Oops, Chapter 6
A/N: Even though my official ship for the show is now Lucas/Whitey, I'm willing to put that aside for the sake of the story.
A/N 2: Month indicates story, not how far along they are in the pregnancy.
Month Five
Peyton
"WHAT?" Peyton pulled back to stare at Nathan in horror.
"Peyton," he corrected himself, "I know you're Peyton. It was just a slip. You've called me Lucas before!"
"Uhh, yeah, when I asked you to pass the milk!" she pulled her shirt back on.
Nathan shrugged, "Whatever, you know I didn't mean it."
He really couldn't care less. It had been obvious since the moment they started this…whatever it was.
The insecure part of her blamed it on the thickening of her waist, but she knew he just didn't care about her like that anymore. All he thought about was Haley.
"Well, this is working just as well as our relationship," Peyton commented dryly.
Nathan chuckled, "You noticed?"
They lay back on the bed with a sigh.
"I'm sorry I can't make this work, Peyton."
"Why did you even want to go through with it in the first place?"
Nathan sighed and ran his fingers over the slight raise on her abdomen.
"She's said she was fine with it," he shrugged.
"I doubt she meant it."
Nathan pouted, "She meant it. All she ever does is hang out with Lucas and Jake. She barely talks to me anymore."
"You think there's something going on with her and Jake?" Peyton asked curiously, oddly annoyed at the idea.
"No," he snapped quickly, "Of course not. They're friends. Friends hang out."
He got up from the bed and started pacing.
"Right?" he glared at her.
"Yes, friends hang out."
"That's right," he nodded enthusiastically. "So why is he friends with her?"
Peyton rolled her eyes, "Haley's great."
"Exactly!" his eyes narrowed, "And cute…and fun…"
Oh good, new subject matter. Peyton yawned.
"Just friends, my ass," Nathan scowled.
"Why can't you just tell her how you feel?" Peyton threw a pillow at him, "You tell ME often enough. Ask her to prom or something."
"You really think she'd want to go to some dance with me while my pregnant ex-girlfriend is home?"
Peyton snorted, "Why the hell would I be home in this scenario?"
"Oh, I just thought-"
"That I didn't have a date if it wasn't you? Think again, Scott. I'm barely showing yet."
"Ohhh, someone ask you?"
"No one I'd want to be seen with publically."
Nathan chuckled, "You know if Haley—"
"She doesn't have a date yet and I swear if you mention her again, I'll get violent."
***
Haley
"Ugh," Haley made a face as she flubbed her miniature golf shot.
"Haven't you done this course like 50 thousand times?" Brooke raised her eyebrows.
"Shut up, skank," Haley muttered, "Your turn," she kicked Lucas.
"Are you going to tell us how it went or what, Hales?"
"Oh, you mean telling my parents that I'm pregnant even though I'm not even DATING? Just grand."
"You could be dating," Brooke pointed out.
"The guy that knocked up his ex, moved on to me and then right back to her? Gee, how thrilling."
"I hate to support anything Nathan does," Lucas grimaced, "But you did tell Peyton it was okay, right?"
"What was I supposed to say Luke? We're not dating. We've never dated. Should I just not give her my blessing even though they both obviously want to get back together?"
"You've been ignoring him for more than a month, Haley, what do you want him to do?" Brooke asked.
"Be pregnant for me?" she suggested.
"Well, he can't even begin to research that subject until you tell him," Brooke smirked.
"Can you segue ANYTHING to that subject?"
"Hmm…dunno, try me," Brooke grinned.
"Pink Elephants," Haley challenged.
"And speaking of Dumbo, tell Nathan you're pregnant."
Haley chortled.
"I'm so damn good," Brooke smirked.
Lucas just shook his head.
***
"This is ridiculous, I'm not even going!" Haley glared at her friends.
Brooke and Peyton ignored her and kept searching through the dresses.
"Hey what do you think?" Brooke pulled out a dress with large daisies covering each breast.
"That's the most hideous thing I've ever seen," Peyton grimaced.
"I like it," Haley grinned.
The other girls looked at her in horror.
"What? It's an easy subject change. Like, 'So I hear you're pregnant.' 'Whoa! Look at that dress!'"
