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Previously:
-Breyton have a little moment.
-Nathan and Luke have some brotherly bonding.
Karen and Lilly discover of Peyton's newly found pregnancy.
Chapter 24-Bearer of bad news
Lucas Scott frowned as he reached out for his pregnant girlfriend only to be met with the empty space that clouded worries in his body and the threshold of pillows surrounding it. He opened his eyes, putting on a shirt over his naked torso and jumped out of bed feeling panic settle through him, hoping that kidnapping # three wasn't about to occur, even if Derek was dead. He felt panic hit him harder as he heard the loud noises that echoed through the room and grabbed his all too familiar bat, gripping it tightly. He walked down the set of stairs, hearing the movements get louder and louder and followed its movements to the kitchen, the grip on his bat getting tighter at each and every step.
"Put your hands where I can see em' and no one gets hurt!" exclaimed the blonde brother, his heart restoring to his regular motion as he saw the wide-eyed frightened blonde that jumped back as far as her pregnancy of 11 weeks could allow her. He watched as she spun around, her eyes wild and fierce as she ran a hand over her perturbed belly.
"God-Luke! You scared the shit outta me!" whispered the blonde loudly as she managed to restore her breathing, glaring at him before smacking him lightly in the chest, satisfaction clouding over her at the cry that echoed the kitchen.
" That's what your filthy ass gets." Mumbled the blonde, anger still buzzing at her as she tried desperately to get up on the kitchen counter, failing desperately as her belly was getting in the way. Lucas chuckled quietly to himself as he hoisted the blonde on the counter, emitting a heated glare from the blonde that would make anyone slump into the pits of hell.
" Are you laughing at me!" cried the curly-headed blonde, incredulously. " I'm carrying one of life's treasures here and your laughing at me! You try carrying this baby and contact me when you crash and burn, bub." Huffed the 22-year old woman as she glared at him one more time. Lucas sighed and walked over to the blonde, wrapping his arms around her, relieved at the fact that she had sank into his embrace and mentally kicked himself for messing with a pregnant Peyton who was indeed induced with hormones at this very moment.
" I'm sorry, Peyt." He kissed her forehead. "Can you forgive me?"
" Someone's got to." Replied the blonde, carelessly which Lucas laughed at. He heard the thunder go off and looked out into the stormy, dark night and remembered his quest as to why he was here.
" What are you doing here at 3am anyway?" Peyton shrugged carelessly.
" The thunder woke me up and I grew hungry, my goal was to eat until you popped your big head in." mumbled the blonde, darkly and Lucas could only smile as he remembered Peyton had been overly-excited towards the doctors wishes to eat more since she was as skinny as a stick, and had been digging in to any foods that her hunger craved to since last week, she'd even gained 10 pounds. Most men would be disgusted by the fact, but to Luke, he could only admire how well pregnancy suited the blonde. Her cheeks were fuller, she had a tender glow on her face and the transformation her body had given her was one that he grew broadly accustomed to seeing to the fact that the blonde had grown larger curves and breast that enlargened greatly. He kissed her forehead.
" What's on the hunger list time?"
" PB&J." said the blonde delightfully; she rubbed her chin as an after thought. " Don't forget the pickles, honey and marinara sauce!" cried out the blonde with glee and Lucas did everything he could not to show the nausea that swirled around his stomach at her previous cravings, handing her the sandwich, which she squealed gleefully at.
" You're a life saver, Luke!" cried out the blonde, she kissed him long fully. " Want some?"
" I'm good," said the blonde, waiting until the curly-headed 22-year old had finished the remainings of her appetite before wrapping his arms around her and leading her back to bed.
" I love you, Luke. Mumbled the blonde, sleepily and Lucas could only grin, his grin lighting up the room as he pulled the blonde tighter to him before kissing her forehead, one arm securely around her abdomen, still amazed by the fetus that was currently growing inside her.
" I love you too, Peyt.So much." Mumbled the Scott man as he closed his eyes, feeling exasperation and tiredness rush into him, closing his eyes and letting much needed sleep over come him.
Brooke Davis looked up for what must have been the millionth time as the chime of the bell went off, signalling a passenger was entering her goal and her accomplishment, a company she was much proud of: Clothes over Bro's. She grinned at the brunette that walked in with a smile on her face.
" Hey Tigger." Exclaimed the mother and Brooke could only let her signature trademark grin grace her features as she moved to the brunette mother.
" Hey Tutor wife," Said the brunette as she pulled both mother and son into a hug. " What brings you here so early in the morning?"
"I thought I should come by and see what my little Brooke was doing." Said the brunette as a beatific smile came on to her face. " How are you, Brooke? I feel like we haven't talked in ages."
" It has," responded the brunette." We're so busy with our own lives we've completely missed out on our Baley moment."
" Baley?" Asked Hales, confusion and amusement twinkling in her deep, chocolate brown eyes that held certain laughter to it.
