August 21st, 2013, Nine a.m.
Nettuno, Italy
Peyton and Lucas' Beach House
"I hate you." Peyton growled, a scowl on her face, as she pushed her hair out of her eyes, and watched her husband drive away, both her sons in the car with him. Along with her asshole of a brother-in-law. "I really, really hate you."
"Sweetheart, it's not her fault." Her father chuckled, rolling his eyes at his daughter. "He wanted it too."
"Yeah Peyton." Brooke piped in, frowning as her best friend grew madder, and madder by the second. "For god's sakes, Peyton." She exclaimed, frustration seeping through her every word. "It's tradition! You'll see him tomorrow! All of them."
"But I want to see him now!" She pouted, hands on her hips, as she turned to face her Haley, hoping for some back-up. She instead found Haley smirking at her.
"Sorry Peyton. Just think of this as Peyton back for my hellishly awful bachelorette party." She winked at her quickly before rushing out the door just as soon as the last of the three cars holding Lucas, Brody, Chaim, Nathan, Jamie, Chase, Logan, Derek, Sawyer, Jake and Mr. Sawyer pulled out of the driveway.
Peyton knew that she was on her way downtown, to pick up the last of the wedding things, and make sure that everything was okay for the reception, and Peyton wouldn't be surprised if she planned to check on the bachelor party as well.
"Well, what are we doing today than?" Peyton sighed in resignation, falling backwards onto the couch, looking at her amused best friend.
Brooke smiled, and Peyton groaned as she thought of all the things that she wouldn't put it past Brooke to do for her party tonight. The brunette laughed at her best friends reaction, and she rolled her eyes, "Peyton, do you honestly think I would do that to you?" She paused, waiting for Peyton to agree, but when she heard nothing other than an unwanted "Yes!", she began to talk again. "I would not! We're all going to get our hair and nails done, and then we're going to get dressed, and then I promise you Peyton Sawyer, you'll be reunited with your husband by the stroke of twelve." The midnight wedding had been Luke's idea, and Peyton had fallen in love with the thought of being married under the starts as the days changed had immediately been to Peyton's liking. Not only would the day be completely symbolic to her and Lucas, and as a gesture of renewal, but it also meant that she and Lucas wouldn't have to spend the night before apart, just the day.
"What time are we leaving?" She wanted to know exactly how much time she had until she had to go wake her precious daughters up, as well as Lilly, Ollie and Jenny, to go.
"About an hour. Lilly, Avery and Bailey are getting their dresses at ten, I'm getting mine at eleven and Haley, Lindsay, Deb and Rachel and the girls are getting there's at eleven thirty. You're at noon." Peyton nodded along as she followed Brooke upstairs and was surprised to find all the kids were already up. "Just go get ready, and we'll all be waiting for you." Brooke instructed, and then pushed Peyton into her bedroom, leaving her to shower, get dressed and think about her wedding party.
The wedding party wasn't big, not at all. Just Lucas, Peyton, obviously, with Brooke as the maid-of-honor, Nathan as the best man, Lilly as a junior bridesmaid, Jamie as a "junior groomsman", and then the triplets as the flower girls and ring bearer. However, the triplet's created a problem, which was the leading reason why Haley and Chase weren't part of the traditional wedding party. They were the walkers. It was they who would walk down the isle with the three wobbling babies, making sure that Avery was stable enough, and not falling, and carrying the other two. At first Peyton had been worried that Haley might be a bit upset that she wasn't technically a bridesmaid, but much to the blonde's relief, she had taken it graciously, and if she was unhappy, Peyton couldn't tell.
Forty five minutes after Brooke had shoved her into her bedroom, Peyton walked out, wearing a pair of old jeans and a Red Bedroom Records tee. She quickly made her way downstairs, and then ushered everyone into the car, eager to get the bridal shop that she knew all the dresses were waiting for her at.
The dresses were perfect, just as Peyton had imagined they would be. Lilly's dress, like the rest of the dresses, and tux's for that matter, was completely black, with thin straps at the top, and a champagne sash that cut across the waist. Lilly had picked it out herself, and it looked absolutely gorgeous with her pin strait hair. Originally, she had been the flower girl, but after as soon as she had told her husband of the idea, the image of Lilly dressed in the white gown, with a wreath of flowers on her head, as she walked down a different isle, followed by a different bride, had popped into her mind, and after a nearly hour long sobbing fiasco, that plan had been changed.
Lindsay, Rachel, Deb, Haley, Ollie, and Jenny and were also wearing the champagne and black that the wedding party donned. Originally, when the wedding had just been a small, beach front affair, they were all the guests, so the obviously wouldn't have had to match. However, after Brooke got a hold of the guest list, and managed to invite half of Tree Hill, half the town the town they were staying in, Lucas and Peyton had decided that even though they weren't technically part of the wedding party, they wanted it to be known that they were their family, and so the invitations had been sent out with a request that no one wear black, or champagne.
August 21st, 2013, Nine p.m.
Nettuno, Italy
Peyton and Lucas' Beach House
"Mama, Mama, Mama!" Peyton tuned around, searching for the source of the cries, and smiling when she was Avery toddling into the room. She moved quickly over to the baby, picking her up.
"What's going on sweetheart?" She placed the brunette on the bed careful not to harm the flower girl dress that she was wearing, the exact same as her sisters, white with champagne accents in the pleats of the skirt.
"Aunt Brooke said brush." Peyton smiled at her daughter and nodded, grabbing a brush before crawling onto the bed as well, and pulling Avery into her lap.
