As Lucas came in, Taylor and Peyton came from the kitchen, holding a tray with the turkey on it at the same time. They're clearly struggling with the weight of the thing and Peyton shot a look at Nathan who was right next to them.

"Care to help the pregnant woman?"

"Oh, sorry" he rushed to pick up the tray from their hands and took to the dinning table.

Handing a big knife to him, Peyton grinned, "Wanna do the honors?"

"Do I?" he put one hand over his heart and faked being touched, "I'd love to."

She showed him her tongue and handed him the knife. Brooke was standing by the door and waved her hand to Peyton.

"Can I talk to you?" she said motioning the living room with her head, "Right here...?"

"Sure" she walked to Brooke, put one arm around her and leaded her to the living room.

Coming from the bedroom, Haley saw them heading to the couch.

"Peyton, I put Samantha on your bed for a nap... I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. But if you'd told me I'd show you Amy's nursery cause it's all done already. You could've put Sam there."

"Oh" she took a second to think about it, "But she'll be ok on your bed."

"You did arrange the pillows around her so she..."

"Won't fall down" Haley completed, "Yeah. I've been doing this for a while, Peyton. And she's two already, not the baby I wanted her to still be."

Peyton chuckled, "Right."

Turning to Nathan, Haley sighed glancing at the turkey, "That's a huge bird."

"Yep" he replied while trying to figure out how so start slicing the turkey.

Taylor walked next to Lucas and hugged him, "Hi."

He gave her a soft smile, "Hi."

"Where were you? I came to pick a cloth to Peyton and you weren't here."

He shrugged, "Just out for some air" as she rested her head on his chest he glanced over her to Haley across the table and gave her a look. One that he knew she would understand. She saw it and did understand. Quickly she walked towards them and grabbed Taylor by the arm, pulling her along.

"Wanna help me to bring the other stuff from the kitchen?"

Being pulled around, Taylor pouted, "Why is everybody going to the kitchen and dragging me along all the time?"

Nathan waited 'til they were gone to turn to Lucas and frown, "What are you doing with her, man?"

Not knowing exactly what Nathan meant, if that was a good thing or a bad one, he just shrugged, putting his hands on his pockets, "It's nothing serious."

"You do know she's bad news written all over her face, right?"

Lucas laughed and nodded, "Yeah, I know that. But it's not like that, I mean... I don't expect anything from her so she can't really hurt me. And I can't hurt her either."

"Yeah, you might say that" he said while finally cutting the turkey, "But that lovey dovey scene I just saw here, says otherwise" he stopped and pointed to the kitchen with the knife, "At least from her."

"I know" Lucas sighed taking a sit across the table, in front of Nathan, "I don't know what to do."

"Break up with her."

"I can't" he shook his head, "She's helping me with some stuff. It's gonna look like I didn't care."

"Ok, so gently break up with her" Nathan shrugged.

"It's complicated" Lucas scratched his head.

"Alright" Nathan stopped and held the knife on Lucas' direction, "Tell me she's pregnant and this knife's gonna end up through your neck."

Lucas shook his head laughing, "That's not it. Trust me."

"Then what? What can possibly be that much that you can't break up with her and get back together with Brooke already?" he got a look from Lucas, "What? You guys drool over each other even now, a decade later."

"She's... kinda living with Keith" he sighed, "And me."

Nathan froze for a second, "What?"

"She had no place to live! So I offered my house so she could crash 'til she found a better place to stay but... she never left."

"Dude" Nathan shook his head, back to slice the turkey, "You're so screwed."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Lucas looked away and sighed.

Meanwhile, Peyton and Brooke were sitting on the living room's couch. Brooke put one hand over Peyton's belly and gave a half smile.

"How good is it?"

"What?"

"To know there's a whole new life growing inside of you."

"It's pretty awesome" Peyton said smiling happily. She put one hand next to Brooke's on her belly and glanced at her friend, "But something tells me that's not what you wanted to talk to me about."

"I talked to Lucas" she started softly, "And it didn't go very well."

"Why not?"

"Cause I gave him a hypocritical speech about how he shouldn't be with someone he doesn't care about" she stopped to take a breath, "And that's when my cell phone rang with my boyfriend calling me."

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, but we just started dating, you know? It's nothing serious and... I don't know. I guess somehow I get what he's doing" she looked at Peyton a little teary, "It's not easy to be alone."

Peyton put one hand on Brooke's head and stroke her hair, "Honey... you should tell him that."

"I tried, but..." she took a deep breath not to cry, "I couldn't."

"You couldn't?" Peyton repeated and then smirked, "Well, is it possible that B. Davis is speechless for the first time ever?"

Brooke shook her head making a funny face, "I missed that. It's been such a long time since the last time you called me that."

"Yeah, but don't change the subject here, ok? You've gotta tell Lucas what you feel. Otherwise you'll spend another decade repressing your feelings. Is that what you want?"

"No..."

"And you know what? I've learned a thing or two about hiding your feelings. It doesn't do a very good thing to your heart. You gotta be honest."

"What if I'm not?"

"Then prepare that heart of yours, friend" Peyton put one hand over Brooke's heart, "Cause it's gonna be seriously damaged."

Brooke looked down and nodded quietly while Peyton stood up next to her and reached out for her hand and pulled her up.

"Let's go have dinner."

Standing up, Brooke walked by the fireplace and saw a portrait of a young girl smiling and striking a pose. She smiled at the familiar face the girl had.

"Hey, Peyton? Who's this?" she asked picking up the portrait on her hand, "Do I know her or something? Cause I feel like I do."

"Well, then you've got a hell of a memory!" she giggled next to her, "This is Jenny. Remember her? Jake's Jenny?"

Brooke opened her mouth as she acknowledged the fact, "Oh my God! You're right! Wait, how do I remember, she was just a little baby!"

"I don't know" Peyton shrugged.

"She's so big" she kept staring at the picture and suddenly snapped at Peyton, "You've been in touch with Jake?"

"Uh..." she took the portrait off Brooke's hand and put it back on its place, "Not really."

"Then how come you have a picture of Jenny all grown up? He accidentally mailed it to you?"

"Can we not talk about this?" Peyton asked turning around to leave.

Brooke rushed in front of her and lifted one hand in the air to make her stop, "No, no! You just told me to be true to my feelings and myself and all that crap, so spill it!"

"There's nothing to spill."

"Wait!" Brooke gasped, "Is Jake the father?"

"Who's father?" Peyton asked dumbly.

"Of your baby!"

"What?" she put both hands over her belly like somehow she was trying to protect her baby of something, "No!" she tried to walk around Brooke but she didn't let her.

"He is! Isn't he?" Brooke stared at Peyton and then smirked, "I knew it..."

"Brooke..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"He's not!"

"Oh, no? Then how come you look as guilty as you do?"

Peyton stopped and sighed, closing her eyes, "I really don't wanna talk about it. Okay?"

Seeing how her friend was really not willing to share, Brooke nodded against her will, "Alright."

"Thanks."

They both walked back at the dinning room where Nathan had already finished slicing the turkey and was sitting and chatting with Lucas.