A week!

School was out for a week, and the whole week was going to be devoted to his fiance. He couldn't be happier as he waited at the crowded airport with a bunch of other college aged men and women who were feeling the same excitement that he was.

They had it all planned out and she was able to get a few days off of work. It would be shows and Disney and all those cheesy things that you do when you're in California. Brooke might pop in at the end of the week to say hi. Yes, it was going to be a good week.

He waited.

The week couldn't start until he was picked up from the airport, which is what Peyton was supposed to do. As he looked at his watch he realized that an hour had passed with no call from Peyton. His bags were in his possession, and all he had was a quickly fading grin on his face to keep him company.

Grabbing his cell, he hit the speed dial number that would reach her.

"Hey, you've reached Peyton Sawyer, aren't you lucky? I'm not here right now, but leave a message and I'll get back. Have a good day."

"Peyton, hey, it's Luke. I'm starting to freak out a little now that you aren't answering your phone. My plane landed a while ago and I've got my baggage and stuff, so if you are running late, just call and I'll meet you curbside. Talk to you later."

As he hung up he spotted a cafe where he could sit for a few while he waited.

...and waited.

Another half hour went by and he had tried her cell too many times to count, so decided to hail a cab and get to her apartment.

As he made his way up the stairs he was glad that they had exchanged keys for just such an event. Slipping the key into the lock, he found himself running into the apartment in search of his fiance.

"Peyton?" he says getting more worried when he sees all the lights still on and he cell phone sitting on the counter still with a blinking light telling her that she has a missed call.

"Peyton?!" he says loudly again as he opens the bedroom door to find her curled up on the bed.

She turned her head towards the noise, putting a hand up the shield her eyes from the hallway lights, and moaned, "Lucas, why are you waking me...LUCAS!"

Realizing that he was not supposed to be here she sat up with a start and turned to her clock. "When did you get here!?"

"My flight was on time, and I waited, and I tried your cell, but you didn't answer, so I got worried."

"Oh my God, Luke, honey, I'm sorry!"

"Are you okay? You scared the crap out of me Peyton. I thought something had happened when you weren't answering your phone."

"No... I'm fine. I just thought I could catch a quick nap before I had to go pick you up from the airport, but I guess I got a little carried away."

"Well, apparently you needed that nap." he says, pulling her toward him, needing to feel that she was okay. "You can't do that to me again, okay?"

"No, I won't, I'm sorry."

Just then her stomach rumbled, signaling that she needed to get food into her system. "Apparently I'm hungry." she says, laughing.

"That's good, because I am too. Do you want to get stuff from that Thai place that we got from last time?"

"yeah, that sounds really good. Why don't I order and you can get yourself into some comfortable clothes and clean up while we're waiting." she tells him, getting up and walking to the door of the bedroom.

He smiles and starts to make his way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change clothes when he stops her halfway down the hall, spinning her to face him. "Hey."

"Hey yourself."

"You know that you get me for a whole week, right?" he says, his comment dripping with all sorts of innuendo.

"Oh, yes, and I plan on making the most out of all of that time we have together."

"Really...what kind of plans do you have for me Peyton Sawyer?"

"That is for me to look forward to, and you to find out Lucas Scott." she teases, kissing him lightly and pushing him away and towards the bathroom so she can order the food.

Just 45 minutes later the food had arrived, and in Lucas and Peyton fashion, as Peyton grabbed dishes, Lucas opened up the food, spreading it across the coffee table so they could pick and chose what they liked.

Peyton returned with plates and sat opposite her man, who had immediately started piling food onto his plate. The more he piled, the less she wanted what was in front of her. It looked greasy and runny and gooey and the more she thought about it, the worse the idea of it sounded.

"Peyton, why aren't you..." he starts to say as she gets up and runs down the hall to the bathroom.

After a few minutes of stroking her back and holding onto her hair, Lucas makes a move to grab some water for her, also returning with a wet washcloth.

"Thank you... Honey, I'm sorry."

"It's okay... you are obviously coming down with something, or you've come down with something, cause that was not cool Peyton."

"No, I'm not."

"Peyton, you're ob--"

"So, I'm pregnant..." she says, cutting him off very casually.

He turns to her, with his facial expression still seeming to be in the middle of saying a word, and all she does is smile, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, that would explain the puking." he says, still processing, but choosing to remain calm about the situation.

"Yeah... I thought that part was getting better, but I guess not."

"Getting better? How long have you suspected that you..."

"Oh, no... I'm definitely pregnant. I went to the doctor last week." she informs him, and then catching the expression on his face continues, "I realized it right after I got back from Tree Hill, but I kept denying it. And then when it wasn't just me being tired all the time and the morning sickness started, I took a test. Then I went to the doctor and had them check on me, so there is definitely something in there."

"Why--"

"I was so excited to tell you... well, maybe not excited cause I was freaking out, but I really did want to tell you, but that was not something I was going to do over the phone, so I figured that I would wait until I had a doctor confirm it, and then I knew you'd be here in a week."

