AN: So this was a fun chapter to write, partially because I like seeing the
chemistry between Lucas and Haley, and partially because I got to make
Haley a pig. Hehehehe. Yeah, so I hope you enjoy.
Description: Their first ultrasound! Yay! Also Haley faces the pressures of school and learns that not everyone is accepting of her news. Especially a certain head-cheerleader with a mean streak and a mission. Watch out, Haley!
Unspoken Questions: by grace
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The next few weeks passed by quickly, the warm, sensuous summer turning crisp as Tree Hill readied itself for fall. Coats and scarves made their way from the depths of closets, noses turned pink, and all of the birds in the area left in search for warmer weather.
Lucas was wishing he could do the same as he zipped his jacket against the cool breeze, hopping out of the car. Haley right behind him, munching on a power bar, they hurried (somewhat) into the doctor's office, breathing a sigh of relief as they reached the warm interiors.
"Haven't you already had one of those this morning?" Lucas asked Haley with a teasing smile. She scowled.
"They're...good." She said, her mouth full. "Besides...I'm eating for two. One for the baby, one for me."
They sat down and in minutes were ushered into a small room with a large machine for their ultrasound.
The nurse was short and squat, with a tight brown bun and a friendly smile. Lucas helped Haley up onto the table and then squeezed her hand as the nurse rubbed jelly on her stomach.
"C-cold..." Haley shivered. Lucas draped his coat over her shoulders. Haley looked at him appreciatively, and the nurse gave a small smile.
A few minutes later, their baby came on the screen. There wasn't much to the baby yet, but Lucas and Haley both looked on with awe. Lucas felt as though he might melt into the floor if Haley hadn't been there holding his hand.
"That's us, Lucas," Haley whispered. Lucas squeezed her hand.
They left the doctors office an hour later with the baby's first picture in their hands. Lucas couldn't stop grinning. Haley glanced at him and grinned herself; it was infectious.
"Let's stop by Mickey D's," She said.
"Still hungry?"
"Don't mess with me, Scott. It's your baby I'm feeding."
"How bout I cook for you instead?"
"You? Cook?"
"Hey now, my mother's a chef. I will have you know that I am an excellent cook." He said indignantly.
"Alright then. Chef Lucas." She giggled.
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"I haven't seen this movie in forever." Haley sighed happily as she and Lucas sat together on the couch at Lucas's house, the soft glow of television settling over them. Haley had a bowl of popcorn in her hand, and was watching the movie unblinkingly. The ultrasound picture lay on the table by Lucas. He couldn't help looking at it every once in a while.
"Eh. It's just Pearl Harbor." Lucas frowned. It hadn't been his choice. He looked over at Haley with a bemused expression on his face. "And you're still eating?"
"What?" Haley asked, her mouth full. "Hey, I didn't eat all of my potatoes."
"You mean your third helping of potatoes?" He laughed at the indignant look on Haley's face. She threw a popcorn kernel at him and he ducked. "Hey!"
"Hey what?" She challenged.
"Hey this!" He tackled her, sending the popcorn bowl flying, knocking over the table. They giggled madly as they tossed, Haley trying to avoid Lucas's outstretched hands, Lucas trying to avoid Haley's pinching fingers.
They ended up in a tangle on the floor, arms and legs intertwined and both breathing rapidly. Lucas looked over to see the picture lying on the floor. He grabbed it, and Haley laid against his shoulder, breathing warmly on him.
"Can you believe it?" She whispered. "It's us."
"I know. It almost doesn't seem real."
"To you!" She groaned. "You don't have to deal with all the morning sickness and having to freakin pee every two seconds. It seems more than real to me. But I know what you mean." She cocked her head to the side and studied the picture for moment. "You know, it kind of looks like you..."
"Huh?"
"Yeah...see this lump? It almost looks like your face...or maybe your butt...I really can't decide."
"Shut up."
"Hey, I'm only saying..."
"And I'm saying you'd better be nice, if you don't want all of this popcorn down your shirt." Lucas lunged again, shoving popcorn kernels down Haley's shirt. She squealed and pulled away from him, scrambling to the couch.
"Lucas!" She giggled. "You are SO immature. You know, guys stopped throwing things down my shirt ummm....lets see...FRESHMAN year?"
"Oh don't let them fool you Hales, it's on their minds everyday."
"Uh!" Haley rolled off the couch and Lucas grabbed her gently, saving her from a massive fall.
