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This picks up two weeks after the birth in case nobody reads it in the chapter. There was no kiss in the hospital and I apologize, but maybe this chapter will make up for SOME of that. Next chapter will completely resolve that. The flashbacks just help to show some things that happened in the past two weeks.
But do you know
It doesn't change the way I feel about you at the end of the day
'Cause I know that all I want is what you got
All I want is what you got
Lucas walked past her room and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He stopped outside her door and lingered for a little while. That girl drove him crazy. They desperately needed to talk, but she avoided him at all costs. Sighing, he continued his walk to the kitchen.
It was a Saturday morning and Peyton was contently drawing in her room. She didn't have many chances to do this lately, so whenever she had a minute she sat herself down and went to work. It was a picture of her, Lucas, and Keith the day they came home from the hospital. Lucas's arm was around her shoulder and she was cradling Keith in her arms. It was hard to believe that that was two weeks ago. She was shading part of the doorway when the sounds of a hungry infant filled her room. She smiled in spite of that and rolled off her bed to begin her walk to the nursery.
When she first went into the hospital she didn't even have a nursery. She didn't even know where she was going to put one. All those questions and fears disappeared the day she came home.
"Come on", Lucas requested softly as he pulled on her free hand.
"Take it easy", she mumbled. He shot her an apologetic glance and she softened.
He nodded his head and continued to guide her up the stairs. She had no idea what had gotten into him. The second they walked into the house his eyes got a certain gleam to them and he rushed to bring her upstairs. If the circumstances were different she swore he thought he was going to get laid.
"Lucas, this is my dad's study" she said quietly, but with a questioning look. The white wooden door was shut and there was a red bow on it.
"Open it", he demanded like a kid on Christmas. She looked between him and the door and put her hand on the knob. Slowly she turned it and opened the door.
The room was a soft white. It had a basketball theme; which wasn't exactly a surprise. The furniture was all white also. She bravely walked into the room and opened the drawers; they were filled with baby clothes. The changing table had all the necessities. She continued to look around the room and Lucas spoke.
"I knew how freaked out you were about not having a place ready for the baby. I can't take all the credit though, everyone helped out with what they could. I think we did pretty well considering we had two days to do this", he finished with a shy grin, but Peyton never turned to face him.
"You did this all in two days?" she asked incredulously.
"Amazingly, yes."
He watched as she stared around the room in awe. "Nathan and I put the furniture together and did the painting and borders. Brooke and Haley went clothes shopping; a few of them are also Brooke's designs."
Peyton nodded and looked at the crib. It had a mobile that contained a plush basketball, sneakers, a jersey, a star, and a tiny hoop.
"Twist the thing", she threw him a glance over her shoulder and he blushed. "Do you know what the thing is called?" he challenged. She laughed and he knew he was right.
She did as she was told and an instrumental version of "The Way You Look Tonight" filled the room. Peyton sucked in a breath and bit her sudden quivering lip.
Lucas looked on with a worried expression. "Do you like it? If you don't I can call the company and they can send in a new one. I just thought that maybe—"
His rambling was cut short as the small blonde threw her arms around his neck. His arms rested on her waist and he smiled brightly.
"Thank you", she whispered with a smile.
She opened the door and stepped into the room. The cries that had been echoing in her room just a minute ago had softened into a little whimper. It was like Keith knew when Peyton was in a room. He became more relaxed and quieter.
"Is somebody hungry?" she questioned with a smile as she stared down at her son. The baby gurgled. She gingerly picked him up and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Let's go get you a bottle."
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Lucas and Brooke sat in the kitchen talking quietly.
"So, Papa Scott, what's it like?" Brooke asked as she placed her elbows on the table.
"Fatherhood is amazing", he beamed. "There's this whole little person that completely depends on you. Its part you, I helped to make a person. Someone that will leave their own mark on the world in one way or another. I still can't really get over it", he admitted.
