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"I think I'm going to head back to the store," Peyton told Nathan as they stood in front of the food machine, "Do you need anything? Does Lindsey need a ride home?"

Nathan shook his head. "No, thanks anyways. Lindsey is staying with Lucas and Brooke tonight."

She nodded. "Well, do you need anything? Food? I can go get you something from Karen's Café."

"No, I think I'm fine."

"Ok, well call if you need anything."

Nathan smiled. "I will. Thank you for coming. You didn't have to do this."

"I told you before. I'm glad I did. I would have been calling you every five minutes. Don't worry about it. I'll call you in the morning and see how she's doing."

"Ok, have a good night."

"Yeah, you too."

She gave him a hug before walking the other way to the elevators.

Nathan watched her go, smiling. He was really grateful that she came. Even though Karen and Lucas had come with him, he was glad she came too. She didn't have to, but she did. And most of all, she cared. She cared about Paige enough to come and she cared about Lindsey enough to ask if she needed a ride home, plus she let Lindsey stay over when she didn't want to go home.

He smiled slightly, to himself, before walking back to the room where Paige was currently fast asleep. The antibiotics they had given her for her fever and coughing made her extremely tired.

Lucas and Brooke were getting ready to go when he walked back in.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming and for letting Lindsey stay with you," Nathan said.

"Why wouldn't we come?" Lucas asked, "You're welcome anyways,"

Nathan nodded, looking towards Lindsey who was fast asleep in the chair; he bent down and picked her up. "I'll follow you guys to your car,"

Lucas nodded, starting to walk out the door, as did Brooke.

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Brooke sighed and relaxed down into the couch of their home as Lucas returned down the stairs from carrying Lindsey up to the guest room.

He smiled, sitting next to her and leaning down to her stomach before giving it a small kiss.

"Seven months," She said. "Seven months til we have a baby of our own,"

He grinned. "And tomorrow we will join Paige in the hospital for our first check-up."

"I'm nervous. What if something goes wrong?"

"Nothing's going to go wrong," He assured her. "We walk in; they ask you for your weight and all that jazz. Everything will be fine."

"No," She said, "I'm not talking about the appointment. What if something goes wrong in the pregnancy?"

"Then we will deal with it and get through it together," He told her. "Everything will be fine."

"I'm not sure I can be a mother. You know me; I drink too much to be a mother!"

He laughed. "Brooke Penelope Davis-soon-to-be-Scott, you will be a great mother. I promise."

"I love you," She whispered, leaning into him.

"I love you too, Pretty Girl," He kissed the top of her head, thinking of the day he would get a newborn son. "I can't wait to be a Dad. He's going to be the best Basketball star. I can see it now; Lucas Jr. makes the winning basket!"

Brooke smiled before frowning. "What makes you think I'm having a boy? I'm Brooke Davis! I'm having a girl! And we are not naming it Lucas Jr.!"

Lucas laughed. "What's so bad about a boy?"

"Fine, we can have a boy," She said, "But he is definitely going to be gay!"

Lucas laughed. "Brooke Davis, I cannot believe you just said that."

"But I don't want a boy! I want a girl so I can take her shopping and put make-up on her and teach her how to get guys to notice her and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa! She will not be dating!"

Brooke smirked, smacking his arm. "You and Nathan are too overprotective, you know that? She will definitely be dating. I mean, come on, with a Mother as hot as me and Dad as hot as you, the guys won't be able to stay away!"

Lucas groaned, falling back onto the couch. "Thanks, Brooke that just made me feel a whole lot better!"

"You're welcome Fiancée!" Brooke said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

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Peyton woke up at the sound of her alarm. Groaning she looked up, the sun was peeking through the windows. She rolled over and hit the alarm, stopping the beeping. Her phone started ringing and she picked it up.

"Hello?" She answered, groggily.

"Peyton, Dear!"

She jumped up at the sound of her aunt on the other end. "Aunt Jenna?"