"Thanks," Haley giggled, settling on the floor. Lucas sat down next to her, and Haley propped herself up. Lucas watched as her stomach moved up and down, hardly believing that there was a small baby there.
It was silent for a moment as they both stared at the picture, the movie forgotten. The comfortable silence between them suddenly grew tense.
"Lucas?"
"Yeah?"
She hesitated. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I'm glad it was you."
He didn't need to ask what she meant. "I know, me too."
"I mean, if it hadn't been you, if it had been Nathan, or some other random person I don't know if I could handle it. I really don't think that I could have survived..." Lucas smiled. She was so cute rambling on. "...Especially now since Nathan and I aren't even talking, and I..."
"I know. I'm glad it was me, too." Lucas told her sincerely. And he meant it. Better him than some slimy asshole.
Haley tipped his chin towards her and he let her do so, a question in his eyes, and also in hers. He was amazed that this beautiful woman in front of him was his best friend. The one he had grown up with. It just didn't seem real.
He really did care for her. But he pulled away before she could even think about kissing him, and again he saw the look in her eyes, the questioning, the intensity. Those same eyes he had seen for years, and yet suddenly they were deeper with more emotion than Lucas had ever imagined possible.
There was definitely a fine line he was walking between "friends" and "more than friends". He had crossed the line once before, but it hardly counted. The question was, where exactly on that line was he? And did he really want to cross that line again?
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"So your assignment is," Ms. Colmon, a woman in her late forties, short, with an even shorter temper stood before her sleeping class. It was to be expected. Mondays. "I want you to go home, and write a poem. It must be at least 10 lines long, and pertaining to 'love' and topics related. Feel free to say what you want with this one. But please, keep it pg. Thanks."
The bell sounded and Haley stood quickly, desperate to get out of there. She hated this class. English was okay, but it was her only class with Nathan. Once a shared joy, she now took no pleasure to listening to love poems all hour when the object of her affection sat behind her, doing who-knows-what, and probably wondering why she was getting so fat.
Haley bit her lip and rubbed her stomach self-consciously. A group of girls walked behind her, including Brooke and a couple of cheerleaders.
"...She is getting fat," Haley heard one whisper.
"So are the rumors true? Is she really pregnant?"
"She has to be. No one can get that big so fast otherwise."
"You know, I heard that she's screwed Nathan AND Lucas."
There was a sharp intake of breath from Brooke and Haley closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself.
"Figures." Brooke said coolly after a minute, a little louder as to be assured Haley could hear her. "It's always the quiet ones that turn out to be filthy little tramps." The other girls were quiet, watching the deadly silent battle between the two girls. "You know, I bet she's done Jake, too. And maybe Tim."
The girls gasped.
"Wow. And she's always seemed so nice." A girl with a squeaky voice whispered. "That's unreal."
"Yeah, I bet she doesn't even know who the father is." Said Brooke's voice. Haley could hear the fear in her tone, even though it was well masked with malice. "It's such a shame, too. Her poor child is going to have a crack-whore as a mother."
Haley could feel Brooke's razor sharp eyes bearing down on her. Haley fought back a tear and spun on her heel so that she was within a foot of Brooke.
"You know, Brooke," Haley said bitingly, sick of Brooke and her jealous antics. "That's real rich, you calling me a tramp, when we both know there isn't any guy around here you haven't screwed to stay on top of these incessant mind games you play with people. You think I have issues? I didn't sleep with half the basketball team when my boyfriend cheated on me." There was a collective gasp among the people that had crowded to watch.
"The way I see it, I'm not the one here with problems. At least not any that you should be concerned with. It's okay, Brooke. Lucas has moved on. You should too." Haley said the last part sympathetically, watching Brooke turn pink. She patted Brooke's shoulder with a sarcastic smile. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm sure someone will take you, even though you are a cold- hearted, moral less bitch. Just don't give up." Brooke's mouth hung open momentarily, stung by this unexpected blow.
Score one for tutor-girl, Haley thought as she pushed past Brooke, thanking her flaring hormones for the first time ever.
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Yeah! Go Haley! Alright normally I love Brooke, but I wanted her to be a lil mean in this story...she definitely got what she deserved! Hmmm Lucas and Haley or Nathan and Haley? Hmmmm you gotta wonder! Hehehe.
Next time: Haley has to put her feelings in words, and Lucas and Peyton (finally!) get a little alone time.
