Author's Note: Hey guys! SURPRISE! An EARLY update! Wait, stop and marvel at the concept! LOL This chapter is kind of short, but I really wanted to get this chapter out to you all because I know I left you guys hanging there at the end of the last chapter. Anyways, here's Chapter 11! I hope you like it! As always, please read and review!

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Rating: PG to PG-13

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The Sweetest Sin

Chapter 11

Previously on One Tree Hill…

Lucas slipped something into her palm and closed her fingers over it before she could open her hand and see what it was. Haley's eyes flew open at the feel of the cold, metallic object in her hand. She looked at him with wide eyes. "What is it," she asked a little breathlessly, her heartbeat speeding up with the excitement starting to bubble within her. He smiled at her and gestured to her hand, "Open it."

Haley slowly opened her hand, uncurling her fingers to reveal… a silver key. She looked up at him with confusion written in her eyes, "A key? What's this for?" He took her other hand and entwined their fingers as he stared deeply into her brown doe eyes. "I want you to move in with me," he said softly. "Luke, I already have a key to your house," Haley replied, beginning to hand him back the one he had given her, "I don't need another one." Lucas gently gripped his hand over hers, with the key still in her hand, "No, you don't understand…I want you to move in with me, into our own place. This is the key to our new…" He was abruptly cut off by Haley quickly sitting up, staring at him wide-eyed, "You got us an apartment! Why? We have this whole house to ourselves and you practically live here anyway! What about Krissy? She's lived here her whole life! We can't just uproot her like this and move her to somewhere new! She's only three years old for god sakes!"

He tried to rub her arm but she pulled away, "Hales, relax. It's okay. I've already talked to my mom and Kris about this. They're okay with it and Kris is even a little excited about it. I wanted to surprise you…" She glared at him angrily, "Well, congratulations! You get two thumbs up on a job well done!" Then Haley's eyes widened even more at this new information as it sunk in and her voice rose higher than before, "You talked to your mom and Krissy about this BEFORE me! I'm your girlfriend, Lucas! We're supposed to make decisions together! How could you make such a big decision without talking to me about this? Especially when it concerns me?" She placed a hand to her belly as she said this and then stood from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How could you," she said as she ran out of the bedroom. He quickly climbed out of bed and followed her and by the time he found her in the living room, she had slipped on a pair of shoes. "Hales," he began as he reached out to touch her. "Stay away from me," she whispered shakily before she ran out of the house.

As Haley ran from her house, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Peyton's cell. It rang a few times before the blonde picked up, answering groggily, "Hello?" "Peyton?" Haley cried. Peyton flew up into a sitting position a little too fast, beginning to feel dizzy from the head rush. "Haley? What's wrong? Where's Luke? Are you okay," she rambled concernedly at hearing her friend's broken, teary voice. "I-I'm fine. I just- I had a fight with Luke and… if he calls you, just tell him that I'm with you okay? I don't want to see him tonight…I just don't want him to worry about me, okay? I'm fine and I'm safe. Please tell him I'm with you," she begged. Peyton sighed, hating at having to lie to her friend, "Alright, I'll tell him. But will you tell me where you are?" "No, I don't want to see him; I don't want to see anyone right now… I just want to be alone by myself for a while…" Haley managed to get out. "Alright, be careful okay," Peyton replied worriedly, wondering what had happened between Haley and Lucas. "I will. Bye Peyt," Haley responded then hung up and shut her phone off so Lucas wouldn't be able to get a hold of her.

It had been half an hour since Haley had run out of the house and he still frantically paced the living room. He knew she would probably go to Peyton's house and he was waiting for her to call him. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he reached for the phone, dialing her number. When she answered, he stumbled over his words in a rush to get them out, worried about Haley, "Peyton? Is she there? How is she? Can I talk to her?" "Lucas, calm down. She's here and she's okay, but she doesn't want to talk to you right now." "Please let me come over and see her, I need to talk to her," Lucas begged. "No Luke, she needs some time… please, just give her some time," Peyton pleaded with him, not wanting him to come over and not find Haley there, then asked, "what did you two have a fight about anyway?" "I-I asked her to move in with me," he responded morosely, remembering Haley's reaction to the news. "You what," Peyton yelled incredulously. "Yeah, Haley had pretty much the same reaction, but it was so much worse Peyton… She got really pissed at me because I had talked to Kris and my mom about moving into an apartment of our own before talking to her about it first. She looked so hurt, Peyt…I never meant to upset her… Please tell her that I'm sorry and I love her; and to please come home," Lucas said as tears of his own fell down his cheeks. "I will," Peyton nodded. They said their goodbyes then hung up. Peyton tried calling Haley, but all she got was her voicemail.