"Or, the dress will blind them, and no one will know who they're talking about anyway," Peyton shrugged, "You sure you don't want to get it."
"I'll take my chances," Brooke rolled her eyes.
"I doubt my parents will even let me out of the house now that I'm the town slut in their mind."
Brooke laughed, "They can't possibly think less of you than mine do of me."
"My mom's in a state of shock, I think she thought I was headed off to a convent somewhere."
"She's not the only one," Peyton chuckled.
"Why bother watching you now, though?" Brooke smirked, "Honestly."
"Nothing to watch," Haley grumbled.
"I know a boy that would gladly change that. I thought he would cry last week when he thought you might be with Jake."
"Jake's a friend. Not that Nathan would have any say in it anyway," Haley hastened to add.
The girls nodded in agreement.
"So this was what, pillow talk?" Haley pursed her lips and looked away.
Peyton shrugged, "Not exactly-"
"I…really don't want to hear about it."
"He's crazy about you, Haley."
"And doesn't he ever have a creative way of showing it," she mumbled.
Brooke squealed suddenly and pulled out a sexy evening dress. "Sorry," she mumbled, "What were we talking about? Oh, right. Haley, pink elephant it up," she tossed Haley her cell phone, "I'll be trying this on."
"Did anything she just said make sense to you?" Peyton raised her eyebrows.
"I think she wants to order pizza," Haley shrugged.
"Ohhh…that sounds good."
***
Brooke
"Mmmm…" Brooke sighed, "That was disgusting."
"Seemed fine to me," Lucas shrugged, tossing his crust back on the empty cardboard and nuzzled her neck.
"Eww, grease boy!"
Jake shook his head, "She might be referring to the fact that the five of us managed to eat all four pizzas."
Lucas laughed, "That's nothing. You should see the team."
Haley moaned, "No more food talk. Ever."
"We're never going to fit into those dresses now," Peyton sighed.
"So worth it," Brooke giggled.
"What was that about dresses?" Lucas enquired.
"We went shopping for that little dance you've yet to ask me to," Brooke pouted.
"Well, tell me what the dress looks like and I'll consider," he smirked.
Brooke grinned, "WELL, it cuts DOWN…to there," she pointed, "And UP, to here."
His tongue hit the floor.
"Brooke Davis, goddess of my heart," he took her hand, "Will you please, PLEASE go to prom with me?"
She shrugged, "I'll think about it."
The other girls laughed and Jake winced, "Brutal, man. Hey, speaking of prom. You have a date, Haley?"
"No…"
"Then would you like to be mine?"
Next to him, Peyton spewed her drink in a fit of coughing.
"You okay?"
Lucas ran to get a towel.
"Fine," she gasped, "Yeah."
He gave her a weird look, but turned back to Haley, "What do you say?"
"Of course," she grinned, "Sounds fun."
***
"I can't believe your mom is cool with me staying here," Brooke cuddled against her boyfriend as they lay in bed together.
"Well, she can't very well throw her future grandchild out on the street, can she?" Lucas kissed her.
"Was easy enough for my parents," Brooke mumbled.
"They did call, though," he pointed out.
"To give me a number for an abortion clinic," she spat.
"They think they're helping you."
"They just don't want their daughter to be the one that got knocked up in high school."
"Think it would help if we mentioned Peyton and Haley did it too?" Lucas grinned.
Brooke chuckled, "With the same guy, no less."
"Do you…do you think I should tell Nathan about Haley?" Lucas asked hesitantly.
"It's her secret," Brooke shook her head.
"But it's his child too, he has a right to know."
"She'll tell him eventually."
"Sure, when she starts showing," Lucas rolled his eyes.
"Most likely," Brooke smiled.
"If he hurts her, I'll beat him with a train spike."
"Mmm, imagery," she grinned, "kinda turns me on."
"Really…"
"You gonna do anything about that?"
"I'll think about it," he smirked.
She smacked him.
***
Nathan
It was simple. He'd done it before. You just walk up to the girl and ask her out. First step, walking. He was a pro. Second step, asking her out.
Children, please, he was Nathan Scott.
It was simple. Easy.