"So how's my baby girl doing?" She asked, moving the brush slowly though the curly brown hair, knowing exactly how to do it so that it wouldn't hurt, a trait she had perfected growing up with hair exactly like her daughters'. When she finished, she grabbed the bow that was on her dresser and fastened it securely onto her daughters hair, kissing the top of her head as she finished. "What do you think? Is my baby pretty?" Peyton laughed as Avery smiled upon seeing her reflection in the mirror. These were the moments that she treasured, the moments that she knew that she could give her daughter, that she was sure her mother had given her. She could almost imagine this scene twenty-odd years before, minus the wedding dress and the Italian sea. She could picture a little girl that looked nearly exactly like Avery, with tiny blonde ringlets instead of brown ones, giggling at her reflection as her mother held her, loving the little person in her arms more and more with every growing second.
"Why cry mama?" The little girl asked, turning her head towards her mothers, where tears were sure enough, falling down her face, though Peyton knew that if they ruined her make-up, Brooke would kill her.
"Baby," She said, laughing, putting Avery down on her bed, "I just love you so much."
"Me too?" Peyton spun around, her smile growing as she saw her oldest daughter, kneeling, in front of her. Peyton nodded vigorously before picking Bailey up and setting her on the bed with her sister.
"Course I love you both."
"And you know I love your little P. Scott L. Scott genes, but its ten thirty, and I have to get your mother ready." Peyton laughed as Brooke and Haley walked into the room, Haley holding the dresses that Peyton was sure were hers' and Brookes' and Brooke holding the wedding dress that was designed by her, in the wedding shop downtown.
"But we want to stay!" Bailey said, speaking, as she often did, for both her and her sister. Avery only nodded.
Brooke looked at Peyton, her eyes bright with augment. "P.?"
"Let them stay. Please?"
Brooke nodded before placing the dresses on the bed, careful not to get them near the girls, "Let's get you ready to be married then."
August 21st, 2013, 11:55 p.m.
Nettuno, Italy
Peyton and Lucas' Beach House
"You ready for this Honey?" Peyton looked up, her hair, done by Brooke, swaying over her shoulder, behind her veil. She tore her eyes reluctantly from the scene in front of her, in front of the pane of window she was looking out, anyways.
"Course dad. Are you?" She walked over to where her dad was standing, buy the door. She knew that directly outside that door was the hill that was covered in the greenest grass Peyton had ever, lit up by strings of lights, and lanterns, hanging from an elegantly decorated line. Down the middle of the hill was a cobblestone path, illuminated by ground lights, and speakers that looked like rocks, with the exception of the power lights on their tops. Towards the bottom of the slope, where it flattened out, just before the grass turned to sand, were the chairs, lined up in perfect row's on ten, all one hundred of them. What she was desperately trying to see, however, lay beyond that. Her husband, her brother-in-law, her nephew, and the minister were all standing, barefoot, on the beach just before the tide reached out and touched the sand.
He nodded, smiling at his only daughter. "You look beautiful." She did. The dress was plain white, no designs, no lace, no beads. It was a halter, and the fabric was slight scrunched throughout the entire dress, creating an almost wave-like look.
Peyton blushed as the clock tolled twelve, and exactly on cue, the music began. Peyton rushed to the door, eager to see the procession. She watched, a smile on her face, as Lilly and Jamie started down the aisle, both walking perfectly instep down the pathway, and onto the beach. She felt her heart soar as she saw the look of complete love that Lucas gave his little sister, and the almost unnoticeable look of sibling teasing that passed between them. She didn't even notice Brooke slide up behind her as she watched her children toddle down the aisle. Avery was barley walking, and Peyton had to keep from crying, the sight of her walking down the aisle, not throwing any flowers, concentrating as hard as she could on not falling, though she did a few times, and Deb was right behind her to catcher her. Bailey was in Haley's arms, and she was able to toss the flowers, though from what Peyton could see, most of them were hitting her very pregnant friend in the face. Lindsay was right behind her, Brody in one arm, the rings in the pillow in his lap, and Chaim in the other, asleep, and ready to spend the rest of the ceremony in her lap, completely obvious to the fact that the last time Lindsay had been to one of Lucas Scott's weddings, she had been the bride.
Just as she hadn't seen Brooke appear, she didn't see her leave, not even noticing her absence until she heard the wedding march begin. She felt her father's tug on her arm before she had even really comprehended the sound of the music, and before she could even blink, she was out the cobblestone pathway, nervous as hell for some reason, though she wasn't exactly sure why, seeing as she was already married to the man waiting for her. She still couldn't see that man though, and the nerves grew in her stomach until she saw him, dressed completely in black, except for the champagne colored vest and tie, and the lily on his tux. She saw him and she knew, in an instant, that what he had said on that plane was true. Him standing there, their kids, the tangible reminders and creations of their love, standing next to him, proved him completely correct. No regrets, how could you possibly regret anything when you were as happy as she was?
She saw Bevin, Skills and Mouth out of the corner of her eye, more people from home, and people from the village, but none of that mattered to her. Not when her family was still on the other end of this walk. She resisted the urge to run the rest of the way down the aisle, and she patently waited for her father to give her away. She patiently waited through the first part of the service, her eyes never leaving her husbands, so caught up in her own world that she didn't feel the tug on her skirt until she saw Lucas' eyes dart from hers.
She turned around, looking down, horror in her eyes as she saw Avery at her feet, tears in her hazel eyes. "What's wrong baby?" She asked, completely disregarding the ceremony, and bending down to her daughter's level, letting her dress sweep through the sand.
"I miss you." She whimpered, and Peyton barely had to think before the girl was in her arms, and the ceremony continued, the little baby resting on her mother's hip, her brown hair blowing in the midnight breeze. The rest of the ceremony was short, and only the vow's remained when Peyton once again felt herself drawn out of her husband's eyes, this time by his voice.
A/N: Next part should be up within two days. Review please. 135?