June 29th, 2012

June 29th, 2012

Tree Hill, North Carolina

Avery Anna Scott's Bedroom

Peyton Scott wandered around a lot these days. It was simply a fact. She had nothing else to do anymore. The house was done, her and Lucas' bag for the hospital were packed, between Brooke and Haley, the entire house was absolutely spotless, and Lucas had made sure that she had almost no work for her to do at work. So the only thing left to do was wander.

Actually, there was another thing that she could do; she just kept putting it off. Because even though she knew that she was likely to go into labor any minute now, aside from Avery, the triplets had no names. None. There were no middle names picked out, and no first names. Which was definitely a problem. A slightly big one.

"Peyton?" She heard Lucas' frantic voice cal out, looking for her.

"Blue room." She yelled downstairs, and she heard his footsteps thudding up the stairs as he walked into the room. It was painted just as Peyton had asked it be. Blue. It didn't look like a guys room, because it wasn't, but it was still blue. The walls were a light blue, the crib, white, was decorated with blue music notes, and so was the matching dresser, and the blankets inside the crib were blue. The white couch had a blue throw on it, and the only things not blue in the room were the purple quotes that lined the walls. They were all over, and they were the only part of the room, hell the only part of the entire house, that Peyton had been allowed to paint. This room had Peyton's quotes. They were from songs, and Ellie, and Anna and Larry and books that she had loved and people. It was the perfect room. It was Peyton's room.

Lucas and Nathan had decorated their son's room, and that room was the perfect mix of the Raven's gym and the Rivercourt. The wall mural that had been in Lucas' room for so long had been taken down and put back up here, along a back wall. The opposing that was stark white, and had the white and royal blue painted crib pushed up against it, along with five framed jerseys next to it, one of Nathan's, one of Skills', both of Lucas' and then Keith's. Next to it was a blue and white striped dresser, with a little basketball knobs. That room too was picture perfect, and simply because of the meaning that every thing in it help, Peyton knew that her son would love the room, whether he turned out to be the ravens small forward, or a dancer.

The last room was supposed to be Haley and Brooke's to do, but Peyton had a strong suspicion that her daughter's room was decorated predominantly by Brooke, with only a few places that Peyton could clearly see Haley's influence. The wall color (a soft pink with more hot pink colored butterflies and flowers) was definitely Brooke. So was the same could be said for the dresser and crib's color, which was yet another shade of pink. The music notes however, were all Haley. And they were all over the place. They were done in a white that seemed to sparkle, and they were on the walls and they were on the crib and the matching dresser. It was a little to pink for Peyton's taste, but she loved the room (and the people who decorated it) anyways.

"What 'cha thinking about, Blondie?" Lucas said, walking into the room and sitting down, his back against the bottom of the couch, next to his wife.

"Names." She admitted, leaning into him. "We need to pick them. I think if Brooke asks and we tell her no again, she just might explode."

"Or you might explode."

"Brooke, what are you doing here?" Peyton sighed, looking up at her best friend. "It's like six thirty in the morning."

"Did you know that the average term length of a triplet pregnancy is thirty four weeks?" Brooke asked, walking in, looking perfect, as always, and handing both Peyton and Lucas binders, and leaving one next to Peyton, on the couch, and then keeping one for herself.

Peyton nodded, completely confused as to what direction Brooke was planning on taking this in. "Yeah, we knew that. Why?"

"Well, are you two aware that Peyton will be officially thirty four weeks pregnant tomorrow?"

That at least stunned them for a second. Peyton was the one who spoke first. "We knew it was coming up soon…" She probably would have continued, but Brooke interrupted.

"Yeah, well, technically, if you don't pop by tomorrow, you'll be lucky. And if you don't have names by the time you pop, my future nieces and nephew are going to be stuck with names that a drugged up Peyton and an overly happy Lucas came up with. Something tacky like Aye, Bea and Cee."

" That's actually pretty cool." Lucas said, shrugging away from Brooke as she swatted him with the binder.

"Lucas Eugene Scott. How dare you even think you could do that to me."

Brooke said, scowling at him.

"It really is all about you isn't it?" Peyton laughed, as she opened the binder and flipped through it. "What is this?"