"You're pregnant?" he questions again, his face finally registering an emotion.

"There's the realization!" she laughs, smiling back at the confused look on his face.

"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" he laughs back at her, letting it really sink in, "and you're not freaking out... I'm freaking out."

"I've had a good few weeks to get used to the idea. However if you would have seen me a few weeks ago, you would have seen a totally different Peyton. I swear that I couldn't form a rational thought for days after I took that test. And then I realized that with you and I, it was never our timing that worked, it was someone else's. So, I figure that while we didn't plan this to happen now, someone up there thought we were ready."

He pulls her in for a kiss, placing a hand to her stomach.

The rest of the evening was spent just as they had planned, curling up on the couch with Lucas finishing up some food, watching a movie, and just loving the fact that they were together. While Peyton had a few weeks to get used to the idea that there was something growing inside her, Lucas still hadn't wrapped his mind around it. Every few moments he would glance in her direction, smiling as he did so. She would catch his eye every now and then when he was caught looking, and she would just smile back, knowing that he was just excited.

"You know, you're going to eventually have to stop staring at me." she says, laughing after catching him yet again.

"It's just..."

"Oh, I know! Trust me on that one, because this baby has made his or her presence known for quite a while for me, making me fall asleep at my desk, not letting me eat anything, making me burst into tears watching freaking commercials."

"Now THAT I would like to see. Peyton Sawyer the hard ass, sobbing like a baby at the hallmark commercials."

"Thanks." she says, narrowing her eyes in his direction.

"I'm just getting used to this... let me have my fun."

"Well, you've got about 8 more months to get used to it, so I'm sure that you'll be fine."

He just smiled, pulling her closer, and settling in to watch the rest of the movie. It was just a few minutes later that he felt Peyton completely relax and give in to the sleep that her body craved so much.

It was the next morning that Luke truly understood the meaning of the term 'Morning sickness', because the second the alarm clock went off, it seemed Peyton was on the floor in the bathroom. Not being able to stand the thought of her being alone and sick, he followed her run, only leaving her side to grab her some water and a wet washcloth.

They sat on the cold tiled floor together until her phone rang from the kitchen counter where it was left the night before. He ran to grab it for her, and glanced at the caller ID before answering.

"Hey Brooke!"

"Hey Luke, did you get in okay last night? Did you guys get to have a proper reunion?"

"You know that I'm not going to answer that question, right? What did you need?"

"Well, I need my best friend so I can talk plans for the end of the week, is she available?"

"Actually, Peyton isn't--"

"sure she has those days off yet" Peyton says, interrupting what was surely Lucas telling Brooke that she wasn't feeling well and grabbing the phone from her fiance, who gave her a confused look.

"What!? P. Sawyer, you told me you had everything squared away!"

"I know honey, and it will probably be totally okay. Worse comes to worse and you could always just keep Luke company, and we can hang out at night."

"Okay, well, I'll be there on Thursday, and we can party the night away... how does that sound?"

"Can't wait!" she says, plastering a smile on her face while thinking in her head about how she was going to survive two nights with her best friend when she fell asleep waiting to pick up the love of her life from the airport.

After she hung up the phone, she went in search of Lucas, who had walked away after she had grabbed the phone from him.

"Luke?"

"Yeah... so I'm guessing that Brooke doesn't know then?"

"Well, you guessed right. You and I are the only ones who know about the little Scott down there" she says, rubbing small circles on her stomach.

"I'm just surprised that Brooke doesn't know. The two of you share everything, to the point that it is quite scary, so I can't imagine why you wouldn't tell her."

"Because this complicates everything, and I don't think I'm ready for that. I love this baby, and I love that you are so okay about this, but adding a baby into the mix is going to freak people out and they are going to be freaking even more about the wedding and me moving back to Tree Hill, and everything, so I just want to wait... please?"

"Peyton, they are going to figure it out eventually, you know that right? I mean we can't show up to our wedding with a baby and not have them ask questions."

"I know that, I just want it to be just you and me for a little while. Next month I probably won't be showing at all, and then the next time that we're in Tree Hill together it will be Christmas time, so we can reveal our little present there. How does that sound?"

"You'll be what, 5 months along then?" He asks, doing the calculations in his head.

"Yup, and surely showing, so there won't be a way to hide it anyway."

"You know that regardless of when we tell them, they are all going to freak out."

"Oh, I know that... I just figured that I would wait out the freak out moment."

"Wimp..." he says, trying to poke fun at the situation.

"Ha Ha... do you want to be the one to tell your mom that we aren't married and having a baby, or better yet, you can always call my dad and tell him you got me pregnant before we hit the altar."

"Waiting sounds great to me."

"That's what I thought you'd say."

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Okay, so that was that. Season six made me a total sap for pregnant Peyton, and I fully and wholeheartedly admit this to each and every one of you. The only thing that I wasn't all about was the pregnancy drama, so none of that in this story. If you want that, you can check out my other two. This one will of course have its drama, but for the most part, I'm keeping it light and fluffy, so let me know what you are thinkin'

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