A/N: Don't own Private Practice, or any of the characters, nor is this a crossover fic. I just feel more comfortable writing characters that aren't OC, and I needed to borrow them.

February 10th, 2013

Tree Hill, North Carolina

Tree Hill Pediatrics and Prenatal Office

"Morning Peyton." A voice said, far too happy, and amused for this time in the morning, as a slightly more than slightly stressed looking Peyton Scott walked into Tree Hill Pediatrics and Prenatal Office, Avery on one hip, Brody on the other, and Bailey in a stroller being pushed by a very unhappy looking seven year old. The voice was coming from behind the desk, where what Peyton knew was the nurses' station was. "Where's Lucas?" The concerned voice said, seeing Peyton struggling to keep all three infants and Lilly under control.

A second later, a confused looking Glenda Farrell walked out into the main waiting area, taking Brody from Peyton, and smiling at the small boy, and then at the stressed looking mother.

"He's helping Brooke out. Her mother and father are coming back into town, and she's sending Chase, Ollie and Logan to London for the week so that there is zero chance of them running into each other." Peyton sighed, signing in quickly, now that she had one arm free, and then following Glenda back into the offices, to an exam room.

"Yeah, I heard Victoria was coming back, I didn't know Mr. Davis was coming back though." Though Glenda hadn't been in Lucas' and Peyton's original social circle, she had Lucas had become almost friends during the last part of their senior year, and had kept in touch all through college, and nursing school, for Glenda, and had because of that, she had inadvertently become attuned to news about the Scott's, and their friends.

"Yeah, I've know Brooke since we were four, and I have met him twice. They're the kind of people that would be divorced, but Victoria is afraid it would make her look bad."

"Poor Brooke." Glenda said, frowning. "You sure you want to do this now?" She looked sympathetic, because Peyton's husband wasn't here for this, he was with her best friend.

"Yeah, I can't go much longer without doing it, and I know that Lucas really wanted to be here, and really, Brooke is just totally freaking out, and I can't be here, and with Carrie's trial coming up, and Jamie freaking out about having to testify, and the new baby on the way, Haley and Nathan really can't be there for her. Lucas can.

"Okay then. I'm going to run through all the pre-physical things with all the kids, and then Dr. Freedman will be in to do the actually physicals for the babies, and Lilly. When that's all done, Dr. Montgomery will be in to talk to you. Sound good?"

"Sounds fine." Peyton smiled, "Who do you want first?" She smirked, gesturing to the array of children and laughing.

"Well," A voice said, and Peyton turned to face the man who was walking into the exam room. "If it isn't the little intern that could." The man, dressed in a white medical robe, smirked as he walked over to Peyton. "Peyton Sawyer."

"Scott." She corrected, smirking back at him. "And Coop, it has been a long time."

"Three years. Would have been sooner if you hadn't of made your first appointment here when Addie and I were out in LA for the week."

"Sorry about that. But it also would have been sooner if you or Addie had have called me and told me you were out here."

"Are you guys talking about me again?" A voice, full with annoyance that Peyton knew was fake, said from outside the room, as Addison Montgomery walked in, pulling her red hair into a pony tail. "You look great Peyton."

"You too Addie." Peyton said getting up and hugging her.

"You all know each other?" A confused Glenda asked, looking up from where she had Avery on the scale, and was weighing her.

"Yeah." Peyton answered, "When I was out in LA I was friends with the secretary that worked for the wellness center that they worked at. I needed at GYN, and well, my friend thought, some therapy, so he dragged me into work with him one day."

"And we loved her right away. She was very LA. Well, she was as LA as I was, and it made me feel much better to not be the only person there who didn't know LA by heart. She we kept her around." Addison answered, as she turned to face the kids, "And who are these precious kids?"

Peyton grinned, turning around and taking Avery from Glenda's arms. "This is Avery, the little boy is Brody, and the other baby girl is Bailey."

"Yours?" Cooper asked, smiling.

