Frozen in Ink

Chapter 11: In Black and White

"See I thought love was black and white. That it was wrong or it was right
But you aren't leaving without a fight And I think I am just as torn inside"

-Missy Higgins [Where I Stood]

A/N: A little bit of smut in this chapter, not too graphic but enough to say that it's a little M. You just have to read to find out who is being all smutty. [not too long, though] Guess! And then in your review tell me. :)

Chapter Dedicated to-ReeseHolden: You've been reading this story from the first chapters and I really thank you for your honest and always helpful feedback on this story. You have no idea how great they makes me feel and how that helps me pull out chapters like this, ones I hope you'll love.

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"Daddy Lucas," The small innocent voice of a little girl chirped.

Lucas turned around with a big grin on his face to see the petite little girl with long curly dark brown hair and big blue eyes with gold specs in the irises peering from behind the small pear tree in the back yard.

"I found you," Lucas said laughing and crotched down and began to tickle the little girl's belly.

She shrieked and Lucas picked her up, "Stop Daddy Lucas, Stop!"

Lucas carried her up to the front porch where Peyton sat in the swing with a small bundle in her arms.

"Hi, Mommy," The little girl said giggling as Lucas sat down beside Peyton on the swing.

"Well Hi there." Lucas leaned over and kissed her softly.

Peyton ran her finger around the check bone of her newborn and smiled. "He looks like his daddy."

"Hmmm," Lucas said looking at the little boy in Peyton's arms.

"He does kind of resemble the mail man, huh?"

Peyton hit him in the arm and he winced.

"That's not very nice mommy, you and Daddy Lucas say it's not nice to hit." She said shifting in Lucas's lap, to face Peyton.

Peyton smiled at her daughter. "That's right honey, but I'm married to Daddy Lucas so it's different."

"How?" The four year old asked her mom.

"Well honey, when you marry someone um um…" Peyton trailed off.

"What your mom means to say was that she shouldn't have hit me, she still loves me though. Right Peyt?" Lucas smiled at Peyton and back at the little girl sitting in his lap.

"Of course, I love you all very much." She looked back at her and Lucas's newborn son and smiled at the sleeping baby.

"You got all your stuff packed, munchkin?" Lucas asked tucking the stray curls behind the child's ear.

"Yeah, hon why don't you go in your room and make sure everything's packed up. Your daddy will be here soon." Peyton said touching her daughter's shoulder.

The little girl jumped off of Lucas's lap and went into the house.

Lucas looked away visibly upset.

"Hey," Peyton said grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers, her wedding band pressed into his palm.

"You okay?" Lucas shook his head.

"I hate when she leaves." He said genuinely. "I know I'm not her dad but I love her and it just hurts when she goes away with him."

"I miss her too, Luke."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not as important to her you know. My heart aches when she leaves, it really hurts."

"Aww Luke, honey." Peyton said gently. "We are a family, all of us. You are a father to her. Just like my mom and Ellie where both mothers to me. She loves you honey, you know that. You matter to her. She always wants to you read to her and wants you to be the first to hear her little stories."

"You mean that Peyt?"

Peyton pressed a kiss to Lucas's forehead.

"You bet."

Lucas ran his fingers over his son's brow.

"I love you, wifey." He said admiring his son and then her. They were both so beautiful.

"I love you too,"

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Lucas awoke with a start, sitting up with sweat dripping down his brow. It was all a dream, the life with Peyton, the baby boy in her lap, and the little girl who called him 'Daddy Lucas'. The images haunted him, it all felt so real. He loved Peyton, he felt that all the dream really meant was that he missed Peyton and that's what he wanted with her, a family. What he didn't know that across town Peyton had had the same dream and was equally haunted by it. The only thing Lucas couldn't explain was why he couldn't go back to sleep no matter how hard her tried, so he did what most creative minds do when they cannot sleep, he practiced his art.

