Hello all! Thanks for the reviews. Just so you all know this isn't your typical Lucas/daughter fic (at least it shouldn't be). It will have some various twists. Just stick it out and see. I won't drag it out unnecessarily either. Anywhoo...here you are Chapter Three...

A gigantic storm rolled in and hovered over Tree Hill. Thick heavy grey clouds covered the sky like a heavy blanket suffocating all below, well more like Lucas Scott. Ever since he lost his wife the week before he felt lost in a heavy fog. Life had no more meaning without her. In and out of the hospital, he spent his time sleeping. If he was not sleeping, he stared out to oblivion. There was one thing he refused to look at.

His daughter.

Lucas could barely muster the strength to hear her cries let alone look at her. When his mother first saw her, Karen claimed the little baby looked like her mother. Karen thought Lucas was sleeping when she said this to Haley, but Lucas merely pretended. It got old fast looking at everyone's pitiful eyes, their pathetic explainations why things happen, or their blatant disregard for a man's privacy. Lucas heard what his mother said about his child. He vowed not to look at her until he was ready.

It had been a week and he still wasn't ready. Luckily for the baby and him, Nathan and Haley let them move into their house until they could face life alone. Haley had been a summer vacation had time to look after the baby. Lucas was strictly told not to worry about a thing. He slept in their guest room and hardly venture out of it. Today was the first day he would get outside since the horrible day.

Lucas sat in a chair buttoning up his grey shirt. His fingers moved slowly. Once done, he reached over the dresser in front of him and grabbed the tie sitting there. He wrapped it around his neck and made contact with the mirror in front of him. He froze. The man staring back at him looked like grief and its horror had beat him up. His dark blue eyes had descended a depressing grey like his shirt. As he tied his tie, he froze yet again.

Kate urged Lucas to wear that tie the night of the accident. He turned it down for some dumb reason. She pushed him to wear it. He got agiated. She backed off. Lucas inwardly kicked himself for being a jerk to his wife just six hours before she was taken away from his world. A stray tear fell down his cheek.

Just as Lucas took his back hand to wipe it away, Haley came into the room. Her rich dark brown hair was tight with curls. She had a tight long black dress. She came up behind her best friend looked at the mirror he was looking at.

"You about ready?"

Lucas slowly nodded. He looked down and stared at his wedding ring. He blinked incessantly as he fought the tears. He looked up to see his best friend with her own tears in her eyes watching him breaking down. Lucas pasted a fake unsure smile on his face but when her face did not change, he shakily spoke.

"I'm twenty three. How am I supposed to be ready for this?"

It was true. It's what made him ache the most all day. Twenty three year old married couples were supposed to have their lives ahead of them. Lucas had big plans for Kate, him, and their future family. How was he supposed to forsake all that by going to a funeral for the one who was supposed to be by his side every step of the way?

Lucas's eyes betrayed him and gave up the heavy weight of water in his eyes. The tears came pouring down with or without his permission. Haley bent down and wrapped her arms around Lucas still standing up. They sobbed for what seemed like hours. Lucas rested his forehead in the nape of her neck and let the tears roll.

Not even an hour later they stood at a grave site.