Chapter 9
*Reality*
"Lucas can I talk to you for a second?" Whitey requested after basketball practice.
"Okay, what's the problem?" Lucas asked.
"You seem a little distracted lately."
"I know coach, I just-" He stopped, "You wouldn't understand."
"You just what Lucas? Talk to me."
"You don't need to worry about it. This is my problem." Luke argued.
"And when your problems start affecting your game that's when I step in." The coach shot back.
"Peyton's having a baby okay. Are you happy now?"
"Okay good excuse. How long have you known?"
"About two weeks but we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I'm nervous." Lucas explained.
"Why don't you take some time to clear your mind, spend some time with Peyton? She is probably scared too." Whitey suggested.
"Coach I can't just quit basketball. What about my future?" He asked in disbelief.
"Well son it sounds to me like Peyton is your future. Besides who ever said you were quitting. I expect you to be back by next week. We need you for the first game." Whitey warned.
"Thanks coach." Lucas called running into the locker room.
"Oh my Lord, kids these days." Whitey mumbled under his breath. After getting changed Lucas set out to find Peyton. He caught Haley coming out of the bathroom.
"What are you so happy about?" Haley commented on the smile that stretched across his face.
"Whitey gave me some time off." He told her.
"That's great, one less thing to stress about." She said, "I have to get something for Peyton."
"Where is she anyway?" He asked.
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Haley nodded towards the bathroom. Lucas headed in slowly; this was new territory for him. All of his apprehension disappeared when he saw Peyton hunched over the toilet with no color left in her face.
"Are you okay?" He ran to her.
"Yeah this is part of the job description." He gave Peyton a blank stare, "You know morning sickness."
"But it's not the morning?" He said seriously. She let out a laugh at his ignorance.
"What's so funny?" Luke asked completely lost.
"Morning sickness isn't just in the morning. I think you need the doctor more that me." She told him.
"Hey I'm not familiar with this stuff. And it scares me when I see you like this." He defended himself.
"Well I suggest you close your eyes then." She warned before getting sick again.
"How long is this gonna last?"
"I hope not long but I don't really know. I haven't done this before either you know."
"So we will learn together. Ten years from now if we have another baby we will have experience."
"Ha, you actually think I'm getting pregnant again. You got the fun part and I get to have stretch marks, not be able to tie my shoes and carry an eight pound baby for nine months." She complained.
"Don't worry, I'll still love you when you're fat." He joked.
"You better; this is your fault." Peyton pointed to her stomach. He hugged her and she forgot her next comment. Haley walking into the bathroom to find her friends groping each other in the stall.
"Excuse me that is what is what got you two in trouble." She interrupted.
"Sorry we didn't see you." Luke apologized.
"Oh, but I saw you and I never want to again." Haley laughed, "How are you feeling Peyton?"
"A bit better thanks."
"Well I have to go meet Nathan. See you later."
"You want to go home before your 'morning' sickness comes back?"
"Yeah we better hurry."
*The Next Day*
"This is it." Peyton sighed.
"I know. This is making my stomach knot up." Lucas agreed.
"Please don't talk about that. You don't what me to get sick in your truck do you?" Lucas disregarded her comment. His mind was not focused on the present.
"What are we gonna ask her?" He questioned.
"I don't know. They'll probably just tell us what we need to know."
"Are we going to ask about sleeping together?"
"If they don't tell us then we can ask. I mean it's obvious that we have been together already." Peyton said sarcastically pointing to her stomach. She was convinced that she was already showing.
"Peyton, you can't even tell. What are you gonna do when you're eight months pregnant?"
Let's not talk about it now. Don't scare me." She replied.
"Well we're here. This is it." They looked at each other and tensed their faces. They walked hand in hand.
"An appointment for Peyton Sawyer." She told the receptionist.
"Have a seat the doctor will be right with you." She told them in a monotone voice. They sat down and didn't say anything; Lucas just rubbed Peyton's hand. When the nurse called her name she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"So I assume you are the father." The doctor said to Lucas giving him a dirty look.
"You assumed correctly." He tried to lighten the situation.
"Okay Ms. Sawyer have a seat up here. This is an ultrasound; it will let us see the baby in your uterus. This might be a little cold." Lucas and Peyton stared at the screen in anticipation.
"Okay you two this is you baby." She pointed at a little oval in the middle of the screen.
"That's our baby." Peyton looked at Luke. He had a smile plastered on his face.
"I can't believe we created that together. That is going to be a child, our child." Luke was amazed.
"If you come back in a month you can see the hands and the feet but for now I can print out a picture of this for you."
"Our baby's first picture. I can't believe it!" Peyton squealed. The doctor came back in with the sonogram picture and pamphlets.
"So you will need to give up smoking, drinking and caffeine." The doctor told Peyton.
"Not a problem."
"And I have some vitamins you should take daily."
"Would it be safe to well to.... You know?" Lucas hesitated.
"Have sex during the pregnancy? I don't recommend it in the first trimester. It could cause stress to the baby. But after the third month it is to your discretion." The doctor looked toward Peyton, "If you have any questions you can call me here. Most of the basics should be in the pamphlets. I would advise that you buy pregnancy books as well."
"Well see you in a month then. Thank You." Peyton said as they walked out of the exam room. Lucas lingered behind a bit. He couldn't help but stare at the image of the fetus. He got into the car still clutching the photo. and put his other hand on Peyton's stomach.
"This is really happening isn't it?" He looked at her with affection then down at the picture.
"Yeah it really is." She said placing her hand on her stomach overlapping his.