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Peyton sat up in bed and brushed her fingers around the edges of the ultrasound photo. In the black and white and equal shades of gray in the photo held the picture of her daughter. She closed her eyes going back to the dream she had just had, the little girl with the curly dark brown hair, which was her baby, the one who was now safely nuzzled inside her womb. She felt the warm salty tears flow down her cheeks and she wiped them away. That was what she wanted her future to be, her, Lucas, the baby. Peyton wanted that family but the question was could Lucas still love her after everything that had happened. Could he really love her if she was having his brother's child? That was the question she had been honestly wrestling with since she found out she was pregnant.

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The Next Morning

Haley was beginning to hate Mondays, no one ever really likes them, except for her, she found them refreshing, a new week, a fresh start. That's how she use to think of things anyway, but now she was no longer very positive, Nathan was refusing to get help and hadn't been coming around, which she now knew that she had to act on her empty threat of divorce. She didn't really want to divorce him, she had only held the smallest little glimmer of hope, kind of like when the there is a little beam of light on the ocean when it's a cloudy day, she wanted him to change, she wanted the clouds to roll away. Jamie was so upset, she didn't really know to explain to him what was going on, and she herself didn't know anything, so how could she explain that to her four year old. She just couldn't. She couldn't get through to her students, everything, everything was really falling apart. She didn't want to sit there and wallow in her own self-pity, but yet as she sat at the kitchen table drinking her third cup of coffee she couldn't just be hopeful anymore, she had no more stars left to wish on, she had no wishbone to break, she was empty and that scared her.

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"Hey Peyton," a voice chirped with a knock on the hard wood of her door.

Peyton sat at the end of her bed tying her shoe; she looked up to see Julian at the door.

"Oh hey Julian," She finished the knot of her running shoe and smiled at him.

"You mind if I come in?"

Peyton laughed softly. "No, come on in."

Julian sat down beside her at the foot of her bed. "So tell me about the appointment."

Peyton got up quickly and walked over to her desk and grabbed the ultrasound pictures.

"Here," She said handing them to him.

Julian eyes glazed over the pictures of the gray little form on the images. "Amazing," She sat back down beside him.

Peyton pointed at the picture. "There's the hand," She said pointing it out.

"Looks like it's waving," Peyton smiled.

"I think she is."

"It's a girl?" Julian asked, looking at the next photo on the strip.

"Yes, I'm having a little girl," "Looks like you're very smart."

They both chuckled. "Are you happy, Peyton?" Julian asked her, his face was serious, he cared. In that moment she wanted to reach over and kiss him, not because she still had feelings for him, but because he really cared for her and the little baby growing inside of her.

"I guess I'm happy, I miss him." She added softly.

"I know you do, Peyton." He knew who she was talking about.

"I think I'm happy, I'm happy about this baby, I love her. But I'm not happy with the circumstances, I'm not happy that one day I'll have to do this all by myself. You'll leave, Brooke will have a life. I'm happy that right now I don't go to work every day. I miss my job and my company but just having it on a little break for a while, while I figure out everything has been good. I'm happy that I'm healthy, and I'm happy that I'm here, alive, breathing. I'm happy that I have people who really care about me, but everything else isn't really making me happy."

Julian took her hand in to his. "Lucas and Haley?" he asked as if he could read her thoughts.

She nodded and felt tears began to prickle around her eyes. She thought that she was crying to damn much; she of course blamed it on the hormones and not her current drama filled situation.

"It's all going to be, okay. I promise," He sounded so much like Lucas, it reminded her of and old yet broken record. Everything wasn't okay, and she was tired of people telling her it would be.

Julian kissed her temple and left her alone in her room, after that Peyton had the urge to bolt for the four walls that now contained her.

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Brooke had a plan, she usually did, although she was never the best in a crisis, she knew how to handle herself, and of course defend Peyton. She had woken up early, took a shower, and got ready, she knew this had to be done, one way or another, and if Peyton didn't do or couldn't do it, she would. So, when she arrived at Mouth's apartment complex around seven-thirty she had all the confidence in the world she needed. It was time that Brooke Davis gave Nathan Scott a piece of her mind.

"Hey Brooke," Mouth said opening the door.

