"Nathan Royal Scott, you better take this blindfold off me right this minute!" Peyton demanded impatiently, tugging fruitlessly on the sturdy knot keeping the blue bandana over her sea green eyes. He smiled at her frustrated little sigh as Peyton threw her hands in the air before throwing herself back in the seat of the SUV. "Would you at least give me a clue?"

He chuckled greedily as he glanced sidelong at his passenger. He reached over the console and grabbed her hand. "You have to trust me, Peyt," he declared before turning his luxury vehicle onto a familiar street leading them to their final destination. It had taken a little maneuvering and a little more money to get this place, but thanks to a surprisingly willing Dan, Nathan had managed to get exactly what he wanted. "Besides, if you know before we get there, I am going to miss the look in your eyes when to realize how incredible I am. Trust me, you will be amazed."

"You are so cocky," she shot back as a slow smile slid across her lips. Peyton moved closer to Nathan on the bench seat. Nathan managed to negotiate the steering wheel and keep a firm grip on her slim waist at the same time. After a minute, he reached forward and flipped on the radio. Peyton smiled as she started to hum along to the acoustic ballad, her sweet voice filling the cab of the SUV. "Are you telling me that you don't listen to rap anymore?"

"Oh, no, I still listen to it all the time, especially when I work out," he countered. Music had long been a point of contention between him and the fiery blonde. She was always trying to get him to expand his tastes. "Although, I've come to realize that not everything you tried to get me to listen to back then wasn't so bad. I guess I should listen to you a little more." Peyton had stopped singing, causing him to turn his head to look down at her. "Hey, Peyt?"

The truck slowed down to stop at a red light, and Nathan turned to tilt her chin so that she was looking in the right direction. She turned her head instinctively to rest in his palm. "Yeah?"

"I love you," he murmured, reaching down to frame her face. He lifted her fingers to his smooth cheeks, the pads of her thumbs chasing over his jaw. She tilted her mouth up in anticipation as he leaned down to capture her mouth. Her ragged moan was muffled by his lips. "Nice try, Sawyer, but you're not going to find out until we get there."

Crossing her arms over her chest in defeat, Peyton cursed under breath and tried to sooth her racing hormones. She was usually pretty capable of seducing the truth out of Nate, but really, she just wanted to kiss him. "I love you too," she retorted. "How much longer?"

Nathan pulled onto the quiet street and pulled onto the side of the road in front of the picturesque two-story brick house. Lush shrubs lined the path up to the front door, casting a shadowing path along the cement. He threw the car into park before reaching for the knot of the blindfold and lowering it from her eyes. "We're here."

Peyton's eyes widened as she took in the familiar sight in front of her. She gasped inaudibly as she gazed through the window, trying to find her voice. Her eyes drifted to the second story toward the balcony porch and that familiar window. "How did you do this?"

"I have my ways," he answered mysteriously as he jumped from the parked vehicle. He raced around and reached for her hand to drag her out after him. Peyton looked up at the house in amazement, not believing that this was her surprise. "When you told me that you wanted to come home to Tree Hill, I wanted us to come back to the one place where I ever felt like we were really at home."

Peyton's house had been the one place where Nathan had ever felt like he could really just be with her. He wasn't under the watchful eye of his mother or the controlling thumb of his father. He wasn't the cocky basketball star or the most popular guy in school. He wasn't someone with a reputation to live up to or to live down. He was just Peyton Sawyer's, the boy who held her heart and the boy that she loved. They would spend hours in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, just talking. They would make love and dream and make plans. There might have been memories here with Lucas, but they were after them. The memories at the beach house included that night with Brooke, all those fights, his string of one-night stands and the aftermath of Haley. This house was their sanctuary.

Nathan let her into the house. Entangling their hands together, Peyton pulled him toward the staircase that led up to the one place she had missed the most these years away from Tree Hill. The door to her bedroom was closed. "I did a little something," he confessed as he stood in front of it so that she couldn't go in. "I hope that you like it."

Stepping out of the way, Nathan let Peyton go in first. Her built-in shelves still lined the walls. They had been scarily empty the last time she had been here, but now, they were once again filled with her rows upon rows of records. Interspersed throughout were symbols of Nathan's basketball career – various trophies, balls from noteworthy games, medals. She looked up at the shrine, loving that he had managed to entwine their two greatest passions in life. She stopped when she came to the middle shelves. There were framed photographs strategically placed among her records. There was a frame with three photographs – the ones they had taken that night in bed. There was one of Peyton and Brooke back in L.A. and another with Nathan and Jamie at the River Court. There was one empty space in the middle. "What's missing?"

"The photograph of my new family," he answered. "It's for a picture of you, Jamie and me."

"You bought us my house," she smiled. "I thought maybe you'd get the beach house or something. This is so much better."

He came over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind as he looked up at the shelves. "There were memories of other people there," he admitted. "All the memories I have of this place are just you and me. It was your home for a long time. Now I want it to be our home."

"I love it, Baby," she mused. "I love you."

"If you think you love me now, wait until you open this," he boasted before going to her closet. He returned with two thin wrapped packages. Peyton knew instantly that they were records but couldn't figure out what contributions he could have found lacking her expansive collection. "I know that you don't have these. I had your friend from the label check when she packed these up to ship here. By the way, your car will be here tomorrow."

"Yes!" Peyton cried excitedly. She had missed her car. She still didn't know that Nathan had another surprise coming with the car. He was determined to give her everything she'd ever wanted. With one final smile at him, she tore away the pretty paper to pull out the two records. "I can't believe you remembered."

"This was hard to find. It was an import," he teased her as she flipped over American Analog Set's Promise of Love album. It was the CD that was playing in his truck that night when they fought and he'd kicked her out only to leave her stranded. "I was such an ass to you that night, and I promised myself that if you would ever give me a second chance, I would kiss you the way that you deserved to be kissed with that as the soundtrack."

She remembered the bitter sting of the tears that night, how humiliated she had felt when he had left her. He had apologized and she had forgiven him. That was their pattern back then. He had broken that pattern when he got with Haley, but he had come to really value the idea of loving just one woman when he realized that woman was Peyton. "And this one?"

Nathan took the vintage copy of Bob Seger's Stranger in Town and ran his finger over the track listing until it landed on the title he was looking for. It was the seventh song on the album. "This song was playing in the car last week in L.A. when you told me that you loved me. I wasn't sure if you would take it back in the morning. I just knew that we had that night," he explained. "This is our song. 'We've Got Tonight.' It's everything that I feel for you wrapped up in some classic sappy rock ballad."

"Well, I know it's no Snoop, but I quite like it," she smiled. "And we have more than tonight. We have the rest of our lives, Mr. Scott."

"That we do, Peyt," he murmured as he held onto her with everything he had, "That we do."