A/N: I do not Own One Tree Hill...Sorry I have been neglecting this story. ( if you feel like this is a story you would want to continue and could devote time to, I would let you take it over). Otherwise, I do not have a lot of inspiration for Leyton as a couple so I am sorry but updates will likely be sparse, but I will continue it for those of your who are reading.

Lucas could see his wife and her brunette friend through the window of his mother's café. They were sitting at the table laughing about something. There was no doubt that he had seen an improvement in Peyton's attitude since Brooke's arrival in Tree Hill. It was good, and he knew that. Somewhere inside it hurt though. He knew that it wasn't him that was making her laugh; no, he only caused her pain. He wanted back so badly the things that he had screwed up, but the more time that passed the more he feared it was beyond repair. The baby weight was starting to be visible, with a tiny bump forming in her stomach. Brooke had insisted on making her clothing, and it made her look beautiful. Lucas often dreamt of the blonde woman he married nearly a decade ago. His dreams were played through his head every time he saw her.

He opens his eyes to the sight of golden curls. They are tangled in the covers and skin peaks through in random spots. He pulls down the sheets so that he can see the baby. "Good morning" he says rubbing her stomach gently before placing a tender kiss in the center. "Good morning." He hears as he brings his lips to meet those of his beautiful wife.

That same dream wakes him up more nights than he can count. No matter how much tossing and turning he does he cannot get to sleep. So he writes. He writes his apologies; they are many. Every morning he sends her a text message and an e-mail with the words he wrote the night before, then he proceeds to leave her a voice mail telling her he still loves her. Every day for two months now. His eyes revert back to the beautiful blonde he promised he life too. He can see that Brooke got up to say something to his mother, and he knows that is his only chance to talk to the woman before him. He walks through the familiar doors praying that today will be the day that she talks to him, lets him make it up to her. He is abruptly stopped when he feels someone bump into his shoulder vengefully.

"Stop staring at her. If you think I am going to let you talk to her today, you are sadly mistaken Lucas Scott." She said shooting me a glance full of hatred, all while making sure her best friend had not spotted me. "Now your slut is in the corner booth over there."

"Damn it." He said it obviously surprised to see her. He didn't know she even knew where the town was. His first reaction was to glance at Peyton and make sure she had no idea. He was relieved to see her sipping on her water and drawing on her napkin. If he hadn't have been so worried about his mistress and his wife making contact he would have stopped to enjoy the sight. She hadn't been happy in a while; he knows it is his fault. Seeing her draw means that her mood is changing for the better.

"So I expect you to go into the back for a minute while I get Peyton out of here, and then tell your little ho to leave Peyton SAWYER's hometown." She said Peyton last name to ensure that it was recognized the Scott was left off with reason. He flinched at the sound giving her sufficient satisfaction that it stung like it should have. And with that she returned to the table, and Lucas walked in the back as he was told, thankful that Peyton had never met Amy.

"EEE… this is so exciting, we have to go? Come on P.!!" She shrieked to her best friend, half in excitement and half in a hurry to get her out of the café. When she and Peyton walked out the door, she began revealing details about her excitement. "Karen just agreed to invest in a clothing store run by me. With MY DESIGNS…here in Tree Hill. I brought what was left from my store in New York, now I just need to find a building, make a few more items, and decorate."

"Oh my gosh, Brooke. That is really really great. You are going to do so great here, plus there aren't that many clothing stores in this town, so you are sure to have lots of business."

"Hey stop that place says for sale, let's go in and see if anyone is here."

"Brooke, are you sure about that. It looks like it needs a lot of work."

"Yeah, it does, but it will still cost less than a renovated building. So let's go."

The two women carefully walked into the rundown building. "Hello, anybody here?" Brooke yelled while looking at the back entrance expecting someone to come out. Several minutes passed with no answer. Brooke began walking around. "Look we can put the register here. Ooh and I can put a book of designs that can be made in that corner, and a rack here, and one there. And I am positive that a certain Thud worker could manage to advertise for me in some way, I mean fashion is art." She gave the blonde the famous Brooke wink.

"Yeah, I could probably manage that. But what about this place, it is going to take time to get it up to store standards, that and it isn't yours yet."

"You know what, you are way too negative. You need to brighten up. Let's get the number for the owner, and then we will go do something fun, and turn that frown of yours upside down." Peyton could only look at the brunette and laugh. Brooke noticed and rebutted "I know, corny. But you know you love me P."

The two women were headed towards the door when they heard someone coming from the back. "Is there someone out here? Sorry, I was busy. What can I help you with?" They heard the man say as they slowly turned.

They both stood there in amazement when they saw the man who emerged. "Well, well, if it isn't the two prettiest Raven cheerleaders I ever saw?" Peyton made her way to the man, and held her arms open. "Jake! It has been too long!" She said as she embraced her former flame.