a/n: So this chapter is mostly fluff, but the next one is more drama, I promise. And also, the next chapter is already in the process of being written, so it's all about when I want to post it. The more reviews, the quicker it comes up. I hate to hold chapters blackmail like that, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
Let's get married tonight
Peyton's life was never easy. She had lost two Moms, had a part time Dad, got injured in a school shooting and even had her own psycho stalker, all before the age of 19. She was taught at a young age that she would have to fight for her happiness. Nothing would just be given to her. Nothing was easy. You couldn't get what you wanted out of life until you kick it in the balls first.
But this, this was easy. Driving in her comet with Lucas, top down, the wind blowing her hair all around and the stars so bright she could make out the dimple in his cheek. Her love for him was effortless. And for the first time in her life, the smile on her face was too.
They were married. Married. She had spent the last few hours as Peyton Scott, and she had to say that it had a nice ring to it. The drive back to Tree Hill was long and during the hours of the night, but she had never felt more awake in her life. She looked over at him and saw the bright smile on her face, and knew that it must have resembled the look on her face. Pure happiness. It just didn't get any better than that.
She threw both arms up into the night sky, letting the breeze flow through her fingers and let out a child-like laugh. Moments like these just don't come often she thought before scooting over to get closer to her husband.
He knew he probably should have been paid attention to the road, but he couldn't help but look over at her, to reach for her hand, to run his free hand through her hair.
He knew the answer to the question before he had even thought to ask. "Are you happy?" He could tell by the look on her face. He had never seen a smile so bright.
"Deliriously." He laughed a bit at her response, before turning the car towards the off ramp that read 'Tree Hill' it wouldn't be long until they were home now. Their home.
They walked into the house hand in hand and could hardly control themselves before they could get to the bed. Their bed. He spread kisses along her neck. "I'm sorry our wedding wasn't what we had planned." He felt like he had to say it, timing be damn. He wanted to give her everything she wanted.
She was unbuttoning his shirt when he had said that, and she stopped. "Don't be. I got what I wanted." She said, continuing her attack on his shirt.
And that was their first night together as an official married couple. Sure, they still had things to figure out. They had people to face and a pregnant ex to figure out how to factor into their lives, but they had something. It was their lives. The rest could wait until tomorrow.
They slept into the morning, tangled in each other's arms. They both knew that this would happen. They would wake up, still married, but still in the same predicament from the night before. But Peyton wasn't going to let that get her down. Yes, Lindsey would have this baby and Lucas would be a great father, but she was the one to have any future kids. She was the one he would grow old with. And that thought alone was enough to pull her out of the deepest funk.
She stood at the door of their room and peered in to her sleeping husband. He was so peaceful when he slept; it was almost a shame to wake him up. But that she could. She laughed as she took a step back and ran to the bed, jumping onto it and startling Lucas. He smiled at her as he shook the sleep from his eyes.
"Earth to sleepy smile." She said, lying down next to him. "I made you breakfast." She nodded, proud of herself.
He looked at her, laughing a bit. "And here I thought you couldn't cook."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't get your hopes up. You didn't marry Bobby Flay."
"Thank god." She laughed and slapped his arm playfully. These were the moments that they had nothing to worry about, and damnit, she was going to enjoy them.
"But I do make a mean toaster waffle." He wrapped his arms around her, and turned her over, so now they faced each other and she happened to be lying on top of him. "And plus, we probably have to face people at some point today. I think we have some explaining to do."
He shrugged his shoulder and shook his head. He was perfectly content lying here in bed with her all day. "Do we have to?" He pouted. There would be a lot of questions from their friends and family. He just wanted to enjoy her for a little while.
She smirked at him, letting her body sink into his. She ran her hands down his sides and watched his eyes for a reaction. She leaned in and whispered into his ear. "There is more where that came from." She bit his ear playfully. "After I show off my husband to my friends." She got up quickly. "Hurry up, your waffles are going to get cold."