An- Thanks for the much appreciated reviews, I love hearing your thoughts and opinions on the story. To clear up some facts: Firstly, sorry about the poor writing in the first couple chapters in the story, my Microsoft word was messed up. Secondly, Lucas proposing is definite for those of you who still had doubts and thirdly, did you see One Tree Hill last night? Leyton were so damn adorable at the end and I missed my Jamie.
Previously:
-Leyton/Kaylee fluff.
- Dan spends time with his grandchildren
- Lucas reveals his thoughts to Haley.
- Baley moment and Victoria surprises her daughter.
Disclaimer: I, by any means, do not own One Tree Hill, if I had; Lucas would've done a hell of a lot more than punch Julian.
"What are you doing here, Victoria?" Victoria scoffed harshly, feigning innocence as her spiteful, chocolate brown eyes stared at her 'imperfect' daughter; at least when it came to Victoria.
"I'm just being a good mother, dear."
"Really?" Laughed Brooke sarcastically, the sentence practically emitting her into suicide. "Says the 'mother' that is disgusted by her grandchild and sent me to fat camp when I was 10! Oh yeah, you totally deserve the mother of the year award."
"It was absolutely not my fault you were always a puffy child to begin with, I was just striving you to perfection instead of some oversized pig." She rolled her eyes as she took a once over at her daughter's bump once again. "Besides, as for that 'thing'-"
"That 'thing' inside of me is your grandchild!" Said Brooke in fury as she stalked over to her mother, her manolo's click-clattering through the thick floor faster and faster as her breathing became vast; the way her mother had called her child, like it was some disease sent her over-hormoned self skyrocket and Chase felt anger go through him as he saw his girlfriend's clenching of the jaw. Brooke raised a finger at her mother, her eyes darkening as she stared spitefully at her 'mother'.
"He is not some disease; he is my child, your grandchild!" She laughed harshly at her. "To think I actually had a bit of faith in you to believe that you'd be a good candidate to play grandmother when I forgot to remind myself you can't even mother your own child!" Said the Brunette, her harsh breathing gaining anger to resume into Victoria's system which Chase had to step in at.
"Victoria, it was nice meeting you, I suggest you should go." Victoria rolled her eyes as she saw 'this boy' who was obviously romantically involved with her daughter, wrap an arm around her daughter to calm her down and had to laugh at his voice filled with monotone when he spoke to her.
"Just because you are romantically involved with my daughter does not mean I answer to you, nevertheless Brooke." She turned to her daughter in disgust. "Funny how you let this hood rat impregnate you, all the more reason why you can't take care of yourself; nevertheless this company."
"He is not a hood rat!" Yelled Brooke as she stepped a hand into her mother's chest, pushing her backwards. "And I can take care of myself and this company just fine, I've been doing this job for the past 10 months, I think I'm doing great!"
"I knew I should've forbid you from seeing that charity case when I had the chance, look at you; you're turning into her, pregnant and unmarried."
"Peyton is my best friend not some 'charity case'!" Yelled Brooke outraged. "She's the one that has an ounce of love in her body to care about me, instead of some botoxed bitch I know!"
"You have no right to talk to me-"
"I don't care what you have to say mother; frankly, I don't know why I didn't kick your botoxed ass a long time ago. So please spare me the drama and get out, you can't have this company and I sure of hell will make sure of it!" Victoria glared at her daughter.
"You are such a child, stop throwing hissy fits and let me, a professional help you."
"No!" Said Brooke as she pushed her mother towards the door. "Get out!"
"You can't handle this company."
"We'll see about that, Bitchtoria!" Exclaimed Brooke as she succeeded in pushing her mother out the door.
Brooke shook vastly as she felt the anger that she possessed transfuse through her. She could feel hot tears slip down her face in anger and bit the urge to go back out the door and run her mother over with a car, laughing when she succeeded in killing her. She felt Chase's arms run around her, wrapping around her pregnant form and sank into it.
"She's such a- ugh!" She grunted as she ran her hands up in the air. She turned to Chase, kissing him quickly.
"I need Peyton." Rushed the brunette. "I'll see you at home." Ended the brunette as she threw Chase one last much needed kiss and walked quickly out the door.