" Brooke and Haley, hello!" she rolled her eyes, a teasing smile coming to her face. " Sometimes I wonder how you're the English teacher." Teased the brunette, laughing as Haley nudged her playfully before sinking down in a chair-nearby.
" So what is my little Tigger doing?"
" Well before you so easily popped in." laughed the brunette. " I was finishing off my idea for the baby line I'm creating." She squealed, her hands clapping together excitedly as she held up an idea. " What do you think!"
Haley looked at the idea at hand in amazement and couldn't help but feel pride and awe rush through her for her obviously talented friend, she had gone far from the Brooke Davis she knew back in the day.
" It's amazing, Brooke! Peyton's gonna love it!"
" She better! I worked thick and thin for this you know!"
" Don't you mean, thick and through-"
" Thick, through- thick, thin. Same diff- either way you know what I mean." Said the brunette as she waved off Haley's corrections and Haley could only laugh.
" What about you tutor wife, what's happening in the lives of Naley?"
" We're fine, actually. Nathan's worked really hard to gain back my trust and I think it's working."
" That's great, Haley." Smiled the brunette. " I knew you guys would get back together in the end, you guys are like some kind of written fairytale. Your like written in the stars, I think Tree Hill's finally starting to change its ways and let happiness shine through this grudgy town."
" I've felt that too!" cried out Haley. " I haven't seen a single sad person for the past three months! Isn't that weird?" Brooke smiled as she gave her friend a hug.
" It's not weird, Haley. It's completely normal; I think we've suffered enough emotional turmoil for little ole Tree Hill to handle and it's time for happiness to cover up all the sadness we've induced in the past."
" When did you become the smart one?" teased the brunette, an eyebrow raised, and appreciation for her friend rushing through her. Brooke grinned.
" It's called maturing, Haley. You should try it some time." Smirked the raspy brunette.
"Already ahead of you, Tigger." She grinned as she hugged her friend once again. " I'll let you finish your baby line." Exclaimed the brunette as she moved towards the door.
" Hey Tutor wife!" cried out the blonde, smiling as the married brunette turned around to face her. " Don't be a stranger."
" You betcha." Was the last thing the brunette married woman said before turning around and exiting the premises, a smile clouding her face.
"Daddy!" giggled the three year old, " S-stop it!"
" Not until you surrender." Said the blonde father as he looked down at his three-year-old girl who was currently trying desperately to survive the case of the tickles he was throwing upon her.
" Never!" cried the blonde stubbornly and Lucas could only smirk as he resumed his position of tickling the three year old once again.
" Alright! I suwender!" yelled the petite blonde, scoffing at the smug smirk on her daddy's face.
"Thanks a lot, daddy!" she huffed. " Nows I wonts be ables to finish my picture!" yelled the three year old as she threw her daddy a heated glare.
" Let me see that." Said the 22-year old father as he moved behind his daughter to see the never-ending picture his daughter had been working on all day, full concentration edged on her face as did her mother whenever she was working hard on one of her drawings. He felt a wave of emotions enter through him as he saw the picture that made him look at the three year old in his arms with so much pride, admiration and love, wondering how the three year old could make a persons heart warm at the slightest things. He could faintly see the outline of what looked like 3 people, recognizing him as the blonde-headed tall one wearing a basketball jersey, Peyton wearing a leather jacket and what looked like the three year old herself wearing her trademark; ramones t-shirt and a pair of converse. What surprised him was the beatific smile the three year old held as she held what looked like a fainted- figure of a very petite baby. He smiled down at her.
" Is that supposed to be the baby?" She nodded and he smirked down at her. " I thought you said you wanted a baby sister." Said the father as he saw the outline of the blue blanket wrapped around the baby. She rolled her eyes.
" I changed my minds, daddy." She raised an eyebrow. " Dere, I'm guilty." said the little girl sarcastically and Lucas could only laugh. He heard the phone ring and bent to pick it up, not knowing that the person on the other side held news that would deeply hurt the citizens of Tree Hill. He hung up, sorrow immediately clouding over him and heartache growing inside him. He watched as Peyton walked into the room, taking one look at his face and frowned as concern flew in her.
" Luke? What's wrong?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily as he tried desperately to figure out a way to deliver the news to his pregnant girlfriend the easiest way possible. He glanced back at the three year old who had resumed her position of drawing her picture and lead Peyton into another room, hating to be the bearer of bad news.
" Luke, c'mon. You're scaring me." He sighed.
" Peyton- you know how your father went out at sea this fall?"
" Yeah." Said the blonde assuredly, nerves flowing through her. " Luke? What's going on?" He wrapped his arms around the blonde, as he felt tears cloud his vision.
" That was the boat administers from the boat your father was on. Larry wont be able to visit us this fall, Peyt." At her confused look, he sighed.
" There was a horrible storm yesterday and some of the crew members sank, your father just happened to be one of them. Larry's dead." Announced the 22-year old and he watched as tears flew down the perturbed woman's face as realization dawned through her, sobs escaping her mouth as she broke down in his arms.