Almost mundane.
So why was he sweating? Freaking school didn't realize winter was over.
"Haley, hey," he grabbed her attention quickly, not letting himself get dragged into the pre-game-jitters.
"Oh, hey, Nate," she leaned down to grab her book bag, "What's up?"
Her casual treatment of him was annoying at best. Where were the hugs? The smiles? The sex? He missed all of it.
"I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure," she waited.
He watched her for any visible signs of joy at his presence and read only faint irritation when she looked at her watch.
Of course, she could be faking. His ego would allow for no other possibilities.
"About prom," he spit out before he lost his nerve.
Haley raised her eyebrows, "What about it?"
"You guys want to get a limo with us?" Peyton broke into the conversation, taking his hand with a smile.
He blinked at her in confusion, what was she doing? Ruining his game, is what.
"Umm…I…don't know," Haley mumbled, "I've gotta get to class."
As Haley sped off to class, Nathan turned to Peyton and his hand tightened, hard, on hers.
"And just what was that?"
Peyton sighed, "I couldn't think of anything else to stop you."
"Why would you have to stop me?" he frowned, "You were the one that told me to ask her!"
"That was before this weekend."
Nathan was starting to feel a little sick, "What happened this weekend?"
"Jake asked her."
***
It wasn't fair. None of this was supposed to happen.
He was never supposed to knock up Peyton, he could have taken Haley to prom and Jake would be off playing with his daughter.
Everything the teachers said that day was a mystery, not that he was used to paying super close attention anyway.
"Hey Nate!" Peyton came up to him after school, "How you doing?"
He shrugged, she was the last person he wanted to talk to right now.
"Look, I wanted to rearrange some stuff in my room and since I can't really lift anything, I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Oh," he shrugged, "Sure...I mean...actually, how about tomorrow? I just kinda want to go home and veg, is that cool?"
"Sure, no problem," Peyton nodded.
"Cool," he nodded, walking to his car.
He didn't want to lift. He didn't want to think. He wanted to stare blankly at the television for hours on end.
Haley was going with Jake. She was slipping away from him.
***
Lucas
"Sure you don't want to come?" Lucas nuzzled Brooke's neck.
"Not in the way you mean," she smirked. "I'll just hang out with your mom and Haley, I'm sure there is stuff about you that I don't know yet."
"Baby, really, I think you NEED to come with me," he smiled.
"Sit around while you move Peyton's furniture around the room? Thanks, but I'm good."
"Well, come find me if you get bored."
Brooke smiled, "Or frisky. Yeah. Count on it. C'mere," she kissed him.
"I'll miss you."
"Stay away for awhile, I need to get all the dirt," she grinned.
Something told him he'd live to regret this.
***
"Tell me again why Nathan couldn't do this?" Lucas fell back on the bed heavily as he finished moving it.
Peyton shrugged, "He was bumming over Jake and Haley."
Lucas shook his head, "She needs to tell him, this is insane."
"I would definitely agree, but I can see where she's coming from," Peyton shrugged.
"Brooke doesn't think she'll tell until she's showing and I tend to agree with her."
"She's an interesting girl, that Haley," Peyton smiled.
"To say the least," Lucas pushed himself off the bed, "Well, I've gotta be getting back before my mom tells Brooke something I'll regret for the rest of my life."
Peyton laughed, "Thanks for helping."
"Or in other words, doing everything," he smiled.
"Right. That too."
"Whoa," Lucas tripped into her trash basket, "Still a little light headed." He pushed the papers back into the wastebasket and frowned, picking up the one with his name on it.
Peyton blushed, "That's the paternity test results...didn't want it sitting around for Nathan to find."
Lucas stood up slowly, reading it. "Peyton...my blood is B negative."
"And...?"
"This says B positive."
"So it's an overly peppy typo," she shrugged.
Lucas rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Yeah...you're right."
"Knock, knock, hey strangers!" Brooke bounced into the room, "Karen sends invitations to the two of you for dinner at the Cafe?" she frowned, looking between her friend and boyfriend, "Something wrong?"
"Nope," Lucas forced a smile and dropped the paper back into Peyton's trash can, "Let's go."
TBC