"Hi, is Nathan here? I really need to talk to him,"

"Yeah, but I think he's asleep, I let him know that you stopped by." He stated and started to close the door a little bit.

Brooke pushed her way through the door and walked into his and Millie's apartment.

"I'm sorry Mouth, this really can't wait."

"Is everything okay with Haley and Jamie?"

"They're fine," She lied, well not really lied, but since she hadn't talked to Haley or Jamie in three months, she had no idea how they were, if one of her best friends or her godson were okay.

"Which one is his room?" Mouth pointed to one of the doors and Brooke smiled, "Don't worry Mouth, everything's okay. Let Millie know she has the day off, I know you have Mondays off so spend the day together."

"Thanks, Brooke." Mouth walked away towards his and Millicent's bedroom.

Brooke stood in front of the door and turned the handle slowly careful not to wake Nathan. He was asleep, just as Mouth predicted. She looked at sleeping form in the bed.

Brooke ran her hands through her hair and exhaled. She walked over to the bed and straddled him, her mini-shirt riding up her thighs; she felt him stir and grinned at this very smart method she had thought of.

Somehow she felt hands began to travel up her thighs and she sighed. "Nathan,"

"Speak of the devil, Brooke Davis, I was just dreaming about you," She grunted disgusted.

"I suspect it was something dirty,"

He opened his eyes to look up at her, "Your suspicions are correct,"

"Hmmm." She said bending her head a little so her cleavage was right where he could see it. She was going to make this so painful for him, he wasn't coming out unscratched.

"I guess you're here because your horny, I'm up for that," Then she knew she was going to tease him, so bad, she was going to hurt him, like he hurt Peyton, Haley, and his son. She felt him sit up so their faces were only a few inches apart.

"Good Morning," He grunted and he then leaned in and kissed her, it was a hot, heavy kiss, sloppy, both reeling for control. They both wanted it for different reason, his was easy, he always needed control, and hers was so she could have the inch of power over him. She pushed him down on to the bed so he was now lying flat on his back, he moved his hands up her skirt, he wanted her, and he was going to have her.

They broke apart, and Brooke began kissing his jaw, he moaned, she had him, he was so close. Brooke suddenly felt a cold under her skirt and then his finger deep inside her, she moaned. She tugged on his shirt, it had been so long since she had sex, six months, he was partly right, she was a little horny.

So, Brooke stopped thinking, forgot the plan, and began to do what her body wanted her to. Nathan rolled her over, so he was now on top, and she lay underneath him. He was now shirtless and Brooke began to guide her fingers across his sculpted muscles on his chest. He tugged off her skirt; she wrapped her legs around him and felt the bulge in his sweatpants. "You want me?" She asked guiding her tongue over his chest. "God," He groaned with all the other girls he had never enjoyed himself so much, never been so turned on.

He let his hands dance up her back and undid her bra clasp and pulled the bra out from under her shirt and threw it on the floor. Brooke lifted her arms up and Nathan pulled her shirt over her head. They were now lying skin to skin. Brooke rolled them over and began kissing his chest and traveled down under the quilt till she was at his waist. He felt his pants come off and felt the warm sensation of her hands on his lower abdomen. She pulled on his boxers until they were at his ankles and began to kiss every part of him. Brooke took him into her mouth and heard him scream her name. "Brooke, Brooke, Brooke!" She came back up after a few moments and kissed him hard and full of lust. Nathan then turned them over pinning her down by the hands. He then went down and began to use his mouth to explore parts of her he never had before. He felt her orgasm a few times and wimpier out his name. Brooke reached down and ran her fingers through Nathan's dark hair, showing him she was pleased. "Nathan, I want you," She screamed, voice dripping with desire. He came back up kissing her stomach and came up to her breasts, he sucked her nipple. He felt himself harden; even more then he was already, if that was even possible. "Now!" She said breathy. "NOW!" He kissed her around the nipple and came back up kissing her lips with a hunger he'd never felt before. Their tongues danced and Brooke's legs wrapped around his hips.