"Yep! I was just calling to see how…"She paused.

"Tree Hill," Peyton told her.

"Yeah! Hill Tree!" The older woman said as Peyton rolled her eyes.

"Tree Hill," She said, emphasizing the order of the words, "is just great."

"Good. Have you met a guy yet?"

"You know what? As a matter of fact, I have!"

"Great, good to hear. Who is he?"

Peyton bit her lip, panicking. "Um…his name is Nathan Scott,"

"Good! Now, why don't you and Nigel come and pick me up at the airport,"

Peyton's eyes widened. "You're at the airport?"

"Yes,"

"And you want me to come and pick you up?"

"With your new man of course,"

Peyton groaned, falling back to the bed. "Okay, I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Great! See ya when you get here!" And she hung up.

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Nathan was sitting in the hospital room, reading the newspaper, waiting for Paige to wake up.

He had spent the night here and slept on the couch, resulting in a cramp in his neck. He wasn't in a very good mood, with the cramp and the worry about Paige.

"Nathan!" Peyton exclaimed, running into the room.

"Peyton?" He scowled, standing up. "What's wrong?"

"Okay, see, here's the thing," She said, "My aunt Jenna is here, at the airport, and umm…I kind of…told her..."

"Told her what?"

"You were my boyfriend, and now she wants to meet you."

He laughed. "Why did you tell her I was your boyfriend?"

"Well," She sighed, sitting down. "My aunt is obsessed with finding me the right guy. Every time I talk to her she asks if I've found a guy. When I met Jack, she was ecstatic. When I told her Jack cheated on me, she was disappointed…in me. And then she called this morning, and asked, and I told her we were going out, thinking that she was back in New York and wouldn't find out I was lying. Then she said she was waiting at the airport. And she wanted to meet you."

Nathan laughed.

Peyton frowned, "Please say you'll do this, just for me?"

"Yeah, I will, but you totally owe me!"

"Oh, I will do anything once this is over and she's back in New York."

"Just let me call Lucas and Brooke and see if they can come and stay with Paige."

She nodded. "Alright."

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"I have been waiting here for hours!" Jenna Wilcox said to her niece as she walked up with a tall dark and handsome man behind her. "Where have you been?"

Peyton smiled sympathetically. "Sorry, there was traffic."

Jenna nodded. "Well, next time call and tell me you will be late. I was very worried."

"I know I'm sorry," Peyton replied, turning to Nathan. "Aunt Jenna, this is Nathan Scott, Nathan this is my aunt, Jenna Wilcox,"

"I thought you said his name was Nigel?" Jenna said to Peyton.

Peyton rolled her eyes. "No, Aunt Jenna, I said Nathan, you didn't listen."

"I did too listen!" The older woman insisted before turning to Nathan. "It's very nice to meet you, Neal."

Nathan scowled, "No it's-"

Peyton hit his arm, shaking her head. "Alright, shall we get going?"

"Yes, we shall, grab my bags, Neville, please," The lady started towards the entrance as Peyton and Nathan grabbed her bags.

"I'm sorry," Peyton apologized, "She's horrible with names. When I first moved in with her after my parents died, she kept calling me Peggy,"

He chuckled, raising his eyebrows, "That is pathetic. Will she ever get my name right?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Depends on how long this 'relationship' goes for,"

"How long will she be here?"

Peyton scowled. "I don't know, I forgot to ask,"

"Might want to find that out,"

She nodded as they continued their walk to the car.

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"So, Nick," Jenna said as she sat in the backseat of Peyton's Jeep. "Tell me about yourself,"

"Well," He started, ignoring the wrong name, "I have two daughters. Lindsey is twelve and Paige is eight, I own an architecture business,"

"You have two daughters?"

"Yes, Ma'am,"

"Are you divorced from their mother?"

Nathan took in a deep breath. "No, uh, their mother passed away a few years ago,"

She nodded. "Well, I'm very sorry to hear that,"

He nodded, not saying anything.