Review if you love me! (or my stories....which you know you do!)
Much luv!
Description: Their first ultrasound! Yay! Also Haley faces the pressures of school and learns that not everyone is accepting of her news. Especially a certain head-cheerleader with a mean streak and a mission. Watch out, Haley!
Unspoken Questions: by grace
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next few weeks passed by quickly, the warm, sensuous summer turning crisp as Tree Hill readied itself for fall. Coats and scarves made their way from the depths of closets, noses turned pink, and all of the birds in the area left in search for warmer weather.
Lucas was wishing he could do the same as he zipped his jacket against the cool breeze, hopping out of the car. Haley right behind him, munching on a power bar, they hurried (somewhat) into the doctor's office, breathing a sigh of relief as they reached the warm interiors.
"Haven't you already had one of those this morning?" Lucas asked Haley with a teasing smile. She scowled.
"They're...good." She said, her mouth full. "Besides...I'm eating for two. One for the baby, one for me."
They sat down and in minutes were ushered into a small room with a large machine for their ultrasound.
The nurse was short and squat, with a tight brown bun and a friendly smile. Lucas helped Haley up onto the table and then squeezed her hand as the nurse rubbed jelly on her stomach.
"C-cold..." Haley shivered. Lucas draped his coat over her shoulders. Haley looked at him appreciatively, and the nurse gave a small smile.
A few minutes later, their baby came on the screen. There wasn't much to the baby yet, but Lucas and Haley both looked on with awe. Lucas felt as though he might melt into the floor if Haley hadn't been there holding his hand.
"That's us, Lucas," Haley whispered. Lucas squeezed her hand.
They left the doctors office an hour later with the baby's first picture in their hands. Lucas couldn't stop grinning. Haley glanced at him and grinned herself; it was infectious.
"Let's stop by Mickey D's," She said.
"Still hungry?"
"Don't mess with me, Scott. It's your baby I'm feeding."
"How bout I cook for you instead?"
"You? Cook?"
"Hey now, my mother's a chef. I will have you know that I am an excellent cook." He said indignantly.
"Alright then. Chef Lucas." She giggled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I haven't seen this movie in forever." Haley sighed happily as she and Lucas sat together on the couch at Lucas's house, the soft glow of television settling over them. Haley had a bowl of popcorn in her hand, and was watching the movie unblinkingly. The ultrasound picture lay on the table by Lucas. He couldn't help looking at it every once in a while.
"Eh. It's just Pearl Harbor." Lucas frowned. It hadn't been his choice. He looked over at Haley with a bemused expression on his face. "And you're still eating?"
"What?" Haley asked, her mouth full. "Hey, I didn't eat all of my potatoes."
"You mean your third helping of potatoes?" He laughed at the indignant look on Haley's face. She threw a popcorn kernel at him and he ducked. "Hey!"
"Hey what?" She challenged.
"Hey this!" He tackled her, sending the popcorn bowl flying, knocking over the table. They giggled madly as they tossed, Haley trying to avoid Lucas's outstretched hands, Lucas trying to avoid Haley's pinching fingers.
They ended up in a tangle on the floor, arms and legs intertwined and both breathing rapidly. Lucas looked over to see the picture lying on the floor. He grabbed it, and Haley laid against his shoulder, breathing warmly on him.
"Can you believe it?" She whispered. "It's us."
"I know. It almost doesn't seem real."
"To you!" She groaned. "You don't have to deal with all the morning sickness and having to freakin pee every two seconds. It seems more than real to me. But I know what you mean." She cocked her head to the side and studied the picture for moment. "You know, it kind of looks like you..."
"Huh?"
"Yeah...see this lump? It almost looks like your face...or maybe your butt...I really can't decide."
"Shut up."
"Hey, I'm only saying..."
"And I'm saying you'd better be nice, if you don't want all of this popcorn down your shirt." Lucas lunged again, shoving popcorn kernels down Haley's shirt. She squealed and pulled away from him, scrambling to the couch.
"Lucas!" She giggled. "You are SO immature. You know, guys stopped throwing things down my shirt ummm....lets see...FRESHMAN year?"
"Oh don't let them fool you Hales, it's on their minds everyday."
"Uh!" Haley rolled off the couch and Lucas grabbed her gently, saving her from a massive fall.