Brooke smiled at his words. She knew how much Lucas loved that little boy. It was obvious in the way he held him and looked at him. However, that's not exactly what she was asking.
"That's touching, Lucas, but not exactly the answer I was looking for", he titled his head and sipped his coffee, "I meant, what's it like living across the hall from the girl you so desperately want to be with", she quirked her brow expectantly.
He coughed on the black liquid and had to stand to gather a breath. "Brooke, what the hell?" he gasped out.
She stared at him innocently. "Come on! I live here too, I see things."
He sighed and sat back down. "Brooke . . ."
"I get it, Luke", she stopped his sentence. He looked at her expectantly and she continued. "You're too scared to put yourself out there because you don't think that she can trust the fact that you won't revert into the shell of the Lucas she knew."
"You're good at this", he said simply. She shrugged and smiled.
"It's a gift. The way I see things, you two have a kid together. Either way you'll be tied to each other forever, what's the problem in trying for something more?" her raspy voice got quieter with every word.
He absorbed her words and was about to respond when the person of the hour walked in.
"Hey guys."
"How is my favorite godson?" Brooke questioned with a smile.
"Hungry", she said as she walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle. Lucas watched her movements from the corner of his eye. Things between the blondes had been awkward and needless to say they hadn't had a conversation unless their son was involved.
"I'll feed him", Lucas offered as he stood and held his arms out. Peyton smiled briefly and handed Keith over, the bottle was prepared and Lucas grabbed it on his way out.
Peyton sat in the chair Lucas had previously occupied and grabbed the glass of orange juice that was on the table.
"So, Momma Sawyer, what's it like?" she asked with the same expression she had asked Lucas.
"Motherhood is amazing", Brooke watched as she glowed. "He's my son. He depends on me for everything and I wouldn't have it any other way. When he smiles I smile and when he cries I still smile because he's doing something. It is the most amazing thing in the world and I cannot believe it happened to me."
Brooke smiled and tried to fight the sob she felt in her throat. She was thrilled that her best friend had so much going for her. She finally had the family she always wanted and rightfully so. She cleared her throat and spoke.
"That's great Peyton, but I wanted to know what it was like to live across from the boy that you desperately want to be with", she quirked her eyebrow again and waited for a reaction.
"Brooke . . ."
"I get it", Peyton stopped to watch the brunette, "You're too scared to put yourself out there because you don't think that you can trust the fact that he won't revert into the shell of the Lucas you knew."
"Considering we've been friends for so long, I shouldn't be surprised that you're so good at this."
"It's a gift, but seriously, Peyton, he lives here and he's the father of your child. Give it a shot, again", she added in quietly.
"You know, he wouldn't even live here if it wasn't for you", she blamed the brunette.
"Come on", Larry ushered his daughter and Lucas down the hallway.
"What now?" Peyton asked tiredly. Larry had been home for the past week and it seemed that he always had something to show the teens.
"I have a surprise for you", he said while pointing to Lucas. The blonde teen faced Peyton with a scared expression.
"He won't kill you", Peyton teased. "It's too late for that."
"Actually, we can never count that out", Larry joked. Lucas swallowed hard.
The older man rolled his eyes. "Come on, Rakeboy."
"Dad, this is your room", Peyton pointed out as all three of the stood in front of the white door.
"Right, well, I can't exactly take any of the credit for this, it was Brooke's idea", Peyton immediately looked down the hall in time to see the brunette close her door quickly.
"Mr. Sawyer?" Lucas questioned to door with a red bow. He knew what a red bow meant for his surprise for Peyton, but there was no way it meant the same thing for him. Right?
"Open it", Peyton saw the look in her father's eyes and had to hold a breath. Lucas did as he was told and could not believe his eyes. It was his room.
"Daddy", Peyton gasped out.
"I have to go back to work soon and even though Brooke lives here too, I would feel better if you had a male living here too. I talked it over with Karen and she agrees with me. Lucas is Keith's father and I don't want him to miss out on anything", they all noticed the regret his voice held.