"Baby Naming 101. I found it online. I printed you both a copy. And now, I'm going to go sit in that corner, and none of us are leaving until you have baby names picked out. Clear?"

Lucas and Peyton both started at her, open-mouthed. "But what about food?"

"Better get picking." Brook smirked and pulled her iPod out, plugging it in, and Peyton cringed as she heard Chris Keller come blaring over the speakers.

"Nice Brooke." Lucas sighed; as he flipped open the book. "Have any ideas?"

"Avery." Peyton sighed, closing the book. "Lucas we do not need these books to name our kids."

"I know." Lucas closed the book as well, tossing it aside. "So, Avery?"

"Yeah. It was a family name. It was the name of Anna and Larry's first daughter. She died right after she was born."

"I didn't know that. Peyt, I'm sorry. But I love the name."

"It's okay. It was before I was even born. But you really like the name?" Peyton looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, I love it. For one of the girls, or our son?"

"Avery Anna, I was thinking." Peyton said, tentatively.

"Oh, so, for the boy obviously." Lucas joked. "I love it Avery Anna Scott. Blue Room baby."

"What?" Peyton laughed, looking up at him.

"She should definitely have the blue room."

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't know. But it feels right. It just sounds right."

Peyton nodded, curling up against him. "Yeah it does. And now that we've got one down, we only have to pick two."

"Yeah. Got any ideas?"

"Keith and Elisabeth. For middle names."

"I like it."

"Good."

"Yeah. We still have two more names to pick though."

"Talk about responsibility. I mean we're picking the name that our kids are going to have for their entire lives."

"Yeah, I know. So, do we want to name them after important people, or just pick names we like?" Lucas asked, closing his eyes and running his fingers through Peyton's curly blonde hair.

"I say names we like, I mean their middle names are after important people, and I don't know, I just think that when there's an expectation because of a name, it's easier to believe those two people have to be alike." Peyton said, staring off into the room, reading though the quotes on Avery's walls. "I just don't think that's fair. But, you know, it's a great honor, so if you really wanted too…" She trailed off.

"No, I get it, and I think that's right. What kind of names do you think?"

"I don't know. What about like Bailey?"

"Like the Irish Cream?"

"Lucas! No, like the name."

"Bailey Elisabeth Scott."

"Bailey Elisabeth Scott. Like it?"

"I do. And I think I get to pick the next name. You named both out daughters, I pick the son's."

"Fine Lucas Scott, you go right ahead. I'll just take a nap." She smirked when he stayed silent. "You wake me up when you've got a name."

"Brody."

"Brody? Like what Brooke calls you?"

"Bailey like Haley?"

"That is so different. I didn't ever date Haley."

"Brooke is one of your best friends, and she's one of mine, and she and Haley have been there for us for as long as we've been us, I think that they deserve this."

"I think you're kind of right. Plus, it'll make a great story one day. Seriously Lucas, it's a good idea. I think Haley will love it, and we can find out what Brooke thinks right now. Brooke!" She tossed a pillow at her head, jolting the brunette.

"What? I told you. No leaving until you have names." Brooke snapped, obviously unhappy to have been knocked out of what ever she was thinking about.

"We have names." Peyton said, smirking, her smirk changed nearly immediately to a grimace.

"What's wrong Peyton?" Lucas and Brooke immediately rushed over to where Peyton was sitting.

"Well, looks like Brooke made us pick names right on time. Because I'm pretty sure that my water just broke."

Lucas and Brooke both paled, but it was Lucas who got her and their stuff out to the car, and it was Lucas who drove her to the hospital. But it was Brooke who called Haley and Nathan, and Chase and Larry and Karen and Andy. And it was all of them, Lucas, Brooke, Nathan, Haley, Jamie, Karen, Andy, Larry, via web cam, Lilly, Jamie, even Whitey, who crammed themselves into Peyton's hospital room nearly fourteen hours later after a crying Lucas had beckoned them in. It was all of them who were there when Peyton and Lucas introduced Brody Keith Scott, Bailey Elisabeth Scott, and Avery Anna Scott.

A/N: Review please! And this fic is far from over… Oh what I would do for forty two reviews…