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They reached the store, and got out.

Nathan stopped Peyton once they got in and turned her around.

"I'm gonna head back to the hospital, alright?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks, for this," She whispered the last part.

He smiled, "You're welcome,"

He leaned down to her ear, "I don't have to kiss you, do I?"

"Oh, god no," She said,

"Hey, if you plan to win the bet, you may want to have a better attitude."

"Then yes, you do have to kiss me," She smirked.

He smirked back and leaned his head down, touching their lips. She kissed back instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck, while he kept his at her waist. Knowing that if he didn't pull back now, he would keep on kissing her forever, he pulled back. Her eyes stayed closed for a moment, as she recuperated from the kiss.

"I'm gonna go," He whispered,

"Yeah, you should probably get back." She whispered back, opening her eyes. She frowned when she looked into his, seeing the dilemma in them.

She smiled in triumph. "If you think that's the best I've got, you just wait,"

He smirked. "Right back at ya,"

And he was gone.

"Wow," Jenna said, after he left. "You two must really be in love,"

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Nathan hit his head on the steering wheel after pulling into a parking lot. He shouldn't have kissed her. No matter how good it was, how good it felt. He shouldn't have kissed her. Why, you ask? Well, because now he couldn't get it out of his head. Not to mention how complicated he had just made things. He probably made it just the more awkward. He hated awkward. Awkward was just so…awkward.

"So, how'd it go?" Lucas asked as Nathan walked into the hospital hallway where Lucas was getting something to eat from the vending machine.

"Good," He said, "Peyton's aunt has a problem with names though,"

Lucas chuckled. "And how did the boyfriend pretending go?"

Nathan shrugged, "Her aunt believe it, so good I guess,"

"And have you finally admitted to yourself that you like her?"

Nathan sighed. "I don't like her,"

Lucas nodded, "Sure,"

"Why does everyone insist that I like her?"

"Maybe because you do?"

"But I don't!"

"Nathan, seriously, what are you afraid of?" Lucas exclaimed. "She's a good person, she cares about your kids, she has a good thing going with her store, she's pretty, she's…"

"Nothing like Haley,"

"What?"

"She's the exact opposite of Haley. Haley was brown hair brown eyes, Peyton's blonde hair, hazel eyes. Haley was shorter, and had wavy hair. Peytons is curly."

"Is that necessarily bad?"

"No," Nathan sighed, "It's not. It just keeps getting smacked into my face."

"Hey guys," Brooke said, walking up. "Nate, Paige is asking for you,"

Nathan nodded and stood up, walking into the room.

"What's wrong with him?" Brooke asked her fiancée after Nathan left.

"He just realized he likes Peyton,"

Brooke nodded, scowling. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine." Lucas answered, looking down at her.

"I don't want to wait to marry you," She whispered.

"Me neither,"

She grabbed his hand and led him down the hallway, "Come on, I've got an idea,"

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Peyton walked into the hospital, and stepped into the elevator. Her hands were shaking, had been since Nathan kissed her. She shouldn't have kissed him, she should have pulled back the instant his lips were on hers. Shaking her head, she pushed the memory to the back of her mind. Not that it would stay there, she thought to herself.

Nathan was closing the door as she was walking up.

"Oh, hey," He said, greeting her.

"Hey," She smiled. "I was just coming to check on Paige,"

"Oh, she's doing good, her fever has gone down, but we'll just have to wait and see,"

"How's Lindsey?"

"Mad that Paige is the one getting all the attention,"

Peyton laughed, "I would be, too. Hey listen, um, I think I'm just going to tell Aunt Jenna the truth tomorrow at breakfast. It's too much of a hassle to try and keep it. But, thanks, you helped a lot"

He fidgeted, "Oh, okay, well, good luck, I guess,"

"Thanks, I'll need it."

He nodded, watching after her as she left.

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