"Yeah, mine and Lucas'. And this little lady," She smiled at Lilly, "Is Lucas' little sister. She's living with us."

"Nice to meet you Lilly," Addison and Cooper said at the same time. "I'm going to start with the physicals for the babies, why don't you go back to Cooper's office with him, I'll have Glenda come get you when they're done." Addison saw the panicked expression on Peyton's face. "They'll be fine with me."

Peyton nodded, hesitantly letting Addison take Avery from her arms, and watched as Cooper grabbed the children's files, and their newest measurements, and then following him down to his office, where she comfortably took a seat. "So, let's talk about those kids." Cooper said, getting straight down to business. Peyton sighed, even though this was exactly why she had come to Cooper and Addison. Cooper was a great doctor, but more than that he knew kids, he knew how they acted and how they should act, and he was good at decoding the grey area's in between. "Lilly first." Peyton nodded. "How's she doing at home?"

"Pretty good." Peyton responded, trying to think about Lilly and the way that she had acted before the accident. "She's not as happy as before." Peyton finally concluded. "I know that she has to be stressed, but she's not happy anymore. She laughs, but it's not the same as it was before, and with the triplets, I don't know what I should be doing to help her get through this."

"Peyton." Dr. Freedman began after looking through his files one last time. "I know Addie's doing an evaluation now, but Peyton, you know how hard it is losing a parent. You, probably better than anyone I know knows how awful that is, and how tremendously alone you feel." Peyton knew where he was going before he had even finished his sentence. "But really is alone. She's alone and scared. She lost her mother and the man she thought of as like a father, and then she was thrust into an unfamiliar atmosphere. She had spent the last few years of her life on a yacht, cruising around the world, with her parent's full attention on her. And then, Poof, it was gone. In the space of a few days she lost that life and entered into one sans her parents and sans the attention she was used to. She wasn't the only child anymore. There were three other babies in the house, and then friends who were staying with you." Cooper looked up and sighed when he saw Peyton crying. "Don't stress yourself out Peyton," he said softly, "It was a difficult situation, and I know that you guys did the best you could. You did the best that anyone could do. I'm not saying that you should send her away, or dump your kids to just focus on her, but I am saying that at a time when she, as both a child who had just lost her mother, and a brand new older sister, should have been getting more attention, because of the circumstances, she wasn't, and I don't know what kind of effect that that's had on her. I don't know if she's just going through the natural stages of grief, and not being very happy because of that, which is perfectly normal," he reassured Peyton, "or if she's not adjusting to her new life, and she's struggling. Right now, she's in first grade, and for the first part of the year, she's been under special watch for grief symptoms, you know that. That ends after six months. And now, we need to know if she is okay, or if she needs some extra help to adjust. So, I am simply recommending that she see someone."

Peyton remanded silent for a few minutes, staring at her friend as if he was speaking German. "You want me to send my seven year old to a shrink?" There was a trace of disbelief in her voice.

"Peyton, I'm not saying she has a mental disorder or anything like that. I'm just saying that she had shown signs of withdrawal from friends and you said that she's been really depressed acting lately, and in young children it's not uncommon anymore to see them affected strongly by loss and change. I just think that it would be a good idea if she went and talked to a children's psychologist. Just once if you want, just to see what they think."

"Do you really think she has a problem?" Peyton asked, tears still falling down her face despite Dr. Freedman's reassurances.

"I think that it wouldn't be completely surprising if she was suffering from a mild case of depression. From the reports from the school's notes she's not making friends and she keeps to herself. It's that other kids don't want her, it's that she's deliberate isolating herself. She's been upset lately, and when you set up the appointment you mentioned something about a bed wetting incident. I think that it would be a good move to get it checked out by someone qualified to make the diagnosis and get her help now, before she gets older and it gets worse, because the last thing that you and Lucas are going to want is a severely depressed teenager who you could have helped. Not that that is going to happen. But I do think that no matter what the outcome, it is a safe move to protect her."

