Author's Note: Possible spoilers...although what do I really know!? Shout out to Shu for reading this story before I published it, and beta-ing. Also congrats on becoming a mommy again Shu!!! :) Thanks to all those that reviewed the previous parts and those that added me to their alert list. Please please please review...I don't really mean to beg, but I'd love reviews that maybe say something specific you liked or didn't like for that matter. When the idea for the fanfic occured, I orginally thought...oh dear that is just too much going on too many characters will be involved, and well it kind of was...but I was trying to stay true to what a Thanksgiving episode of the show might actually be like, but I wanted to focus slightly more on LP. I hope you enjoy reading!

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Turkey Trouble - Thanksgiving

Turkey Trouble - Thanksgiving in Tree Hill

Part 3

Haley smoothed out the wrinkles by hand on the A-line skirt of her russet colored wrap dress. No time to iron. Thank God jersey knit doesn't hold wrinkles! Everything was ready for the most part. She felt much more at ease, after her quick shower. She had left her mother in charge of the kitchen, Jamie playing a video game with Grandpa, and Nathan and Deb setting the table. She looked at the time on the alarm clock by the bed. 2:45. Dinner was going to be at 4, but she knew the guest would be arriving very soon. She took one last glance in the mirror, a deep breath, and out she went to face the rest of the holiday.

She rounded the corner heading towards the family room and kitchen when she saw Jamie entertaining Dan with his latest jokes. The boy was lit up, "Why is Thanksgiving such an intelligent holiday?"

"I don't know, why?" Dan said amused at his grandson.

"Because it's in KNOW-ember!" Jamie said smiling.

Haley rolled her eyes in amusement. Her son was something else. "Thanks for coming Dan." Haley greeted.

"Thanks for having me." Dan nodded. "Oh, um I brought some wine." He handed her the bottle that had been in his hands.

She accepted, playing the nice gracious hostess. "Thanks." And then made her way into the kitchen.

***

"Peyton," Lucas knocked on the door to their bedroom. "Are you about ready?"

"No." she said so quietly he could barely hear her.

He opened the door and entered their room. She was standing in front of the closet, in her robe. "I have nothing to wear." She stated simply, and then she turned towards him. She had been crying. Hormones, he thought. This was certainly unlike his Peyton. The girl had unique fashion sense, but she had never been one to fret over clothes. Brooke, on the other hand well she was a fashion designer, so it was kind of her job to fret over clothes. At least that is what she would argue in her defense if needed.

"Peyton," he placed his hands on either side of her head, "you are beautiful in whatever you wear."

She looked into his eyes, "I want our baby to have your eyes." She said suddenly, and placed a sweet peck of a kiss on his soft lips.

Obviously Peyton did have things to wear. She wasn't showing at all really. She had been completely over-reacting. They both knew that, but neither mentioned it as he helped her pick something out. She settled on a flattering empire waist crimson sweater dress that featured a cowl neck and short sleeves. The fabric was form fitting in all the right spots, and flowy over the areas that she may have been worried about, despite the fact it didn't really need to be. She left her hair down and wavy as it had been recently. It was getting so long. She secretly wanted to get it cut. Maybe I'll go get the Mommy cut, she thought with a smile as they finally left, on their way to the other Scott home.

***

Ding Dong rang the Scott doorbell. "Can I get it Mama?" Jamie asked as he hopped off the couch, where he had been stationed between both grandfathers playing some video game.

"Sure, you do that." She said spooning mashed potatoes over into a serving bowl.

"Welcome to Thanksgiving!" The little guy greeted opening the front door.

"What's up Little Man?" Skills said slapping the little boy a high five.

"Not much, just hanging with Grandpa Jimmy and Grandpa Dan. Mama is busy in the kitchen, and Daddy is getting ready." Skills and Mouth entered and Jamie added, "Oh hi, Mouth!" then to Skills, "Grandma Deb is probably in the kitchen too."

Deb appeared in the hall and gave Skills a hug. "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Same to you, hon." Skills replied.

"Hi Mouth," She said gently, knowing that he was down about his recent breakup. "Would you like something to drink? I think Dan brought some wine."

The wounded guy just shrugged, "Sure. Bring on the poison." They all headed into the family room.

Less than two minutes later the doorbell rang again. "Mama, I'll get it. Just call me the doorman!" he called as he zipped over to the door once again.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" He said as he opened the door.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too Jamie!" Brooke said smiling. She loved that little guy. He was the cutest kid. "Sam and I made sweet potatoes."

"Hi Sam!' Jamie enthusiastically greeted his new friend.

Brooke and Sam entered the Scott house. Brooke headed straight to the kitchen to hand off the casserole dish she was carrying. Millie entered behind Sam.

"Oh hi Millie!" Jamie said closing the door behind her. "Happy Thanksgiving! I didn't know you were coming. I thought you'd have came in when Mouth did…but he's already here."

The brunette's eyes immediately went wide as realization hit and in the same moment Mouth strolled around the dinner table looking at the name cards and then he looked up his eyes locking on hers.

***

"Sam do you want to play Wii?" Jamie asked sensing tension among the adults.

"Sure, why not!" the teen mumbled and they headed off into the other room.

Millie wanted to run. Fight or flight? Her instinct was definitely flight in this situation. She was done dealing with Marvin. It was over. She broke the eye contact and was about to turn around and just leave, but the door opened. She nearly ran into Lucas.