"Sit your ass down, Peyton. I need you."Ordered the brunette strictly as she set her jaw and Peyton could only look at her friend wide-eyed, never seeing her angry in her twenty two years of life and sat down quickly. Brooke let out a deep breath as she saw her best friend cease pacing and sit down calmly, anger bursting through her as she remembered the day's events.
"What's going on, B?" Asked the blonde worriedly as she put a comforting hand on her friend and Brooke stood up in front of her, hands on her hips, her eyes turning fiercely dark.
"What's going on!?!" shrieked Brooke menacingly. "What's going on is the fact that Bitchtoria thinks she can just waltz into my store like she's the mother fucking princess!"
"Victoria visited you?"
"Oh yeah, and you won't be-lieve the stuff she said 'I'm just trying to be a good mother, dear', good mother my ass, she sent me to fat camp when I was 10 and called me puffy!"
"You went to fat camp?" asked Peyton with a raised eyebrow which Brooke had to roll her eyes at.
"I told you it was cheerleading camp."
"I knew something was wrong." Laughed Peyton, sending rage in Brooke's system.
"Peyton!"
"I'm sorry Brooke," said the blonde as she managed to stifle her laughter. "Victoria's a bitch, you know that."
"Yeah, except that's not what ticked me off. It's the fact that she waltzed in there, practically called me good for nothing, dissed you and Chase but most of all made fun of my child!"
"She did that?" Exclaimed Peyton, feeling anger burst through her chest.
"Yeah! The bitch actually looked at it in disgust, like it was nothing. It was like she wanted me to get rid of it and I know it's because she thinks it will ruin my 'image' "She clenched her fist, bringing her purse down on Peyton's desk with a bang. " To think I actually thought she could try and be a grand-mother, she couldn't even take care of me, my maids were my mothers!"
"Brooke-"
"I wanted to strangle her; I wanted to kick her vile deviled ass straight out the curb, anything. I hate her!" Peyton looked wide-eyed at her best friend as she started to shake violently in front of her, her eyes dark and horrendous as she breathed deep, ragged breaths.
"Brooke, sit down."
"I hate her!"
"I know, I know." Soothed the blonde as she maneuvered her friend into a sitting position. "Take a deep breath. You're having a rage blackout and it's scaring me."
"Rage blackout?"
"Release of pent up emotions." Answered Peyton, rolling an eye as she caught the eyebrow raised high in the air from the furious brunette. "Haley."
"I figured." She sighed. "I just- I hate Victoria so much, . How terrible am I?"
"You're not terrible, Brooke. It's Victoria, it's normal to hate a mother that hates you back."
"And the bitch says you don't care, who's the one that's caring for me right now."
"I'll always care for you, ."
"Hoe's over Bro's?"
"Always." Smiled Peyton as she bumped fist with the awaiting brunette and hugged her.
"I love you, ."
"I love you too, Mama Sawyer." Exclaimed Brooke as she put her head on her best friend's shoulder, she looked up at her with an eyebrow. "Now tell me about your little issue."
"What issue?" hurried Peyton as she turned crimson red which Brooke had to laugh at.
"The issue that has my bestestfriend blushing."
"It's embarrassing."
"Oh please, we're best friends." Said Brooke with a wave of the hand as she stared up at her. Peyton sighed as she recounted her story.
Peyton walked into the bedroom, a smile on her face. She had just eaten one of the best meals pregnancy can offer and had just started a game of step step party step with her bubbly three year old, only stopping when her belly had gotten in the way. All in all, she couldn't wait for her boyfriend to come home and hearing as the shower had just stopped, she knew he had just come home from coaching the ravens and waited for him on the bed.
"Hey babe." Exclaimed Luke as he walked out of the shower, towel on his bottom half and Peyton felt her breathing cut short as she stared at the man in front of her. Her husband was sexy she knew that, hence the baby growing inside of her; but the way his eyes electrified hers with his intensifying gaze, the way droplets of water spilled unto his face, the way his abs stood out; she suddenly wished she could run her hand on his abs, or fuck him until his eyes rolled back. She shook her head, trying to disintegrate the image yet it stayed a perfect, clear image in her head. She could hear his voice closer and closer and knew he was speaking.
