"I don't think I'll be able to move tomorrow," Peyton sighed as she lounged against Lucas's chest in the bathroom, glowing soft orange light from the many candles Lucas had set alight. She wouldn't have made it to the rose oil scented bath they were now soaking in had Lucas not carried her bridal style to show her the sudsy romance novel masterpiece he'd made in the bathroom complete with music playing softly in the background-a mix he had made for her for one of their anniversaries full of love songs that reminded him of them.
Lucas chuckled and opened his eyes. "I'm right there with you Blondie," he sighed in reply, leaning down to kiss her neck. "It's worth it though. Tonight has been amazing."
"Mmmm," Peyton hummed back.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, leaning down to drop nibbley kisses on her shoulder that made the butterflies in her stomach start flying. She was quiet for awhile and he furrowed his brows.
"You aren't still thinking about that dream are you?"
"Mm-mm," Peyton shook her head, no, and it was the truth. That dream had disappeared and only served to make her even happier wrapped in the loving embrace of her husband.
"I'm just thinking how lucky we are. How lucky we are that we chose this path instead of so many others."
"Peyt," Lucas said quietly. "Any path we would have taken….no matter how bad things got or how many times our hearts got broken, I'm certain that my destiny would remain the same. And that is to be by your side. To love you."
"Oh, Luke," Peyton whispered, getting choked up at his words.
"I mean it," he said in a husky voice before lowering his lips to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She shivered, as his hands moved slowly over her body. "You're a miracle Peyton."
That statement not only made the tears that had been swimming in her eyes fall, but it also took her back to another relatively quiet night in their home when it was just the two of them….soon to be three.
Lucas briefly rubbed his eyes and rolled over to reach for his wife, slowly opening his eyes when he found her side of the bed empty.
"Peyton?" He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and peeked into the bathroom, a place she spent a great deal of time in now that she was at her seven month mark and the baby had decided her bladder made an excellent pillow. Finding the bathroom empty he walked downstairs, grabbing a baseball bat when he heard a small clatter.
"Peyton?" He crept into the kitchen and sighed when he saw Peyton rummaging through the freezer. A half eaten banana lay on the island counter along with a box of graham crackers.
He set the bat against the wall and walked up behind her, hoping she would find what she was looking for in the freezer so he wouldn't have to go to the store at three thirty in the morning. He'd run into Nathan once on a late night run. Both brother's just sighed at each other and held up their respective food items for their pregnant wives.
"Peyt?"
The woman jumped and spun, eyes wide with fright. "You jackass," she yelped, smacking his bare chest. "You scared the crap out of me," she sighed, placing a hand to her racing heart and the other on her large belly.
"I'm sorry baby," he couldn't help but chuckle. "You weren't in bed and I got worried."
"That I was giving birth in the kitchen? I think you would have heard me," she joked, turning back to the freezer. She squealed with happiness and pulled out a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia.
"Um Peyt?"
"Um-hm?" Peyton had gotten a spoon and was struggling to get up on the counter. Her favorite place to sit when she was having a midnight snack.
"What's with the banana and crackers," Lucas asked, while helping her up.
"Oh the banana is the reason I came down here. I woke up really wanting one and then I didn't want it anymore. Can you hand me those graham crackers?"
Lucas grabbed the box and handed them to her. She opened them up and crumbled them into the ice cream while Lucas looked on with eyebrows cast upwards. It wasn't as gross as some of the stuff she'd eaten before, but it was definitely weird. Peyton was a quantity eater, not quality. Watching her shove food in her face was actually kind of amazing to watch, yet she still remained surprisingly trim. Peyton had that perfect basketball belly and it drove Haley insane. It being her first pregnancy her doctor wanted her to gain more weight and Peyton happily tried to oblige by eating everything in sight.
"Sorry I worried you," Peyton said around a mouthful of ice cream and graham crackers. Lucas dumped the banana in the garbage can and walked back to his wife, who was currently trying to balance the pint of ice cream on her belly. It was incredibly cute watching her try to balance thing on her belly and the look on her face when she made something stay was priceless. It had eventually become a game for the two of them when they were sitting on the couch together.
"It's okay," Lucas smiled after a beat.
"No really Luke," Peyton sighed and for a moment Lucas thought she was going to cry. It was a strong possibility these days. In her seventh month of pregnancy Peyton was difficult to handle. She was constantly moody constantly horny and always hungry. If she wasn't trying to have sex with him, she was picking a fight or doing her damndest to finish everything in the refrigerator.