*Reality*
"Lucas can I talk to you for a second?" Whitey requested after basketball practice.
"Okay, what's the problem?" Lucas asked.
"You seem a little distracted lately."
"I know coach, I just-" He stopped, "You wouldn't understand."
"You just what Lucas? Talk to me."
"You don't need to worry about it. This is my problem." Luke argued.
"And when your problems start affecting your game that's when I step in." The coach shot back.
"Peyton's having a baby okay. Are you happy now?"
"Okay good excuse. How long have you known?"
"About two weeks but we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and I'm nervous." Lucas explained.
"Why don't you take some time to clear your mind, spend some time with Peyton? She is probably scared too." Whitey suggested.
"Coach I can't just quit basketball. What about my future?" He asked in disbelief.
"Well son it sounds to me like Peyton is your future. Besides who ever said you were quitting. I expect you to be back by next week. We need you for the first game." Whitey warned.
"Thanks coach." Lucas called running into the locker room.
"Oh my Lord, kids these days." Whitey mumbled under his breath. After getting changed Lucas set out to find Peyton. He caught Haley coming out of the bathroom.
"What are you so happy about?" Haley commented on the smile that stretched across his face.
"Whitey gave me some time off." He told her.
"That's great, one less thing to stress about." She said, "I have to get something for Peyton."
"Where is she anyway?" He asked.
"Why don't you go see for yourself?" Haley nodded towards the bathroom. Lucas headed in slowly; this was new territory for him. All of his apprehension disappeared when he saw Peyton hunched over the toilet with no color left in her face.
"Are you okay?" He ran to her.
"Yeah this is part of the job description." He gave Peyton a blank stare, "You know morning sickness."
"But it's not the morning?" He said seriously. She let out a laugh at his ignorance.
"What's so funny?" Luke asked completely lost.
"Morning sickness isn't just in the morning. I think you need the doctor more that me." She told him.
"Hey I'm not familiar with this stuff. And it scares me when I see you like this." He defended himself.
"Well I suggest you close your eyes then." She warned before getting sick again.
"How long is this gonna last?"
"I hope not long but I don't really know. I haven't done this before either you know."
"So we will learn together. Ten years from now if we have another baby we will have experience."
"Ha, you actually think I'm getting pregnant again. You got the fun part and I get to have stretch marks, not be able to tie my shoes and carry an eight pound baby for nine months." She complained.
"Don't worry, I'll still love you when you're fat." He joked.
"You better; this is your fault." Peyton pointed to her stomach. He hugged her and she forgot her next comment. Haley walking into the bathroom to find her friends groping each other in the stall.
"Excuse me that is what is what got you two in trouble." She interrupted.
"Sorry we didn't see you." Luke apologized.
"Oh, but I saw you and I never want to again." Haley laughed, "How are you feeling Peyton?"
"A bit better thanks."
"Well I have to go meet Nathan. See you later."
"You want to go home before your 'morning' sickness comes back?"
"Yeah we better hurry."
*The Next Day*
"This is it." Peyton sighed.
"I know. This is making my stomach knot up." Lucas agreed.
"Please don't talk about that. You don't what me to get sick in your truck do you?" Lucas disregarded her comment. His mind was not focused on the present.
"What are we gonna ask her?" He questioned.
"I don't know. They'll probably just tell us what we need to know."
"Are we going to ask about sleeping together?"
"If they don't tell us then we can ask. I mean it's obvious that we have been together already." Peyton said sarcastically pointing to her stomach. She was convinced that she was already showing.
"Peyton, you can't even tell. What are you gonna do when you're eight months pregnant?"
Let's not talk about it now. Don't scare me." She replied.
"Well we're here. This is it." They looked at each other and tensed their faces. They walked hand in hand.
"An appointment for Peyton Sawyer." She told the receptionist.
"Have a seat the doctor will be right with you." She told them in a monotone voice. They sat down and didn't say anything; Lucas just rubbed Peyton's hand. When the nurse called her name she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"So I assume you are the father." The doctor said to Lucas giving him a dirty look.
"You assumed correctly." He tried to lighten the situation.
"Okay Ms. Sawyer have a seat up here. This is an ultrasound; it will let us see the baby in your uterus. This might be a little cold." Lucas and Peyton stared at the screen in anticipation.
"Okay you two this is you baby." She pointed at a little oval in the middle of the screen.
"That's our baby." Peyton looked at Luke. He had a smile plastered on his face.
"I can't believe we created that together. That is going to be a child, our child." Luke was amazed.
"If you come back in a month you can see the hands and the feet but for now I can print out a picture of this for you."
"Our baby's first picture. I can't believe it!" Peyton squealed. The doctor came back in with the sonogram picture and pamphlets.
"So you will need to give up smoking, drinking and caffeine." The doctor told Peyton.
"Not a problem."
"And I have some vitamins you should take daily."
"Would it be safe to well to.... You know?" Lucas hesitated.
"Have sex during the pregnancy? I don't recommend it in the first trimester. It could cause stress to the baby. But after the third month it is to your discretion." The doctor looked toward Peyton, "If you have any questions you can call me here. Most of the basics should be in the pamphlets. I would advise that you buy pregnancy books as well."
"Well see you in a month then. Thank You." Peyton said as they walked out of the exam room. Lucas lingered behind a bit. He couldn't help but stare at the image of the fetus. He got into the car still clutching the photo. and put his other hand on Peyton's stomach.
"This is really happening isn't it?" He looked at her with affection then down at the picture.
"Yeah it really is." She said placing her hand on her stomach overlapping his.