a/n: I am soo sorry that it took me so long. A lot, I mean a lot of shit has gone on in the past two weeks or so. I can't

explain it to justice, so I won't. Just know that I didn't really have it in me to write a love story. But I will try my best to

do better. A chapter up within a week. Promise.

How could this have happened?

Peyton had tried to wait up for him. She layed on their bed and thought about all the future nights they would share in it

as she waited for her husband to return. From seeing his ex-fiance. Who was carrying his baby. Well, no one could

ever call her life simple in anyway.

She felt her eyes slowely start to close as she shook her head. This was an important night. It could have gone two

ways. Lindsey could have understood and offered Lucas stories about what it was like to be pregnant with a

Scott child or she could have not taken it well. Peyton didn't want to think about that option. Even though her life would

be simpler without a pregnant Lindsey, she hoped for Lucas that it went well.

And with that final thought her tired eyes overcame her and she was asleep. She dreamt of beautiful Scott babies who

loved art and music. It could not have been long before she felt the shifting in the bed next to her. She knew instantly

who it was, even in her dreams. It was her dream. She put her hand on his chest and opened her eyes slowely.

"Hey." She said, scooting into him. "How'd it go?"

"Ssh. Go back to sleep." She had heard what he had said. But she had also heard something else about his voice,

that wasn't quite right. She lifted her head to see him laying there, with the clothes he wore when he left the house

still on.

"What's wrong?" She asked him. She could've gone back to sleep. But she knew that whatever it was, it would

still be bugging him. And that was enough to keep her awake.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." She yawned a bit, before positioning herself to be laying on top of him.

"Bull." She touched his cheek lightly. "Talk to me."

He sighed. He wasn't going to tell her anything until the next day, until he had time to figure it out. But looking

at Peyton, he knew that she just wanted to help him. To make his life easier. To help him find a solution to

his problems. And that was enough to break down any defense he had about not telling her.

"It didn't go well." His shoulders slumpt into the bed a bit more. "She doesn't want me to be apart of the baby's

life."

Peyton gasped quietly. "Can she do that?" She asked. She surely didn't want to be responsible for him not

being able to see his baby. And if she knew anything about Lindsey, she knew the reason why she was

shutting him out. It was because of her.

"I honestly don't know."

She didn't know what to do. She looked at him and sighed. "We'll figure it out, I promise." She kissed him.

It was all she could do to make him feel better. "I promise you." She kissed him again. Peyton rolled so she was

his side and snuggled up to him. "I promise." She said a final time before shutting her eyes. She wasn't sleeping,

she was coming up with a plan to change Lindsey's mind. At and means necessary.

iTwo days later/i

Peyton had to do a little sneaking around to get the infomation that she needed. If she had mentioned anything

to Lucas about this plan, he would have told her not to worry about it. That it was for him to figure out how to

rectify the situation. But she was his wife. And she knew the reason why Lindsey was upset. And she had to

help him.

She couldn't believe how nervous she was when she had to call Lindsey. She silently went over the talking

points in her head, as if that was going to come out from between her lips. She always had this way of

saying exactly the opposite of what she meant to say.

Peyton pulled her sweater tighter around her figure. She had to drive to New York to meet Lindsey outside

of her office. She had a feeling that if she would have just called her, she would have heard the dial tone

within a few moments.

She people watched the building, waiting for the familar woman to walk out. Peyton wondered how she would

feel if she was in the same situation, trying to sympathize. She figured that it would be pretty hard if not

impossible to carry the baby made by a man who was married to someone else. So she decided to be

sensetive. If not for Lindsey, then for Lucas. She knew what this baby meant to him.

And then she saw her. Her figure was a bit more rounded than the last time they had seen eachother,

and Peyton had no doubt that it was the baby growing inside of her. She stood up and dusted off

her pants. Before she had reached Lindsey, Peyton could tell that she had noticed her. She had

tilted her head to the side in utter confusion.

"What are you doing here?" It was a plausable question, god knows that Peyton would have said the

same thing.

"I think we need to talk." Peyton said calmly. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as she thought.

"I can't imagine what about." Lindsey said, starting to walk away.

And Peyton had no choice but to follow her. "About Luke. About you. About how this is going to

work."

"It's not going to. And that is what I told your husband." Ouch. The word husband slipped from

her petite figure like a boxer with a sharp hook to the right.

"Lindsey, listen." Peyton grabbed her elbow gently. "You can't shut him out. He wants to be apart

of your baby's life."

"Too bad." She had stopped walking at least, Peyton thought. She was entertaining the idea of

listening to what she had to say.

"He'd be a great Father. And it's not fair to take that from him because of me."

Peyton could totally picture Lindsey rolling her eyes at this point. "He should have thought about

that then."

She recognized the voice that was coming from Lindsey. It wasn't anger or resentment. It was hurt.

"Please." Peyton tried. "You shouldn't have to do this alone, and you are going to need his help. And

he wants to help you, just let him help you."

She saw Lindsey's shoulders drop a bit. Peyton was right, and she knew it. "Why?" Her voice was

small and quiet. Peyton almost didn't hear her.

She took a deep breat. She could tell that she was wearing her down. "Because just because things

didn't work out between you and him, doesn't mean that he would let you down with this baby. It's

apart of both of you." It almost killed Peyton to say that. This was something that Lucas and Lindsey

would always have together and she wasn't apart of that.

And at that, Lindsey turned around to face Peyton. She had tears in her eyes. Peyton silently exhaled

the breath she had forgotten she had taken. "Fine." Lindsey said, digging through her pockets. Before

long, she pulled out a card and handed it to Peyton. "Give this to him. If he doesn't show, then it really

won't work out." She took the card and with that, she was gone.

Peyton looked at the card in her hand. It was an appointment card. It had the name, adress of a Doctors

and most importantly, a date. It was Lucas's chance to be a Father. And she had gotten it for him.