I own nothing—thanks for the reviews. It took me forever to write this and I'm still not completely happy with it.
Let him know that you know best,
'Cause after all you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense,
Without granting innocence.
Lay down a list of what is wrong.
The things you've told him all along.
Pray to god he hears you.
And I pray to god he hears you and,
The next day was fairly uneventful for the curly blonde. She got up, ate, showered, and sat down to start some much delayed homework. She was on the last chapter of the book she was reading for English when the house phone rang.
"Hello", she greeted absentmindedly.
"Peyton", the other voice seemed to question.
"Jake?"
"He—hey, how're doing?"
"I'm good . . . what's up?" she asked in confusion. They hadn't spoken since he left town.
"Oh, I—I saw the news actually, I wanted to check in on everything."
Peyton smiled softly. "Umm, things are okay. Lucas is in Charlotte now talking to the lawyers."
"How are things with you two?"
Peyton's face contorted as she thought of an answer. "We're . . . I have no idea. But I'm pretty sure we're somewhere", she said confidently.
"That's great", she could hear the sincerity in his voice.
They continued to talk about everything. Her situation with Lucas, the progress of her pregnancy, and the fact that she still had no nursery set up.
"Hey momma Sawyer", Brooke chirped as she entered the house. Peyton waved.
"Brooke's still living with you?"
"Yeah. She keeps complaining, but she never leaves", the blonde teased as she smiled at Brooke.
The brunette raised a brow and nodded to the phone. Peyton mouthed Jake's name and Brooke instantly flushed. A movement that went unnoticed by the pregnant teen.
"Can you blame her? I remember what it's like to live with Peyton Sawyer, and its pretty awesome", they both laughed.
"Thanks . . . listen; I have to get some work done. Thanks for calling", she said sincerely.
"No problem . . . keep your head up", he told her firmly.
"I will. Bye, Jake."
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Peyton made her self comfortable once again. Her phone call with Jake had ended a few minutes ago, but their conversation was still reeling in her mind. He sounded genuinely happy for her. It's not that she was surprised by it, it just threw her off. When he left over a month ago, he wasn't exactly part of the Lucas and Peyton fan club.
She was glad though, that he seemed okay with everything. He had always taken the higher road, in any situation and this apparently was no different. She heard a giggle from upstairs and shook her head with a smile on her lips. After Peyton got off the phone Brooke sat around for a little and then headed off to her room to make a phone call. There was no doubt in Peyton's mind that it was Mr. Mysterious.
She picked up the book that had been discarded when the phone rang and opened it to the last chapter.
"Here we go", she muttered.
She had made it to the second paragraph before her cell phone rang. She didn't bother to check the caller i.d. before flipping the phone open.
"Hello", she said somewhat impatiently.
"Hello to you too", the voice teased. She instantly smiled.
"Hi", she said much softer then the first time.
"How are you?"
She sighed as a soft pain in her back made its self known again. "I'm okay."
She could picture him furrowing her brows at her hesitation. "You sure about that?"
She rolled her eyes but smiled none the less, "I have a little back pain, nothing extreme", she assured him.
"When I get back, maybe I can work on that for you?" He questioned gruffly. She felt her cheeks redden, but played it cool.
"Maybe", even though he couldn't see it she shrugged her shoulders.
"So, what are you up to?"
"I'm trying to get some English work done, but it seems my popularity has sky rocketed", she joked.
"Is that so?"
"Yup, you're my second phone call of the day."
"Wow, two whole phone calls, what a social butterfly", he teased and she could imagine the smirk on his face.
"Shut up", she responded with a grin.
She could hear the commotion in the background and remembered where he was.
"How's everything going?"
She heard him sigh. "It's a lot harder then I thought it would be", he said honestly.
"I'm sorry, when you get back we'll talk about it all", she noticed the time and cursed. "Lucas, I really need to get some work done—"
"No", he all but shouted, "Just, I'll help you when I get back", his voice softened, "just stay on the phone, please."
"What's going on, Luke?" she asked softly.
"What do you mean?" he played innocent.
"You just nearly freaked out when I told you I had to go."
He sighed. "I just need to hear your voice."
"Why?" she asked in desperation.
"Because, that's what's gunna fix me", he said softly.
And so she talked his ear off.
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Her phone call with Lucas had ended about ten minutes ago. She tried to concentrate on the stupid book, but it was a difficult task. He sounded so worn down and genuinely tired. She shook her head and made a promise that when he got back they would do anything to get his mind away from Dan and all that, at least for a little while.
She nestled into the cushions of the couch and started paragraph three. Then the doorbell rang. She needed to finish this book.
"Brooke", she yelled pleadingly. She waited for an answer, but got none; the doorbell rang again.
"B. Davis", she pleaded. Again she waited and got no answer. She threw her book on the couch and grumbled as she got up. She opened the door and grumbled even more.
"Peyton, please", the dark haired Scott begged as she started to close the door.
"What do you want, Nathan?" she asked with annoyance in her voice.
"I want you to forgive me!" he said exasperatedly.
"Well, tough", she bit back. She went to close the front door and Nathan felt his anger rise.
"I don't get why you're so mad", he yelled.
She pulled her door back open and stared at him in disbelief.
"You could have died!" she pointed a finger at him scoldingly.
"But I didn't!" he stretched his arms out.
"Nathan, you jumped off of a bridge and into a river", she stressed with a shaky voice. This pain was growing, but she couldn't let that take over.
"So did Lucas!" he reminded her.
"He wasn't trapped in the damn limo! And trust me, he got his earful, from me and Haley", she stressed the fact that his best friend had yelled at him for similar actions.
"Peyton, I'm sorry that I scared you, but I'm okay", he stressed to her.
"Nathan, did you even think about what would have happened if you weren't okay?" she questioned in anger.
"No I didn't! Okay, all I knew was that my uncle had just flipped over a bridge and was sitting at the bottom of some river. I couldn't let that happen to him. Not to Cooper."
"Damnit Nathan, you're having a baby. You left Haley up there, not knowing if you were ever going to come back. She was a mess."
"Peyton, I don't need you to tell me that. I know how she was and she gave me a pretty good yelling at afterwards."
"It's not even all about that. You were crappy to Lucas and have yet to apologize. You've been completely avoiding me, what if I needed to talk to you?"
"You have Brooke", he sneered out.
"What the hell does she have to do with this?" she questioned in a mixture of confusion and aggravation. He opened his mouth, but she unintentionally cut him off.
"Crap!" she yelled as she placed her hand on her lower back.
"I don't know!" he yelled and began to pace, "I don't know, I just . . . I guess that because you and I haven't talked much lately, I figured she was taking my place", he muttered.
He continued to walk back and forth, but she had tuned him out a while ago. The pain was unbearable.
"Nathan", her voice whimpered. His body snapped around and faced the hunched over blonde. Her eyes were filled with pain and his blood ran cold.
"I think I'm—I'm having contractions."
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness.
And I would have stayed up with you all night,
Had I known how to save a life.
How to save a life.
How to save a life.
So, this chapter was kind of a filler. But some parts I really liked. It was really hard for me to write the whole Nathan and Peyton fight—I'm not sure why though. Will Peyton and the baby be okay? Keep reading. Let me know what you think.