"Thanks," Haley giggled, settling on the floor. Lucas sat down next to her, and Haley propped herself up. Lucas watched as her stomach moved up and down, hardly believing that there was a small baby there.
It was silent for a moment as they both stared at the picture, the movie forgotten. The comfortable silence between them suddenly grew tense.
"Lucas?"
"Yeah?"
She hesitated. "I know this is going to sound weird, but I'm glad it was you."
He didn't need to ask what she meant. "I know, me too."
"I mean, if it hadn't been you, if it had been Nathan, or some other random person I don't know if I could handle it. I really don't think that I could have survived..." Lucas smiled. She was so cute rambling on. "...Especially now since Nathan and I aren't even talking, and I..."
"I know. I'm glad it was me, too." Lucas told her sincerely. And he meant it. Better him than some slimy asshole.
Haley tipped his chin towards her and he let her do so, a question in his eyes, and also in hers. He was amazed that this beautiful woman in front of him was his best friend. The one he had grown up with. It just didn't seem real.
He really did care for her. But he pulled away before she could even think about kissing him, and again he saw the look in her eyes, the questioning, the intensity. Those same eyes he had seen for years, and yet suddenly they were deeper with more emotion than Lucas had ever imagined possible.
There was definitely a fine line he was walking between "friends" and "more than friends". He had crossed the line once before, but it hardly counted. The question was, where exactly on that line was he? And did he really want to cross that line again?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So your assignment is," Ms. Colmon, a woman in her late forties, short, with an even shorter temper stood before her sleeping class. It was to be expected. Mondays. "I want you to go home, and write a poem. It must be at least 10 lines long, and pertaining to 'love' and topics related. Feel free to say what you want with this one. But please, keep it pg. Thanks."
The bell sounded and Haley stood quickly, desperate to get out of there. She hated this class. English was okay, but it was her only class with Nathan. Once a shared joy, she now took no pleasure to listening to love poems all hour when the object of her affection sat behind her, doing who-knows-what, and probably wondering why she was getting so fat.
Haley bit her lip and rubbed her stomach self-consciously. A group of girls walked behind her, including Brooke and a couple of cheerleaders.
"...She is getting fat," Haley heard one whisper.
"So are the rumors true? Is she really pregnant?"
"She has to be. No one can get that big so fast otherwise."
"You know, I heard that she's screwed Nathan AND Lucas."
There was a sharp intake of breath from Brooke and Haley closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself.
"Figures." Brooke said coolly after a minute, a little louder as to be assured Haley could hear her. "It's always the quiet ones that turn out to be filthy little tramps." The other girls were quiet, watching the deadly silent battle between the two girls. "You know, I bet she's done Jake, too. And maybe Tim."
The girls gasped.
"Wow. And she's always seemed so nice." A girl with a squeaky voice whispered. "That's unreal."
"Yeah, I bet she doesn't even know who the father is." Said Brooke's voice. Haley could hear the fear in her tone, even though it was well masked with malice. "It's such a shame, too. Her poor child is going to have a crack-whore as a mother."
Haley could feel Brooke's razor sharp eyes bearing down on her. Haley fought back a tear and spun on her heel so that she was within a foot of Brooke.
"You know, Brooke," Haley said bitingly, sick of Brooke and her jealous antics. "That's real rich, you calling me a tramp, when we both know there isn't any guy around here you haven't screwed to stay on top of these incessant mind games you play with people. You think I have issues? I didn't sleep with half the basketball team when my boyfriend cheated on me." There was a collective gasp among the people that had crowded to watch.
"The way I see it, I'm not the one here with problems. At least not any that you should be concerned with. It's okay, Brooke. Lucas has moved on. You should too." Haley said the last part sympathetically, watching Brooke turn pink. She patted Brooke's shoulder with a sarcastic smile. "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm sure someone will take you, even though you are a cold- hearted, moral less bitch. Just don't give up." Brooke's mouth hung open momentarily, stung by this unexpected blow.
Score one for tutor-girl, Haley thought as she pushed past Brooke, thanking her flaring hormones for the first time ever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yeah! Go Haley! Alright normally I love Brooke, but I wanted her to be a lil mean in this story...she definitely got what she deserved! Hmmm Lucas and Haley or Nathan and Haley? Hmmmm you gotta wonder! Hehehe.
Next time: Haley has to put her feelings in words, and Lucas and Peyton (finally!) get a little alone time.
Review if you love me! (or my stories....which you know you do!)
Much luv!