Mommy, Mommy
Chapter 1
He stared at the girl.
She seemed to be staring back. She looked almost exactly like him. He looked down at the letter in his hand, reading it for the tenth time, reading her beautiful handwriting.
Dear Luke,
I'm so sorry things ended up this way. I wish you, her, and I could be a family. But it couldn't work under the circumstances. Take good care of her. She needs a daddy. I didn't have the heart to name her. I just call her Angel, or Sweetie. I know she'll be well taken care of. I know the people of Tree Hill, and I know how great they are. Haley? She'll love her. And so will everyone else. I love you, Lucas Scott. Please love our daughter.
Love always,
Peyton
He picked the girl off the couch, where he had formed a bunch of pillows into a small bed. She started to cry and he panicked, looking through the bag Peyton had left with the child. Finding a bottle, he gently shoved it into her mouth. Watching her eyes open wide, he observed as she enjoyed her bottle, falling asleep. He held her in his arms. How perfect she looked. Her sandy blonde hair was matted against her forehead. He found his mind wandering off, towards Peyton. Where was she?
He picked up the phone, quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping child. Gently placing her back on her little bed, he dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Haley?" He asked, looking down at his daughter.
"Luke! Hey, what's up?"
"Um, you might want to come over."
Chapter 1
He stared at the girl.
She seemed to be staring back. She looked almost exactly like him. He looked down at the letter in his hand, reading it for the tenth time, reading her beautiful handwriting.
Dear Luke,
I'm so sorry things ended up this way. I wish you, her, and I could be a family. But it couldn't work under the circumstances. Take good care of her. She needs a daddy. I didn't have the heart to name her. I just call her Angel, or Sweetie. I know she'll be well taken care of. I know the people of Tree Hill, and I know how great they are. Haley? She'll love her. And so will everyone else. I love you, Lucas Scott. Please love our daughter.
Love always,
Peyton
He picked the girl off the couch, where he had formed a bunch of pillows into a small bed. She started to cry and he panicked, looking through the bag Peyton had left with the child. Finding a bottle, he gently shoved it into her mouth. Watching her eyes open wide, he observed as she enjoyed her bottle, falling asleep. He held her in his arms. How perfect she looked. Her sandy blonde hair was matted against her forehead. He found his mind wandering off, towards Peyton. Where was she?
He picked up the phone, quietly, not wanting to wake up the sleeping child. Gently placing her back on her little bed, he dialed a familiar number.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Haley?" He asked, looking down at his daughter.
"Luke! Hey, what's up?"
"Um, you might want to come over."