Lucas sighed and rolled his eyes, plopping down on the edge of the bed, the phone still ringing. Peyton sat beside him. "Are you going to answer it?" she questioned.

"What for? Why do I need to talk to her? I have absolutely nothing to say to her." He fumed. "She's still your editor… no matter how much things have changed between you guys she does kinda control your book. Shouldn't you at least see what she wants?" she said quietly. Each word felt like knives stabbing into her. She didn't like Lindsey, it was no secret. Truth was she just wanted to know what she wanted.

"Fine… I'll answer…" he sighed and flipped the phone open. "Lindsey? Hey… I'm kinda busy right now, can we make this quick?" he questioned. His brow furrowed as Lindsey spoke. His expression fell and his mouth opened a little as if he was going to speak but no words came out. Peyton studied his face, trying to make out the expression, wondering if it were pain or discomfort, anger perhaps. The more she looked at him, the more it changed, morphing from one emotion to another.

"That's impossible…" he finally uttered. "There's no way that something like that could have happened…" he paused for Lindsey's response. "You're lying. There's no way…" he replied. He listened again to her answer. "Even if it is true, why didn't you tell me sooner? Do you have any idea where I am?" he questioned, anger clearly evident in his rising voice. "Lindsey. I'm in Vegas. I just got married a couple of hours ago."

Peyton cringed a bit wondering what Lindsey's response would be, curious as to what it was Lucas thought she was lying about. "Baby?" she questioned, putting her hand on his shoulder. He looked over at her, a clear mutation of confusion and despair clouding his eyes. "What's wrong?" she questioned.

He held up a finger, silencing her for a moment. "Lindsey, I can't handle this right now. I have to go. Please don't call me again." He muttered. He flipped his phone shut. Lindsey's muffled response quickly cut off by the snapping sound it made. Peyton searched his eyes again. "What was that all about?" She questioned. "Did something go wrong with the book or something? I mean if you need to hop on a plane to fix some issues, it's totally okay with me…" she said, standing up.

He reached for her arm, stopping her in her tracks. He pulled her back down to sit on the bed again. "Peyton…" he began, his eyes squinting and his brow furrowing into deep set wrinkles. "Lucas… you're scaring me. Out with it. Come on, it can't be that bad can it?" she questioned.

He nodded. "It can be that bad Peyton." He replied, his voice cracking slightly. He ran his fingers through his shaved hair. "Lindsey…" he paused trying to arrange the words he dreaded to speak. "She says she's pregnant."

Peyton's mouth dropped open. "No seriously. What did she say?" she questioned. Lucas' eyes locked on hers. "I'm serious… that's what she said…"

"What…" Peyton muttered. "You can't be serious…"

"She does have amazing timing doesn't she?" he muttered, anger flaring in his voice again. Peyton was dumbfounded. She sat silently for a moment. "What are you going to do?" she questioned. He shrugged. "I don't know…" he admitted.

"You don't know…?" she repeated, shaking her head slightly. A tear slipped down her cheek and he pulled her into a hug. "Oh, Peyton, I didn't mean it like that. I know I'm not going to just walk away from you…" he sighed. "You're my wife…" he pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes.

"I think she's lying. There's no possible way for her to be pregnant." He said softly, wiping the tear away. "Why would she lie?" Peyton questioned. "She has no reason to lie about… about something that huge… Lucas… if she's pregnant… you've… you've got to…" she stammered.

"I've got to what?" he questioned, furrowing his brow again. "I've got to run back to her with my tail between my legs? And where does that leave you?" he questioned. "Lucas…" she muttered, but he cut her off. "No, even if she is pregnant, I've made my decision, I've done what my heart has been telling me to do since the day I saw you… I love you Peyton, not Lindsey." He sighed. "If she's pregnant, I'll take care of my responsibilities. I'm not Dan." He muttered. "But I'm not going to spend my life with a woman I don't want to be with."

Peyton nodded slowly. "But where do we go from here…?" she questioned.

He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know Peyton… I really don't know…"