"I'll talk to Lucas about it tonight, but could you maybe give us some names, just to check on." Peyton asked after a few minutes of sitting in shocked silence. Neither Peyton nor Lucas had seen anything wrong with Lilly, and that just made this so much worse.

"Of course. I'll get into contact with some colleagues while Addison's talking to you." He said, smiling.

"So, are we done?" Peyton asked, wondering when she could get back to her children.

"No, actually. I need to talk to you about the triplets too." He said, looking at her, gauging her reaction. Peyton's heart nearly stopped beating.

"What's wrong with them?" She whispered, the blood draining from her face. "Are they sick?"

"No, no." the doctor said, attempting to calm her down. "They're perfectly normal for multiples, I just need to let you know that normal for multiple usually means that one child will reach milestones quickly while the others either lag behind or are pushed to keep up. Both situations are normal, but parents do tend to get worried, especially parent's in your situation. One set Fraternal, where two look alike. Do you know what the Bunds Study was?" He asked, looking at her.

"No, should I?"

"No." He laughed a bit, causing Peyton to jump. She didn't think this was funny. At all. "It was an article written in 2010 by a guy names Max Bunds. Basically, he did this study about triplets and they way that they develop. It was pretty big mostly because there haven't been any studies done solely on the group of triplets, and it proved two things that we as doctors had guessed at, and talked about, but never really had definitive proof that it was true. The first thing that it proved was that multiples do have their own method of communication between themselves, which means that basically it is completely normal if one child learns how to talk and the other two don't for awhile. It's normal, but it's not necessarily good. All children do develop at different rates, but it's not natural for the child to simply not learn how to talk just because they don't have too. Secondly, it showed us that these kids do tend to bond strongly with one another from birth, and if they are their only playmates until school, it can be difficult to integrate them into a classroom setting. Basically, the study tells us to watch out for one kid developing far beyond the others and to introduce them to new people. I'm only bringing this up because it seems to be slightly prevalent in your kids. Bailey seems to be reaching milestones very quickly, and Brody is attempting to catch up to her by speeding himself up. Avery, on the other hand is not learning how to do things for her self. She just needs a bit of extra time. Take some time out of the day, just you and her, and talk to her, play with her and try to get her do ado some things for herself. That's all. No big deal."

Peyton just sat there, jaw open, staring. "I really hate you, you know that?" She finally asked, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, Sawyer. Go talk to Addie and I'll see what I can do about getting some names for you. And Peyton, I'm sure Addie'll tell you this, but don't stress yourself out. I know that you have that Ian trial coming up, and four young kids, but it's not good, for you, or the baby if you worry about everything. There is nothing going on with either Avery or Lilly that isn't normal. Lilly just went through several life changing events, and is slightly upset by them. Avery has a bit of a more passive personality then her siblings, and she's showing that. It's not un-normal, and it we can correct it. So stop your freaking out, and go talk to Addie."

Peyton nodded, sighing as she got up from the chair, Cooper following close behind her. "They all done?" Peyton asked as she walked into the room, smiling happily as Bailey began to squeal when she walked in. She hurriedly scooped her up and cradled her in her arms, turning to Addison.

"Yes, they are. Copper and Glena are going to watch them in the main area while I do your appointment. Okay?"

Peyton nodded, knowing that she didn't really have a choice. She nodded for Glenda to take the kids, and then quickly hugged Lilly, and Avery before sending them out the door.

"Well," the doctor said about a half hour later. Everything looks fine. The ultrasound showed one bay, so you and Luke are in the clear there, but I do want to talk to about something." She paused for a second, and then laughed as the sarcastic blonde rolled her eyes.

"No, Addison. We didn't plan this. Despite what you seem to think, I am not crazy."

"I didn't say that you were crazy. Stair step kids really aren't that uncommon."

Peyton laughed. "Not when your oldest kids aren't even a year old yet, and there are three of them. Addie, I think I'm crazy, and I'm pretty sure Lucas is still in denial." Peyton sighed as she thought of her husband, who honestly had been acting as if nothing was different ever since she had told him.

