interfere," the doctor began cautiously, "it usually doesn't work if one parent knows the sex and the other parent doesn't. Sooner or later, they will blurt it out. And that means that the other parent might feel betrayed then."

Groaning softly, I closed my eyes. "And what am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, postponed is not abandoned. Talk to him again," she suggested. "In four weeks is your next appointment. Maybe he'll think differently by then."

Four weeks! I could only stare at the doctor for a moment. I didn't want to wait that long. And I still had no guarantee that Davis had changed his mind. But right now there was probably no other solution for my problem. "Turn it off," I quietly asked her.

She smiled contentedly and turned off the device. "A good decision," she nodded. "I'm going to print out a new ultrasound photo where you can't see the sex. I already checked that the baby is developing normally."

"You know what it's going to be, right?" I asked her.

"I know it. But that remains my little secret until you have come to an agreement," she said and smiled again.

She wiped the gel from my stomach and then handed me the new ultrasound image and the maternity log.

"See you in four weeks," she said goodbye.

When I entered the waiting room to pick up Davis, he looked at me ruefully.

"I'm sorry, Lydia. I should have told you before, that I only came along because I wanted to know if we'll have twins."

I ignored his comment, left the practice and went to our car.

"Are you still mad?" He asked cautiously.

"Open the car and let's drive home!" I was as angry as I was disappointed and I didn't feel like accepting his apology or commenting on it. Although I knew how silly and childish my behavior was, I ignored him for the rest of the day and then went to bed early. It was the first real argument we both had, and it was also the first time I'd spent the night alone in the big King size bed since I had moved into the Baker house. Davis preferred to stay in one of the guest rooms, so I curled up into my blanket and cried myself to sleep.

House of the Bakers

Los Angeles was forgotten when I entered the house and was greeted by my family exuberantly. Only now, when I saw them all again, did I realize how much I really had missed them. And I suddenly knew that my decision to return to Tree Hill had been right.

"Will you stay here forever now?" Izzy asked curiously.

I nodded, smiling. "I think so. At least for now, I have no other plans."

"Hey man, I'm really glad you're back," Davis admitted.

"I think we all are."

I looked at my mom who was beaming at me with happiness. Tom was right, everyone was happy that I came back home. "I should drive away more often if the welcome is always so warm," I said with a cheeky grin. "Is my room still available or do I have to sleep in the guest room?" I asked jokingly.

"The guest room is already taken," Izzy interjected, glancing over at Davis, who stared at the floor, embarrassed.

Confused, I frowned. Why was Davis sleeping in the guest room? It was Jude who enlightened me.

"Lydia and Davis had an argument a few days ago. That's why they sleep in separate rooms now."

"Traitor!" Davis hissed at him and ran out of the living room.

I saw at my mom who was running through her hair, sighing.

"This has been going on for several days now. And I don't know what to do to help them."

"What was the argument about?" I inquired curiously.

"Actually, nothing." Izzy rolled her eyes. "They went to the doctor to find out the baby's gender, and then Davis suddenly decided differently, but Lydia still wanted to know. And now they get out of their way, because nobody wants to budge."

Only now did I realize that one was missing. "Where is Lydia?"

"She is at Sawyer's place," Izzy informed. "She helps prepare for the big birthday party that's supposed to take place on the weekend."

I had to smile involuntarily. Sawyer's birthday party where I wanted to appear as a surprise guest. "You didn't say anything to her, did you?" I asked worriedly.

"No, don't worry. She doesn't know you're back again. I told Lydia to keep it a secret."

"Thanks, Dad, but I'll have to get her a birthday gift." I looked around the room, "Does any of you have any idea what I could give her?"

"You're the gift," Izzy said, grinning. "I think your appearance is enough to make her happy."

"That's not very original," I said with a frown. "I'm sure something else comes to mind."

"First, we should remember to make the evening meal. Who wants to help me in the kitchen? And I'm not asking Justin, he has other things to do now."

I looked gratefully at my mom. "I will help you tomorrow, I promise. Can I go to my room now?" When she nodded, I picked up my travel bag and carried it upstairs. When I passed the guest room, I stopped and listened. No sound was heard. Carefully, I knocked on the door. "Davis?" No response. "Everything okay?" It was strange. We had a close relationship with each other before, but since I had saved his life, I felt connected to him in a special way. I was really worried. "Can I come in for a minute?" It still took a moment for him to unlock the door and let me in. "I know what the argument was about," I said softly as I sat down on his bed.

"And you'll probably tell me how stupid my behavior had been and that I should apologize to her," he said with a sigh.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm not going to tell you what to do. I just want to know why you didn't want to know the gender of the baby?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Do you remember when we used to watch movies together?"

I nodded. Although I didn't understand why he started that topic, I let him continue.

"Back then, we also watched movies where the actress ended up having a baby. And can you remember what the doctor always said when the baby was born?"

I remembered. "Congratulations, it's a boy," I said with a grin. "Or a girl." I frowned at him. "Is that the reason why you don't want to know it before?"

"Not only because of that," he confessed. "I really want to get surprised."

"Did you talk to Lydia about your reasons?"

"No. She hasn't talked to me since." Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his hair. "Honestly, Justin, I don't care what we get. But Lydia is devastated that she doesn't know."

"Women have different priorities than men," I said. "But that won't help you now. You have to talk to her again. Otherwise you will never find a solution to your problem. And if Lydia ignores you, you just have to force her to listen to you."

"And how?"

"Make a big gesture," I suggested. "Tell her that you are sorry and that you feel bad about your argument. Tell her you love her. Women like that."

He nodded. "Sounds good. Saturday is Sawyer's big birthday party," he said thoughtfully. "That would be a good opportunity for it."

"I'm not so sure," I said doubtfully. "Maybe you two should talk in private, not at a party where dozens of guests are invited."

"But I'm sure she won't ignore me in front of a bunch of people."

Although I was still not completely convinced of his plan, I didn't want to talk him out of it. I just hoped his tactics would work out. "Mom is downstairs with the others preparing the evening meal," I changed the subject. "Would you like to come down with me?"

"Later. I just want to be alone for a while."

I nodded hesitantly. "Everything else okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Yes." He forced a smile. "You were a great help. Thank you, Justin! I'm so glad you're back."

"You already said that," I noted smiling and before I got up, I squeezed his shoulder slightly, then left his room and went downstairs to join the rest of the family.