Back at Peyton's house, upstairs, Whitey and Jake talked about what they wanted to do. "So, you uh, have anything planned about what you're going to do?" Whitey asked, taking a seat in a nearby chair in Larry's room. Whitey had been thinking all morning about what and how long the Jagielski's were going to keep Jenny and how long Jake was going to be in jail. "How long are ya in for?" The coach smiled at the toddler as Jake placed her on the bed where most of her toys were.
"I'm not sure, coach." Replied Jake. He sat down on the bed next to Jenny. "I don't want to leave this little one…or Peyton either. But hey, I'm doing what's best for Jenny, right?" Jake watched as his daughter played with her toys, then looked up at Whitey, and shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to do the time, and hope Nikki won't get a hold of her from my parents." Sighing, Jake looked at the time. "7:47…Oh, anything at all from them?"
Whitey nodded in thought. "Mmhmm, yeah. I understand what you're goin' through, son, but things have their ways of working out. Honestly, not that I dislike the little one or anything, but you should be more careful with who you pick to do certain things with." Whitey stopped for a second, trying to recall anything that Jake's parents might have wanted Jake to know. "From what I can remember," he continued, "I don't think they had much to say. But I can tell you one thing, they're proud of you and your decision. Now, before time passes a little too fast, there's some clothes downstairs that your parents sent up, ya might wanna shower and change." Getting up, Whitey smiled at the child and nodded. "I'll be downstairs waiting. Come on, little one, you're all ready, but now daddy need to get ready." Picking up Jenny, of course with Jake's permission beforehand, Whitey grabbed a toy and walked slowly down the stairs, making sure not to trip with the baby in his arms. He entered the kitchen, accompanying Peyton.
"Hey. Umm, would you like something at all now?" Peyton asked, seeing Whitey walk in. Guessing Jake was going to get ready as she noticed Jenny in the coach's arms, Peyton grabbed Jenny's bottle of milk out of the refrigerator, put in the microwave and started to warm it up for her. She walks over to the counter and starts up some coffee for Whitey. They were both silent for a while until Whitey said something at ten past eight.
He was stuck in a thought for a while as Jenny was drinking her bottle, the fragile baby in his arms and he took small sips from his coffee. "So how are you feeling, Ms. Sawyer?" Whitey finally managed to ask, he put his coffee on the counter and cleared his throat.
Peyton gulped, then smirked and walked over to Whitey, standing next to him. She stared at the wall across from them with a sour look on her face, she actually thought about the question. "How I'm feeling about Jake, Nikki, Jenny, my dad, or just the whole JNJ situation?"
Whitey let out a chuckle, but before he could talk, Peyton continued to speak.
"I mean, I love Jake, I really do, and I love Jenny, too, and I want what's best for them, but jail? I mean come on, Nikki left them, how...why…after all this time, would the judge take Nikki's side? I just don't get it. Maybe Jake should've went to court. With a witness. Or something reasonable!" She shook her head, and laughed a bit at hr next though. "Maybe if we pulled a Haley and Nathan, we coulda got Jake to keep Jenny?" Peyton was really joking, but she was curious about it. Would it work?
The coach smirked and shook his head, picking up his coffee and blowing on it. "Truthfully, you might have, but judges these days usually pick the mother in child custody cases." He took a sip, and watched Peyton.
"Whore." Peyton turned around and got a red apple out of the fridge. "They don't even know her, or her history. I mean, if you asked Lucas…She picked—" Suddenly, she stopped, realizing Whitey could tell Karen or Lucas, and didn't wanna risk getting her friend in trouble. Instead, she thought of something to make up.
"She picked what, Peyton?" Whitey asked, suddenly curious, getting into their conversation.
"Nikki picked up some guy in the middle of the street and Lucas was right there, waiting for a friend. At least that's what he told me. I hope they don't keep Jake for long. If Nikki gets her…"
"Don't worry, I have a feeling this little one will be safe with the Jagielski's. Can you hold her for me? Heh, getting' a bit old now, Peyton."
Peyton took the baby into her arms and flashed Whitey a half smile. "No problem, as long as you last 'til we're completely done with school and everything." She replied, jokingly.
"Oh, I hope so too." Whitey slightly laughed.
Before they knew it, it was a quarter to 9 and Jake was walking downstairs, baby stuff in his hand, which he placed at the foot of the stairs. He walked towards them and smiled as Peyton easily gave Jenny to him.
Peyton turned and went into the fridge. "There's orange juice...apple…umm…Pepsi if you're up for caffeine at nine in the morning?" She threw away the core of the apple she had just eaten and looked back in the fridge. "Fruits…eggs…anything?"
"Just a glass of orange juice will be good." Jake laughed as Peyton just started naming things in the fridge and shook his head. His had his baby holder on and placed Jenny carefully into it, taking the glass of orange juice Peyton poured him afterwards.
A yawn escaped from Peyton.
"Please tell me you slept, Peyt…"
She nodded and covered her mouth. "A couple of hours. Hey, I was thinking, maybe, as a treat, we could all go out for breakfast! A decent breakfast before going to jail would be nice, right? I'll treat. Just the thr—four of us." She said, almost forgetting Jenny. Peyton had been planning all night since the first time Jenny woke her up. They could go out for breakfast, then drive around Tree Hill, and then just hang out until it was time for Jake to go.
Gulping down his orange juice, Jake agreed. "Alright, where you got in mind?"
"I wouldn't mind makin' a visit to our old cheerleadin' cook, Ms. Roe." Whitey chimed in.
Peyton shrugged. "Well, we could go to Karen's. I mean, the place is nice, we know some people that...well, we know who works there and there's always a spot saved. So why not?"
"And Jenny…?" Jake asked, as if he didn't know what to do with the child.
Peyton rolled her eyes. "What happened, she can't eat?" Peyton joked. She looked at the child and made a teasing face. "Tell daddy that you can eat. He can feed you, can't he? Yeah, that's right. Tell him, yeah!" Peyton laughed as Jenny made a few noises. The child was now learning how to speak.
Jake was watching Peyton, a soft look on his face. God, was he gonna miss her. Realizing that Peyton was now looking at him, studying the look on his face, trying to figure out what was going on in his head, Jake put the empty glass on the counter. He looked at the baby stuff by the stairs and sighed. Looking down at Jenny she slightly smiled.
"I guess it's your last day in Tree Hill for a while too, huh, Jenny?"
The baby looked at her father with a confused look on her face. Making a small noise, she went back to playing with her father's shirt. Jake sighed some then looked up from the baby.
Whitey cleared his throat and filled up another cup of coffee for himself, looking at Peyton. "So, how's your dad? Still on a job?"
Peyton nodded. "Help yourself. Yeah, he found another one down in South Carolina. I'm so relieved he's kinda close to home."
"That way if you need anything he's there, in a way." Jake added as he started playing with Jenny a little. "So when are we headin' down to the café?" He asked, paying attention to clock on the wall every now and then. He wanted a good chance to keep Jenny, and being late would decrease the odds.
Whitey checked his watch and put the cup he was using in the sink. "I think it's best we head out now, before the café gets too busy."
"Not that it won't be a bit busy now." Peyton mused.
Grabbing her keys, Peyton raced to the steps, picked up the baby things, and gestured to the door. "I'm driving, let's go, out."
The two men laughed and left her house, getting into her car. Whitey took shotgun, but that didn't bother Peyton. She followed them out and locked the door.