"Whoa! Busy place today, huh? You aren't leaving already are you?" Luke asked.

"Uh…" She started not sure what to say.

Brooke suddenly appeared on the scene grabbing Millie's hand and whisking her off down the short hall in another room.

Peyton was behind Lucas with her dad, Larry Sawyer in tow. She turned and whispered to her him, "I could try to fill you in but I'm not even sure I know what that was about." He just smiled.

"What was that about Mouth?" Lucas asked after walking over towards his old friend.

"We kind of broke up a week or so ago." Mouth tried to explain. He honestly didn't know what else he could have done to prevent it from happening. Millie didn't want to believe him when it came to Gigi. He was happy her internship was over, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her company.

"Man, you can talk to me about this stuff you know." Luke reminded him. Mouth nodded. Lucas headed off to deliver some lovely flowers to Haley, as a - thanks for letting us crash your Thanksgiving - present.

Haley was talking to Nathan in the area between the kitchen and family room, "We need another chair. Brooke brought Millie." Her husband nodded, and off he went. "Well, hello Luke!" She greeted all smiles, "Are those for me?"

He nodded.

"We would have brought food, but I doubt anyone would eat it." Peyton poked fun at her own lack of cooking skill as she approached the hostess and her fiancé. "Thanks for letting my Dad come. Haley, this is Larry Sawyer, my dad."

They shook hands, "I vaguely remember. We're glad to have you." Haley greeted.

"Well I'm thankful to you for allowing me to impose on your dinner." Larry admitted. "Quite the crowd." He said looking around the room at all the people.

Haley laughed, "The more the merrier! Right!? Will you excuse me I need to try to carve these turkeys?" She stepped away into the kitchen. Crap! I'd hoped Nathan could do the carving. She thought, but she'd sent him off in search of a chair. There were plenty of others that would probably be capable of carving the turkeys but they were guests!

"Do you need help with anything?" Peyton asked sitting on a bar stool.

"Ha!" A laugh escaped Haley's mouth accidently, "Oh, Peyt, you were serious weren't you." She opened the aluminum foil one turkey had been wrapped in, allowing heat and aroma to escape from the roasted bird. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed." She said to Peyton but when she lifted her head up from working, Peyton was no longer sitting on the bar stool. Haley glanced around wondering briefly where she had run off to, but then had to get back to business.

***

Brooke had just finished giving Millie a pep talk. She had convinced her not to leave, instead to just grin and bear the rest of the day in Mouth's presence. They could sort whatever out somewhere else, but not today, and not here. It is a Holiday for Christ sake! Millie had cried a bit during the conversation, so she freshened up in the bathroom. Brooke was waiting outside to make sure Millie didn't try to bolt again, when Peyton looking on a mission and slightly pale began approaching. Brooke smiled at her friend, but when Peyton saw her standing by the bathroom door she turned and headed up the stairs. Ok, that was strange. Brooke thought. Seconds later Millie opened the door. "You ready?" Her assistant turn friend nodded. Brooke gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as they headed back to the action. As they passed the stairs Brooke glanced up; she couldn't help but wonder what was up with Peyton.

***

Haley fumbled around with the electric carving knife. She had been perfectly capable of doing everything else this day had required of her, but this gadget was stumping her. Suddenly her father was at her side, "Haleybob, do you need some help?" He asked.

She gave in, and handed the gizmo to her father. "Thanks Dad." She gave him a peck on the cheek and walked off to write Millie's name on a place card, see where her husband had ran off too, and hopefully mingle with the guests a little.

***

Lucas had made all the necessary introductions between, his soon to be father in law, and Haley's parents, Deb and Skills, Mouth, Sam, Jamie, Millie, and of course the one person he wished wasn't there Dan.

The two fathers shook hands. How very cordial of them. Lucas thought. He was certain that Peyton's father knew all about the horrible evil deeds of Dan Scott, who didn't right? But here this man acted like it was the first time they'd met, a fresh start. He wished he could be that way sometimes.

"So I hear my son is going to marry your daughter?" Dan started at an attempt to make conversation.

Larry took the bait. "I couldn't be happier for them. Lucas is so caring with Peyton. They are going to build a wonderful life together."

Lucas smiled and blushed slightly, and thoughts drifted to the life they had created, their baby. Where is Peyton? He wondered, and glanced around to see if he could find her. She just stepped off the last stair when their eyes met. She smiled a weak smile. Oh my, morning sickness. He could read her well. He took a few steps meeting her with a kiss on her cheek. "Morning Sickness?" he whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "I seriously don't know why they call it that." She whispered, "It certainly isn't just a morning thing." She then saw her father talking with Dan. "Oh god Luke you left him alone with Dan!" She crossed the room to her father's side immediately. "Dan."

She said in a tone not so friendly.

"Peyton." Dan replied. "I was just talking to your father about the upcoming wedding. Have you and my son set a date?"

She was not having this conversation, especially with him. She wanted Lucas to play nice for Jamie's sake, since he and Dan were close nowadays, but she decided she was going to pretend he wasn't there. "Dad, have you met Jamie? Isn't he the cutest kid?" She started leading him across the room not specifically toward anything but definitely away from Dan.

Lucas looked at Dan and cocked his head. The look in the younger man's eyes said, I'll be civil with you today, but don't get too comfortable.