"Thank you Mr. Sawyer", Lucas said gratefully as he extended his hand.
"Just take care of things around here", Larry shook the younger man's hand and they both looked over at Peyton.
"I will."
"It's not my fault I'm a genius."
"What about nosy?" she asked with a smirk.
"It's not nosy, it's caring", she countered with a smirk of her own.
The blonde smiled and looked around the kitchen. "I'm gunna try and get a nap in before Keith starts crying."
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She walked up to her bedroom and stopped at her door. His bedroom door was slightly opened and she could hear the soft music coming from inside. Biting her lip she walked across the hall and knocked on the door, opening it without waiting for a response.
"Hey", she said softly.
He looked up from his laptop and shut it quickly; putting it on his nightstand. "Hey you", his small grin made her heart stop.
"Whatchya writing?" she asked sweetly as she walked over to his computer chair.
He blushed a bit and cleared his throat. "Actually, I'm writing a book", he whispered.
Her mouth dropped before her lips curved into a smile. "A book?"
"Yeah, I figured since basketball won't work out in the future, I need something to fall back on. I just hope it doesn't end up sucking", he joked with a serious expression.
"Well, if you want I could read it", she offered.
He shook his head. "I would need an unbiased opinion."
"I can be unbiased."
"I don't think so", he saw her challenging look, "you're in it", she grinned and slowly stood.
"Please, can I read it", she begged.
He shook his head feverishly. She pouted and stomped her foot a little before turning to walk out of the room.
"Peyt!" she stopped her movements and faced his serious blue eyes, "can we talk?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "What's up?"
"We kissed and since then you've been avoiding me", he spoke in rushed breaths.
"Shut up! Nobody knows about that", she hissed out.
"So, you like you're new room?" Peyton asked softly as she walked into the nursery.
Lucas tore his eyes from Keith and faced the blonde. "It's unbelievable; it looks just like my room at my mom's house. It'll be weird not being there, I'm really glad that I can be here though", he looked again at the crib that contained the sleeping infant.
"It will be pretty great having you around . . . for Keith", she added in quickly. He took a step closer to her.
"Just Keith?"
"Well, I'm sure Brooke will enjoy torturing you", she teased. He took another step closer.
"So far Keith and Brooke want me", he counted off on his fingers, "what about a certain blonde?"
"Haley doesn't live here", she said with a serious expression.
She saw the look in his eyes and scrambled to leave the room, his arms wrapped around her waist and any whispered protests went unnoticed.
"What about you?" he whispered gruffly against her ear.
She blushed instantly and looked up into his eyes. "I guess I won't hate it."
"Oh really?" he questioned with a smirk. His fingers went to work on her sides and she giggled immediately. Her body squirmed closer to his and both their breath's caught in their throats.
"It might be pretty nice", she admitted through a whisper as their faces got closer.
"I thought you'd change your mind", he whispered back before crashing his lips onto her. They moved together in perfect sync. It had been a while since they kissed, but it was as if no time had passed at all. Lucas's tongue begged for entrance that Peyton was going to grant until the cries of a hungry baby broke their moment.
She pulled away from him. Both their lips were swollen and faces were flushed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Peyton cut him off.
"He's probably hungry", she muttered as she brushed past him.
"Lucas, we got caught up in the moment—"
"Oh please, Peyton", he rolled his eyes.
He was so tired of the two of them acting like there wasn't anything between them. That they were simply two people that had a child together. That would never be the case for these two and he knew it. He just needed her to know it and admit to it.
"Lucas, it didn't mean anything."
"A kiss always means something", he spoke the words each had heard many times before.
She shook her head and laughed cynically. She held her arms out at her sides and spoke angrily. She really did not want to do this now.
"What do you want it to mean?"
"I want it to mean that you want me!"
But this moment is all I've got
It's all I've got
Let me know what you think! I'm not sure I like how the Leyton part unfolded, but I re-wrote it at least three times lol. Be nice.