He reached into the nightstand breaking their kiss, and got out a condom. He slipped it onto himself and she smiled up at him. He linked hands with her, their fingers intertwined, and he entered her. Their bodies rocked steady and fully, they both moaned and called out each others names, until he collapsed on top of her.

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Haley sat at her desk grading papers, done with finally failing half her students, she sighed and put her red pen in her desk drawer. She put her head in her hands and felt that sense of lose wash-over her. She looked up at the sound of a knocking on her door to see Lucas standing there.

"Hey," She said motioning him to come in.

"You okay?" Lucas asked her.

"No, I'm tired. Jamie was up all night with a fever. I had to send him to school today, because I no longer have any vacation days."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"Because I know how busy you are. The team is doing well, I'm sorry Jamie and I haven't been able to come to that many games."

"Don't apologize, Hales." He said softly taking her hand. "I understand."

Haley looked into his eyes and saw the sadness that was so boldly present in his eyes.

"It's okay to miss her, Luke."

"I had a dream last night," He said slowly admitting how he felt.

"We were married and had kids, I want that."

"You're allowed to have it. You have to stop with this crazy crusade of writing a novel and you just go and talk to her, you tell her what she means to you, you tell her why you married Lindsey and you tell everything you've told me. You have to tell her, Lucas."

"I will,"

"Good." Haley smiled at him. "Do you think you could go get me a cup of coffee, my class is coming in a few minutes, so I won't have time?"

"Yeah, I know what you want." Haley started digging in her purse for money.

"No, I got it." He said smiling. He walked out of the classroom and was now headed for the coffee shop.

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Peyton walked down the sidewalk on Main Street, she paced around until finally making her way into the coffee shop, she wasn't a big coffee drinker, but she had the most consuming craving for some hot chocolate. It was killing her, she had to have some, and of course get out of her house, she was losing her mind.

She walked up to the bar and ordered and sat down at table.

They call out her order and she goes up to retrieve it, then she hears his voice.

"I'll have a venti latté with foam and a tall coffee black."

She sees all red, she wants to run away, but he's standing only a few feet away from her.

She turns before he can spot her and walks toward the door.

"Peyton?" Too late.

She turns around slowly and smiles a fake smile. "Hi Luke,"

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Brooke pulls her shirt over her head, guilt takes over her, she is so ashamed of what she's just done.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Brooke cringes, what the hell has she just done?

"I..I..brought you something," She said voice on the edge of breaking.

"Really?" He asks, his voice is so full of smug, god he was such an asshole.

Brooke digs into her purse and takes out the photos, slowly.

"I had the doctor make me extra copies, just for you." Her voice is angry now.

He looks at the ultrasound photos, on them it's written mother: Peyton Sawyer.

Nathan is silent nothing comes out of his mouth.

"I figured you want pictures of your daughter."

"It's a girl?" he said softly.

"Yes dickface, that's your daughter."

The room is silent, Brooke glares at him.

"I can't believe this." He says softly.

"Well you better start, because six months from now she'll be here."

He felt his heart strings be torn in tiny pieces by the images in black and white of the baby, Peyton's baby, his and Peyton's baby.

"Okay," he says.

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"Okay, I'll be there for her."

"What the fuck ever, maybe when hell freezes over." Brooke says and slams the door leaving Nathan alone to think about what he's done.

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A/N: So what did you guys think? I'm sorry about the smut and I know you guys are mad at both Brooke and Nathan, but she feels really bad about it. You'll see next chapter. Lucas and Peyton finally bumped into each other. Hmm what's going to happen? So I making a new rule please don't be upset and call me a review whore, but I'm going to ask that if you want chapter 12 you'll have to give me 12 or more reviews. I looked at my story stats the other day and I saw that I have so many views but not many reviews. I just want to know if you guys like where I'm taking this story, if you like it, in general, ect. I don't want to waste my time writing something that everyone hates. So please start to review. It's like a very nice encouraging nod, and helps me when writing a new chapter. For chapter 10 I got six reviews [three from what I think were new readers] and for Chapter 9 only three. It's like a reward system. :) Have a nice rest of the weekend. -Kelsey