Haley didn't know where to go; she was too upset to even half notice where she was going. She raced around town through blurred vision from the tears constantly falling from her eyes. Soon, she found herself on the roof of Karen's café, huddled on top of the table with her knees pulled close to her chest, her head buried in her hands. Sob after sob escaped from her mouth as she thought of what Lucas had done. How could he have done this?

The next morning dawned and Lucas sat in one of the armchairs in the living room, his eyes red and puffy, still waiting. Haley had not come home last night and he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. He slowly rose from the chair, his back and legs stiff from sitting in such an awkward position for so long and grabbed the phone from its cradle. He dialed Peyton's house and it was after the fifth or sixth ring, when Lucas was near ready to give up on her answering, Peyton's voice came over the phone, "Hello?" "Peyton, it's Lucas. I want to see her; no, I need to see her. Please Peyton, just let me talk to her…" he begged. Peyton's eyes grew wide as she gasped in shock, "What? You mean she didn't come home last night?" "No," he responded, panic beginning to rise within him, "Peyton, where is she?" "I-I don't know…she-she called me last night and told me to tell you that she was here at my house. Then she called me later and told me that she was going home… I'm so sorry Luke. I should have told you…" "You mean she didn't go to your house last night," Luke screamed incredulously into the phone, causing Peyton flinch on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry…" Peyton cried. "You get your ass out there and look for her dammit!" Lucas yelled before hanging up and forcefully throwing it onto the couch.

He breathed heavily as his mind raced with thoughts and anger built inside him at Peyton for lying to him. He then quickly called his mother and told her about the situation so she could watch Krissy a little longer because they had planned on picking her up early that morning. Lucas grabbed his jacket and bolted out of the house, all the places she could possibly be running through his mind. He checked her special places that she went to when she wanted to think like the park, the library, and a few more but no Haley. He went to the rivercourt, the docks, their bench by the riverfront, their special tree, but still Haley was not to be found there. He was becoming even more worried with each second that passed that he couldn't find her. A reminder sparked within him: the café, the roof. She loved to go up there to think. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before; it was one of her favorite places.

Lucas ran as fast as he could to the café and threw open the door that had stairs up to the roof; it was the back way. He raced up the three flights of stairs without even getting winded, the adrenaline pumping through his body so fast. He slowed when he reached the door to the roof and put his hand on the doorknob, hoping beyond hope that she was there. He didn't know where else to look; this was his last resort.

He turned the knob and slowly opened the door, walking onto the roof of the café. Lucas sighed in relief when he saw Haley sitting on top of the table, her legs curled to her chest and her arms wrapped around her shins, staring out at the blue expanse of the sky. He quietly walked up behind her. "I thought I might find you here," he said in nearly a whisper, his voice too choked up with emotion to manage anything else. She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to him; Lucas noticed the streaks of tears that had formed on her cheeks from her mascara. He walked over to stand a few inches in front of her. "You had me so scared… I called Peyton this morning and she said you never came to her house and I called my mom…and I looked for you all over…" tears came to his eyes as he hugged her then quickly pulled away, his eyes wide, "Hales, you're freezing! Have you been sitting out here all night in only your pajamas? How could you be so stupid! You could get sick! The baby might get sick!"

By now, Haley was crying again. "I'm sorry…" she whimpered, "I didn't think about…" Her eyes became wide as well and she gasped as she placed both hands on her stomach. She began to cry more forcefully as Lucas wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry…" she whispered. He began to stroke her hair and rubbed her back. "Sh, it's okay…Let's just get you inside and warmed up, okay?" he spoke to her gently as he placed one arm under her knees and supports her back as he picked her up and carried her down into the café. He carefully laid her on the couch and covered her with a blanket. Lucas softly kissed her cheek then tucked the blanket tighter around her and stood rubbing her shoulder. "I'll be back in a few minutes sweetie. I'm gonna go make you some hot chocolate to warm you up okay?" She nodded meekly as she wrapped her arms around her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks.