"Peyton, he'll come around." She said, reassuringly, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sure he's just stressed and worried and scared." She paused for a few seconds, before continuing. "Which leads me nicely into my next topic. I know that you have three kids at home, under the age of one, I know that you have that trial for that Ian guy coming up, and Brooke isn't doing to well, but I need you to try as hard as you can to not stress yourself out. Stress is not good for you, or the baby and you know that. I need you to make sure that you don't get overly stressed and I know that you think that it is going to be impossible, but take it from me, if you can keep yourself sane, it'll be so worth it Peyton."

"And how exactly would you recommend that I keep myself unstressed?" Peyton asked skeptically.

"Talk to your husband. Or I'll do it for you." She said simply, knowing that as soon as Peyton and Lucas were okay, he would make sure that she was as sane as physically possible. "Seriously, Peyton, if I sense any stress next visit, or get any information about you overworking yourself, I will post you as a high risk pregnancy. That means that I'll have you in the hospital so that I can make sure that you're okay." She was completely serious, and Peyton knew it, so she sighed and got up.

"I'll talk to Lucas." She said, rolling her eyes and getting up, taking the prenatal vitamins from her doctor and stalking out of the room, straight into her husband.

"Peyton" he said, and she could hear the worry in his voice. "Is everything okay?" He seemed genuinely worried, but Peyton was honestly really mad at him.

"I'll talk to you at home Lucas." She said simply, sighing out the kids and hastily, before Lucas could make out what was on them, or better yet, notice them at all, grabbed the set of doctor recommendations from Cooper, her entire demeanor softening when she saw her children happily playing with Glenda. She carefully scooped Avery into her arms, making sure that she played close attention to the way she squealed "Ma". She smiled slightly as Avery laughed. "Hey sweetie. How are you?" The seven month old didn't say much, but she happily snuggled closer to her mother, closing her eyes, and Peyton was left with her other two. She heard her husband offer to take them, and even though she wasn't particularly happy with him, she knew that she couldn't refuse. She grudgingly nodded at him, and she couldn't help but smile as she once gain witnessed exactly how good of a father Lucas was. "Lucas." She sighed, knowing that she was quickly losing the battle to stay mad at him, "We'll talk at home, after I put the kids down for a nap."

He seemed to accept this, and there were no pestering phone calls or comments as she drove home, Lilly and Avery carefully buckled into the back seat, nor were there any pestering comments as they put the triplets down for a nap, and situated Lilly in from of the TV for a few hours. It wasn't until, as Peyton had asked, all the children were taken care of, and Peyton and Lucas were alone, sitting on the couch in the downstairs living room that Lucas began to talk.

"Peyton," He began, his voice a whisper, "I am so sorry. I freaked out."

"I noticed." Her voice was cool and she didn't look at him. "Lucas, I told you I was pregnant, and you acted like I told you the sun was out. You didn't do anything! You just turned around and went back to making dinner." She was slowly losing cool appearance and succumbing to the pure sorrow that she had felt when she had told Lucas she was pregnant and watched him walk away as if she hadn't said anything. "I didn't know what the hell was going on. You were so happy when I told you that I was pregnant with the 'lets. I just wanted to know what you were thinking."

"I was thinking that you were stressed out and you had said that you were done with kids, for now, and then the police called about Ian and with everything going on with Brooke and Haley, I just figured…" He trailed off, but she didn't need her husband to finish his sentence to know what he was going to say.

"You thought I was going to have an abortion." She said, now fully understanding her husband's behavior. He nodded mutely, pulling his wife closer to him, smiling when she let herself be moved closer to him. "Lucas, I wouldn't have, not without telling you. Did you honestly think I would?"

"Not tell me? I was an ass Peyton. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, and I wouldn't have particularly blamed you."