"Peyton?" She clutched her eyes shut as his voice sent vibes through her body, her nipples hardening and felt herself getting hot the closer he got.
"Peyton-"and that's all it too for her to-
"So you just bolted!" Laughed Brooke as she pictured her friend, hot and bothered, running as fast as her protruding form would allow her, wide eyed.
"Yeah. " Exclaimed Peyton sheepishly which the pregnant brunette had to burst in laughter at. "Brooke!"
"I'm sorry." Said Brooke, raising an eyebrow. "Hunny, its normal. Broody is 'hot'!" at the glare she got, she put her hands up in defense. "Chill out, Mama Sawyer, he's all yours."
"I-"
"Peyton, relax. Its hormones, your on your way to the third trimester, your hormones are acting up and it's normal to feel horny. "She laughed. " It's not that bed; remember when you were pregnant with Kayls? You were so horny you tried to sleep with me!"
"Shut up." Exclaimed Peyton, embarrassed as she threw a pillow at her friend.
"Alright, alright. I'm gonna get outta here, P and you." She smirked. "Don't forget condoms, wouldn't want a second one." Laughed the brunette as she walked out of the room, winking at Lucas as he walked up the stairs. Lucas walked into his room only to be met with soft, lips connecting with his and maneuvering him unto the bed.
"Peyton wha-"
"Shut up and make love to me." Ordered Peyton and Lucas could only smirk as he shed off his pants; after all he's always been one to follow orders.
Lucas looked down at his hopefully soon to be wife and smirked at her as they both evened out their breathing before rolling off of her.
"Wanted me that bad, huh?"
"Shut up." Blushed Peyton which Lucas had to grin at, he loved that he was the only one that could make Peyton blushing.
"Blushing are we? Have a struck a nerve."
"Did I mention I want to kill you?"
"No you don't." Teased Lucas as he pulled her naked, pregnant form closer to her.
"You love me."
"Surprisingly." Teased Peyton which Lucas had to mock-laugh at before smirking down at her, a hand on his heart.
"Ouch, that hurt Peyton. " Said the blonde which Peyton had to roll her eyes at before giving him a sultry look.
"Want me to kiss it better?"
"You know me so well." Murmured Lucas, smirk intact emitting giggles to come out of Peyton's mouth before giving him a light kiss where his hands have once been.
"Better?"
"You missed a spot."
"Really?" exclaimed the blonde with a Sawyer brow raised high in the air.
"Yup, right here." Pouted Lucas as he pointed to his lips which caused Peyton to giggle once more as she kissed his lips, fully.
"Is it better, now?"
"Nope, I think you're missing-"
"Don't push it, Luke." Laughed Peyton as she snuggled into him.
"It was worth a shot." Murmured the blonde, smiling as Peyton giggled before gazing down at her and kissing her forehead, lovingly. "So, I have a surprise for you."
"I hate surprises." Groaned Peyton as she thought of the many surprises she had been forced to deal with for the past twenty two years of her life.
"You'll love this one, mostly because of me." Bragged Lucas which earned him a light smack on his shoulder.
"Stop yapping and hand it over, rakeboy." Laughed Peyton, earning a raised eyebrow from Lucas before he grinned and opened his hands to reveal tickets that made her squeal.
"Shut up!" Yelled Peyton in delight as she looked at the tickets in front of her.
"Front row."
"You got me tickets to see the clash!" at his nod, she tilted her head at him. "But you hate the clash."
"I don't hate the band; I just don't like the music so much as the words."
"You hate L.A." Stated Peyton with an eyebrow raised.
"But you love it there, besides I want to make my girl happy."
"Aww, Luke." Exclaimed Peyton sweetly as she dipped his head down and met him in a slow, gentle kiss.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Peyt." He said as he brushed the bangs from her eyes. "So much."
"I know, and I have just the way to thank you."
"Really?" Exclaimed Lucas as he eyed the smirk on her lips.
"Oh yeah, I'm thinking it's time for round two." Ended Peyton which Lucas had to smirk at before connecting his lips with hers, he knew that tomorrow, in L.A he'd propose to Peyton Sawyer and she would hopefully become Mrs. Peyton Sawyer-Scott.