She wasn't back yet, why wasn't she back yet? Penny thought to herself, thinking of her sister. She was curled up beside her dad on the living room couch, pretending to have fallen asleep. Callie had said that she wouldn't be gone long. What if something had happened?

"Pey, do you think Cal is asleep yet?" Lucas called to his wife. She was sitting in the kitchen, going through some of the old issues of THUD.

"I'm sure she has, why don't you take Penny up and check?"

"Okay," He replied, getting up slowly, waking Penny up a bit. Penny shook from her fake sleep and grabbed her dads hand, heading back to her room. She was tucked safely back into bed he made his way to his other daughter's room...

Downstairs there was a knock at the door, a faint knock but Peyton heard it. It was about 11:30 at night, she had no idea who could be there. She opened the door, and was surprised, almost shocked.

"Brooke?"

"Peyton! I'm so sorry, it's so late and-"

"Brooke, it's okay, come on in," Peyton had no idea what was wrong but she looked upset. They both took a seat at the kitchen table.

"What's wrong Brooke? I've never seen you like this..." Peyton started, wanting to know what was wrong with her best friend. True, they had drifted apart over the years but they were still the better of friends.

"It's just Tim, he's come home drunk twice this week, he's changed and when I came home tonight he was having dinner with another girl, and I have no idea who she is," Brooke stated, close to tears.

"Don't worry Brooke, I'm sure he has some sort of explanation for it,"

The next five minutes happened like a whirlwind. Lucas peered into his eldest daughter's room to see an empty bed. There was no sign of her in the room, nothing. He yelled to his wife who had problems of her own happening. A phone call. From the hospital, her daughter had been hit by a reckless driver. She dropped the phone from her hand, her baby, her first born, her Callie.

"LUCAS! It's Callie!!!"

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"She's in a coma at the moment, we are not sure when she'll wake from it, she took a hard hit on the head, and I'm sorry you can't see her yet, but soon," the doctor explained to Lucas and Peyton when they got to the hospital.

"Do you know who it was who hit her?" Lucas asked worried.

"Yes, actually, he called the ambulance himself, he's sitting over there," the doctor finished with, pointing to a man across the room. Lucas was ready to kill the person who hit his daughter, so he made his was over there, Peyton following. The man had on a sweatshirt with his hood pulled over his head and his head in his hands. The man looked up when he heard people standing ahead of him. He looked up. Peyton gasped, Lucas dropped his jaw...it was Tim.

"Tim??"

"She's yours isn't she? I am so sorry, I was looking for my cell phone and I didn't see the stop sign and..." He trailed off. Neither Peyton or Lucas had ever seen Tim like this. He was trembling.

"Uh Tim, the doctor said she should be fine, it was a mistake," Peyton started, Lucas not saying a thing. He couldn't say anything. His daughter is in a coma, and one of his good friends had almost killed her. His first daughter, Callie, she could have been dead. he took a seat as Peyton talked to Tim, thinking of how his other two kids were at home safely tucked into bed. And Brooke was there too. He had no idea why, but she was there, all sleeping peacefully.

"How come you were in Tree Hill anyway?" Peyton asked Tim, rubbing his back a bit.

"Brooke rushed in when I was having dinner with my uh, well, she's helping me cope with my drinking problem by coming into the enviroment, I thought I could talk with her over dinner since the kids were away, and I guess Brooke might have got the wrong idea. The person there was helping me, I didn't want to tell Brooke yet, and now I have no idea where she is,"

"She's at our house, she'll be here after she sleeps a bit with Penny and Cameron," Peyton finished with, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

She will be fine, she will be fine, she will wake up and she will be fine, Lucas thought over and over to himself. Callie, his daughter, his first daughter was unconscious in a coma. He wanted to be strong, but he knew if he cried Peyton would break down too.

"Lucas, she will be fine," Peyton said, sighing a bit. It was her daughter, her first born.

"I know she will be, it's just," Suddenly Peyton grabbed his hand, seeing the doctor walking towards them.

"Mr and Mrs Scott? I'm Doctor Bane, I've been looking after your daughter," he started, taking his time. Both of them were anxious to know how their daughter was.

"How is she? Wil she be okay?" Peyton asked, jumping to the point of this conversation.

"Your daughter will be..."

"After looking over your sonograms, we can tell the sex of your baby, do you want to know," Peyton looked from the doctor to Lucas, who was sitting there anxiously.

"I know I do, but it's all up to you hunny," Lucas said, holding his wife's hand.

"I want to know too," She knew that once she heard this, she could never turn back. It was going to finally sink in.

"It's a girl,"

All Lucas could do is smile, he was going to be a father, a dad, a daddy. A single tear fell down Peyton's cheek, she was happy. She was going to be a mom, and she was going to have a beautiful baby girl.

"I know she will be beautiful Peyton, after all you are the mom,"

"I don't care what blood tests show Luke, I know she will be beautiful, because you are the dad, after whatever happens, you're her father," He gave her a kiss on the head, they were going to be a family. Even at the age of 17, a family.

look! an update! lol, sorry for the wait, R&R!