While he waited for the pot of water to warm up, he called his mom and Peyton to tell them that he'd found Haley and she was alright. He got out a large mug and poured the hot water into it then added the chocolate powder mix and marshmallows. Lucas brought it out to her then sat down beside her, rubbing her shoulders to warm her body. "I'm sorry," she said, staring down into her cup. "It's not your fault. I should have sprung it on you like that. I wanted to talk to you about it, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I honestly thought you'd be okay with it. I mean, you and Kris living in that big house by yourselves…it just doesn't seem practical. Plus, I wanted to have a place that's just ours. We're having a baby together, Hales, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Usually you get married first then the place, but this time it's the other way around. I want our child to come home every day to our house, not yours or mine, ours. I just-"

Haley softly pressed her hand to his cheek to stop him then gently kissed his lips. She pulled away and bent her head, fiddling with her fingers in her lap, "I overreacted…" She continued on, "I-I was just upset because you just dropped this bombshell on me without warning and… this was a major life decision and you didn't include me in it…" "I know. I'm sorry too," he replied as he hugged her. "Promise me, no major life-changing decisions without talking to each other about it first, okay?" she asked. "I promise," he responded as he kissed her forehead. "Show me," she said a few moments later. "What," he inquired. "Show me our place," she replied with a soft smile, excitement in her eyes.

"We're almost there," Lucas said as he guided her with one hand covering her eyes and his other on her shoulder, "There are three steps here. Lift your foot." She did as told then the next few steps and he led her to the door. He opened it and brought her just inside it. "Keep them closed," he instructed. She nodded and he pulled his hand away, smiling as he looked around. "Open your eyes," he said softly into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She finally did and she gasped in shock at the sight. "Lucas! This is a house!" She exclaimed incredulously. "I know. I wanted to get an apartment, but Mom insisted that we get a house, especially since we'll have two little rugrats running around. Her exact words were, 'Consider it as an investment for my children and many, many grandchildren.'" Haley laughed as she stared up at him with wide eyes, "How many kids does she think we're going to have?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe ten or so," he grinned. "Uh uh, no way buster! Not unless you want to go through the pregnancy and give birth to half of them," Haley shook her index finger from side to side near his face.

He took her hand into his and said, "Come on, let me show you around. The place needed a little work, like sanding in some places, but we got it all done; Keith and Jake helped out when they weren't working and I did the rest." "So that's where you went off to all those times. How long have you been working on it," she asked. "Couple weeks," he responded. "How many bedrooms," she inquired as she looked around the spacious living room. She could just imagine Krissy on the floor playing with her toys and the baby beginning to crawl across the carpet then standing themselves up by holding onto the polished coffee table situated a few feet in front of the plush couch. "Four. One for us, one for Kris, the baby's room, and the last one we can turn into a study room, a guest bedroom, or eventually another bedroom when we have more kids," he said as he walked up behind her and placed his hand on her stomach, stroking it tenderly.

She turned to him still within his embrace and cupped his face in her hands, kissing him softly yet firmly and passionately on the lips. "I love you," she whispered, "thank you for all this…" "You're welcome. And I love you too," he smiled, "but this isn't the best part. Follow me." He grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway to one of the rooms. He slowly opened the door and Haley gasped in shock. The room was painted as if there was no wall separating the room from the outside world. A blue sky with a few white clouds covered the top half of the wall and bright new Spring grass lay along the border of the baseboards. There was also a crib, a rocking chair, changing table, and a few other necessary pieces of furniture they would need for the baby. "It-It's beautiful…" she murmured in a soft emotional voice, tears springing to her eyes as she slowly walked forward and ran her hands over the smooth cherry wood finish of the sleigh crib.

"I know it's all a little mismatched, but the furniture all came from different people, all of our friends. It's sort of an early baby gift…The crib was mine, Keith made us the changing table and dresser, Jake bought us a car seat and gave us some of Jenny's old toys that she doesn't play with anymore…" "What about the rocking chair? Where did that come from? Your mom?" Lucas shook his head, "Peyton. It was her mom's…" Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O'. Lucas added, "The walls aren't finished yet; Peyton works on it when she gets the time, but I need to get you out of here; paint fumes." He guided her out of the baby's room and showed her the rest of the house. There was a large back yard and front yard, and like a true fairytale, there was a little white picket fence outlining the grounds of the front of the house.

By now, Haley was very excited. "When can we move in," she asked eagerly, her eyes bright with happiness. "Probably next weekend or this week after school and practice if we have time, but you have to stay out of the baby's room from now on. Peyton's going to keep painting in there and I don't want you to inhale the fumes," he instructed then added, "You know, once we move in, Krissy will ask why there's a crib and stuff in the baby's room. We need to tell her soon." "I know. I just wish that we could showher that there's a baby because she won't really understand and if she felt the baby kick then she might understand… but we'll tell her once we get settled into the house okay," she inquired then smiled as she looked down and rubbed her stomach, "Can you believe that in almost two more weeks, we'll be able to feel the baby move?" "I can't wait. It's going to be amazing…" he uttered softly as he placed his hand beside hers.