"This is our kid Lucas. I wouldn't . Period. Unless…" Peyton had spent most of the past silent nights trying to figure out what she wanted to do. She had decided that ultimately, it really didn't matter that it was going to be hard; she had to keep the baby, but now, with Lucas next to her, she was wondering if that was what her husband wanted, and whether or not it was his decision at all.

"No, no. Of course I want this baby. I told you that I wanted it all with you Peyton Scott, and I do. I want the sleepless nights, and the complete tiredness and the never knowing what on earth is going on, and I want that little baby in my arms."

Peyton smiled softly, curling up closer to her husband. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He waited a few minutes before he started to talk again, basking in the comfortable silence that surrounded them. "So, what happened at the doctor's today? Everything okay?"

"Kind of." Peyton said, frowning as she felt her husband tense. "Now, before you freak out, they're all healthy, but the doctor was just a little bit concerned about Avery not being as aggressive as Brody and Bailey, and he's afraid that when they start to talk, she's going to lag a bit because she's more passive."

"Okay then, we can help her, right? Talk to her, spend some time alone…"

"Yeah, yeah. He was also really worried about Lilly though."

"What, what's wrong with Lilly?"

"The doctor's think that she might be suffering from a mild case of depression. They think it would be a good idea to send her to someone, just to talk with for a little bit."

"Like a shrink?"

"Yeah."

"What do you think?" Lucas asked after a second, not really sure what to say.

"I went to a children's physiologist right after my mom died. It helped, but my dad didn't like the idea so he pulled me out. I don't really know though."

"It helped you?"

"A little. I'm sure it would have helped more if I talked to him, but my dad was so upset that it was nice, just knowing that I had the option to talk."

"Okay then. I'll make some calls tomorrow and see what I can find out, okay?" Lucas said, sighing. He wanted to do whatever he could to help his little sister.

"I have some references." Peyton admitted, smiling sheepishly. She pulled out the sheet of paper and laughed as she read the small note on the top. Forgot to mention, start on solid foods soon. Call. Was scribbled on top. "Coop." She sighed under her breath, rolling her eyes. "I'll call tomorrow morning." She said to Lucas as she handed him the piece of paper. "But right now, I am going to take a nap. I am so tired I can't stand it. You coming?" Lucas smiled happily as he got up, pulling her up with him and they walked up to the bedroom, where Peyton immediately flopped down on the bed, Lucas almost immediately following.

"Peyton?" He asked, curiosity in his voice.

"I'm six weeks along Lucas." She mumbled, pulling his arm, which was currently wedged rather uncomfortably between the couple around her and laying it on her still flat stomach. "And there's only one." With that last remark she closed her eyes, letting all her problems fall away with her consciousness. They could wait until she woke up.

A/N: So, what'd you think? I don't know how many people actually read my AN's, which tend to be long and full of information that most of you probably don't care about… But I'm figuring that if you're reading it, you care just a little bit, so I'll talk for a bit now, if you don't want to read it I suggest you stop reading… now. Okay, for everyone else… The original plan for the outcome of the last chapter was really different from what ended up happening. Originally, Haley was the only one pregnant, Peyton's dad was coming home and Victoria was being arrested for something that I hadn't thought of at that point. And then I started thinking about how people who do bad things in Tree Hill tend to not be seen getting punished, and after last week's episode (Which was one of the saddest episodes in a while) I decided that revenge was needed, hence the current situation. And for those of you who are confused (I swear things make sense in my head, but I want to be an editor, not a writer, so I'm not always sure if the writing make sense to anyone but me…) here's a fun summary. Peyton is pregnant, and Ian's going to trial. Brooke's mom is coming into town. Haley is also pregnant (not with the baby in the prologue, btw), and Carrie is going on trial as well. I thought it would be fun to bring Victoria back, just because she has so many ways to wreak havoc. Peyton and the Label, Haley and her music, her daughter… Other than that sorry about the lack of plot in this chapter (with everyone other than Lucas and Peyton), and anyone who had suggestions on genders and names for Babies Scott, please feel free to share… And, as always, review!