"I've been bitchy and combative an-I've been me times a thousand and I'm sorry. You've been so good with me and so patient and I don't des-"
"Hey," Lucas interrupted, placing a finger on her lips and stepping between her legs.
"Don't say it. Has it been easy? No, but Peyt you're like this because you're carrying my baby in there. I don't care how bitchy or combative you get. Or how many Downey paper towel commercials you cry at. You can set the AC as low as you want it. I'll just wear a sweater. Send me across the country to buy whatever you want to eat at whatever time. You can call me every name under the sun." He paused to smile as she giggled at him and then placed a tender hand on her cheek.
"Bring it on. I'll take it. Because we made a little person together and your body-God you're beautiful, beautiful body is nourishing them; keeping him or her safe and warm. I can't imagine what it must be like for you, watching your body change so much, but from my perspective…Peyton it's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. You take my breath away, sometimes. You're a miracle Peyton," Lucas whispered to her, his eyes staring at her in wonder as he was wont to do since her body began to expand.
"My miracle. And you are carrying our miracle and for that alone I should be the one thanking you."
"Luke," Peyton whispered, tears bathing her cheeks. He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, nuzzled her nose and kissed her gently. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Blondie. I know you're uncomfortable and it sucks, but two more months and we'll finally get to meet our little guy."
"Or girl," Peyton added with a wink. Smiling happily, Peyton took another bite of her ice cream. How could life be any better? She had ice cream(which was SO hitting the spot),the love of her life gazing at her as though she was a sunset, and she was about to be a mother.
"Can I have a bite?"
Peyton paused, her mouth full, she removed the spoon from her mouth and mumbled, "No," which was followed by a giggle at the shocked look on Lucas's face that was quickly followed by a pout. Laughing, she fed him a bite.
"You know," he began with a voice low and gravelly. "The reason people love ice cream so much has to do with the texture and feel of it on your tongue," He took the carton from her and fed her a bite.
"The lipids in the ice cream are what make it so attractive to our tongues," he continued as she swished it around in her mouth with a sigh. "It's smooth and cool and thick. The sweetness and the taste are just bonuses."
"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me," Peyton sighed. Lucas chuckled and leaned in the rest of the way to meet her kiss.
Her tongue was cold and sweet as it snaked into his warm mouth. He moaned, opening his mouth to her and tasting the sweetness of her mouth with his own tongue.
They broke their kiss and Peyton opened her mouth for more ice cream, which Lucas gladly fed to her before swooping his mouth down to hers and giggling they shared the bite. They finished the entire pint in that fashion and it really got them in the mood.
Peyton had been horny for her entire pregnancy so far and Lucas had been more than willing to oblige her whenever and where ever she wanted sex. Although ever since the day the doctor told them the baby had developed ears and ear drums and "yes it could hear them," it made him wonder if this would have any sort of psychological effects on their child.
Loosening the ponytail so he could run his fingers through her hair Lucas made out with his wife a bit more on the counter before lifting her down. They went back upstairs after Lucas vetoed Peyton's plea to do it on the kitchen table. He pictured them both toppled off from all the extra weight, but he wouldn't tell Peyton that for fear she wouldn't speak to him the rest of the night and the next day for basically calling her fat.
"What are you smiling about?" Lucas asked, nuzzling her cheek.
"Just a happy memory," she replied, leaning back against him.
"There's a lot to chose from," Lucas smiled.
"Yes there are," Peyton murmured as she lifted herself up and turned to straddle Lucas's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he in turn enfolded her in his arms, wrapping her up like a cocoon.
Lucas shivered, letting out a shuddering breath. Peyton had the softest skin he had ever touched and it was astonishing to him. The feel of it against his bare skin was nothing short of orgasmic. "Hey Peyt?"
"Mm hm," Peyton murmured, brushing her lips softly over his cheeks and then giving him an Eskimo kiss. Pressed a finger to his lips exploring the luscious shape and velvety texture.
"Lets make another memory," he whispered, kissing the tip of her finger. Peyton whispered a quiet yeah and replaced her finger with her lips.
...Um...Peyton in last week's episode was...um wow. I'm am now convinced there is a brucas fan/Peyton hater (because we know they are one in the same) doing the writing for this show and Mark is letting this shit slide because he doesn't want brucas fans to hate him for continuing with the way the show was meant to go and by that I mean not ever having Lucas and Brooke together ever again. That's my theory and I'm sticking to it until further notice.
I felt bad for Lindsey before, although who says yes to a proposal after fighting with their boyfriend about his ex who you both know he is still in love with or at the very least is not over?