Chapter Fifty-One

Author's note: Someone completely spoiled the season finale in their review, so it's a good thing I saw it a half hour earlier. Good thing I hadn't checked my emails before sitting down to watch it… About that. My stories are completely AU by now, but I might try to incorporate some newer things. And I do realize it's extremely that Callie knew about a character that was in a show that came out the year she was born, but whatever. And by the way, did you guys love the finale? I'm so proud of Haley, and WTF was up with Peyton's mom? I'm posting a spoiler at the end of this chapter because I love how much you guys have been reviewing.

"Cal, I'm home!" called Sawyer. I sat up slowly and shook my hair out of my eyes. He'd waken me from my afternoon nap.

After I'd washed my face, I bounded down the stairs. When he saw me, he dropped the groceries he was caring and I went into his arms. We began kissing feverishly. After a few minutes, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he took me upstairs again.

"Damn," he said, much later.

"Mm," I agreed, resting my head on his shoulder.

"That's going to take a while to get old," he said.

"Hope it never does," I said lazily, lifting up my head to meet his lips.

"Tomorrow's the first day of school," he said.

"Yeah. Think everyone knows about us?" I asked.

"Not about the baby, but about the marriage," he said.

"Everyone knows when a royal wedding takes place in Tree Hill," I joked.

"Huh?"

"The Scotts. They're like Tree Hill royalty. Everyone bows down to the Scotts. They always have the most money and everything," I said.

"Mrs. Scott, You don't have to refer to Scotts in the third person anymore," he reminded me.

"I'll remember that. Mr. Scott. Hey, do you think I've gotten fatter?" I asked worriedly.

"No," he said quickly.

"You didn't even look!" I argued.

"Yeah, well, I look a lot of the rest of the time," he said.

"At least you don't leer."

"At least. You hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, for you," I responded. I allowed him to roll on top of me while we indulged ourselves again and again.

The next morning, Sawyer slept late because of the exhaustion from our late night. I woke up early and began to make breakfast.

As I waited for the stove to heat up, I wandered around my new home. There was no doubt that it was the biggest, most beautiful house in Tree Hill. Nathan and Haley had decorated it a sunny, cottagey feeling in light, airy colours. The floors were all painted wood.

Pictures covered many of the walls. Across one wall was a montage of pictures of Haley and Nathan in their early years. There was a picture of Sawyer on the day he was born, with a similar picture of me next to it. Further down was a picture of the two of us together, sleeping in one crib when we were each around two months old. We starred in most of the photographs-our arms clamped firmly around each other, playing games together, giving each other high fives. And the older us-Sawyer lifting me up for slam dunks, giving me running piggy back rides, even one of us awkwardly dancing together at Theresa's wedding.

My favourite pictures were that of my parents and my parents-in-law when they were younger. My mother as a blonde, her arms entwined with those of Haley and Brooke. Daddy and Mom before they got married. I came across a pencil sketch of the six of them (Mom, Daddy, Nathan, Haley, Lucas, Brooke and Mouth) sitting on a beach, staring at a dying fire. In another picture that starred Mom and Haley and Brooke, they were all three in cheerleading uniforms. I saw Nathan and Lucas in their basketball uniforms, first in high school and later in the major leagues.

I cursed as the burning smell began to waft its way toward me. I ran to the kitchen and cringed as I saw the black eggs on the frying pan.

Sawyer came up behind me, clad only in his boxers, his hair sticking up slightly.

"Hey, I thought I told you to stay out of the kitchen," he said, coming over to kiss me.

"We're going to need takeout for the rest of our lives," I complained, looking at the eggs dolefully.

"I'd rather eat takeout with you than anything else with anyone else. Come on, we'll go out," he suggested. I caught sight of his hard stomach muscles and put my hands on his neck to pull him in.

"No, let's stay in," I replied, winking.

Author's note: I know I promised to reveal a secret before this, but the big bang is coming next chapter. And now, on to…

Spoilers!

She is not who you think she is.

Brooke considers reconsidering.