You and Me
Peyton's POV
I'm with my father and Derek, thinking about how I've come to this place. I'm happy, truly happy and I never thought I could ever say that. Derek has been in town for a few days and it's been great having my two favourite guys together for the first time. We've been hanging out and the two of them having been getting to know each other.
Derek and I caught up on everything, well not everything. We have been communicating for ages so he knew everything up until the wedding that never was, so I only really needed to fill him on everything that happened afterwards. Talking to him about it made me take note of everything and how things have changed. I no longer feel like I'm living a lie and I'm content. Derek told me that I couldn't stop smiling, which he never had the opportunity to see that much when he was last in Tree Hill.
Jamie is now running around with Nathan trying to catch him. Haley is following, cradling her belly with one hand. The baby has grown so much and it isn't long now before she comes into the world. Yes, they are having a girl. It's great to see how happy the three of them are.
I look around the garden and people are enjoying themselves. Skills and Deb are even here. You wouldn't be surprised to know that Lucas isn't here. He still hasn't spoken to me but he has spoken to Brooke a couple of times. She says he's doing a lot better.
I think of all the things we've gone through lately; my runaway bride act, my father's heart attack, Brooke's problems with the company, the press, Lucas and more recently Victoria's death. Brooke hasn't really spoken about it, choosing to bury herself in other things. She actually hasn't been spending as much time at work as I would have thought in the circumstances. She's been hanging out with Haley and especially Jamie so he wouldn't feel left out by the impending arrival of his sibling. Taking him on day trips and really spoiling him, she really loves that boy.
I see Mouth and Millicent talking to Brooke; she's probably telling them congratulations. They got engaged a couple of days ago but have only told Brooke. You may ask why I know, she's not really good on keeping secrets that involve weddings; she still loves them. I'm shocked that I'm the only one she's told but they were kind of expecting her to tell me so they weren't upset.
I guess I must have been staring a bit too long as Derek breaks my attention. "So you never did finish how this day came to be."
I turn back to him smiling. "Ok, so we were at the bridge with a picnic laid out…"
She gives me a quick kiss and I pull away, reaching for my bag. I pull it out of my bag, the reason I did all of this. "There was also another reason why I did all this."
I pull out the box from my hand but keep it hidden. "Do you remember what I said the last time we were here?" She nods as I continue.
"It's still true to this day that being with you makes me happy. We've been through so much together, good and bad times. No matter what, we always seem to find a way back to each other. I've always loved you and that manifested into something more, something greater than I anticipated and I'm eternally grateful for your love everyday."
I take a huge breath and show her the box. I see the surprise written all over her face and I start talking again. "I can't see myself with anyone but you. Ever since we were kids, you've been there as my best friend, roommate and lover. I love you and always will." I now open the box and her eyes light up even more than before.
"We've spent most of our lives together and I want to continue to spend the rest of my life with you. So today, I'm asking you Brooke Penelope Davis, will you marry me?"
I see tears running down her face and I try to wipe some of them away. "Ok, so that wasn't the reaction I was going for."
"How can you expect me not to cry when you go and say all of that?" We both laugh a little, as I continue to wipe the tears away. "I feel like I should come up with a speech, as I don't think a couple words are enough as an answer. Maybe I should save it for the vows." She's stopped crying and has a big grin on her face.
"Are you saying what I think you are saying?" I need to double check what I've just heard.
"Do I need to spell it out for you. Yes I will marry you." I pull her in for a long overdue kiss. "I love you, do you know that P Sawyer?"
"I had some sort of idea." I say smirking.
She hits me on the arm. "Don't wreck the moment." We share another kiss before we start to eat the food laid out on the blanket.
"So that's how it happened." Brooke walks up to Derek and I and she puts her arm around my waist.
"So that's how you proposed." He looks at Brooke and nods at her. "It was a beautiful ceremony ladies. I glad you let me be a part of it."
"We're both happy you came. It means so much to Peyton and I. Do you think I can borrow this one for a couple of minutes?" She asks Derek.
"Sure." He answers; I'm not sure he would have had a choice. She pulls me into the house, by my hand and into a room, closing the door behind us. Before I get the chance to say anything, she kisses me.
"Hey wifey." She says pulling away.
"Hey yourself." I sound a little flustered.
"So are you gonna tell me where we're going?" She asks. She's been trying for days to get out of me where we're going so I decide to put her out of her misery. "I was thinking that maybe we could finish our little trip to Amsterdam and then hit somewhere that has a beach, where I can finally get you in a swimming costume."
"You better bring your cheerleading uniform as you owe me." She kisses me again and if I didn't know it before, I knew in this moment how right I was to walk out on Lucas and how happy I am today. The heart wants what it wants and sometimes you just have to follow it to be truly happy.
A/N: I had come to an end with this and thought it was right to end it like this. As this was a AU, its totally legal in this story for them to be married. A big thank you to all of you that have read and reviewed this. Your encouragement turned this oneshot into something more. Who knows, I might start another Breyton story.
