"No one can walk in on us here, you know", Lucas says, toying with the buttons on the back of her dress as they walk into their hotel room for that evening.

"Oh, I'm fully aware of that fact Mr. Scott."

"You know it really pays to have friends in high places, because this hotel room is amazing, and that dress is the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen."

"So, the dress was the most beautiful thing, huh?" she says, taking the opportunity to loosen his tie as she glares at him with a twinkle in her eye.

"Peyton, I've been married to you now for six months. And then or today, you could have walked down the aisle to me wearing a paper bag and it wouldn't have made a difference in the world. You still would have made my heart skip a beat when I saw you."

She chooses to let that thought guide her lips to his, taking in the moment between them, and letting them fall into each other so easily.

"You know, I'm glad that we did this right too, you know? I like the wedding night tradition and the idea of a honeymoon." she says, laying her head on his chest.

"Yeah, I definitely like the idea of a honeymoon..." he says, toying with a few strands of her hair that made their way to her cheek.

"Do you think we rushed it?"

"What? Getting married? No. Do you?"

"No... Just making sure that you aren't having second thoughts."

"If I had second thoughts, I would have divorced you months ago." he says, with a playful tone in his voice and his body language suggesting a casual sarcasm that drove her crazy.

She swatted him on his chest and curled back into his waiting embrace as the two of them just stared up at the ceiling, glad to finally be alone together.

"This whole alone thing is nice. I feel like we don't get that anymore, you know?" Peyton says, turning to face him.

"Yeah... you're right."

After a few more minutes of quiet, she was the one to break the silence, "I know that this might be a little late in the game, but we haven't really talked about stuff."

"Like what stuff?"

"You know, the big stuff that you are supposed to talk about before you get married."

"Oh, that stuff. I thought that we had a handle on things."

"Well, we had a handle on things because that is what we needed to do, but what about what we want to do?"

"What we have isn't what you want?" he says, putting a finger under her chin to search her eyes for an explanation of what she meant by that.

"No, it is what I want, but I mean the future. Are we going to stay in Tree Hill? Are you going to just keep writing? What happens if my record label gets bigger? Are --"

"When." he says simply.

"What?"

"When your label gets to be the biggest label in the country."

She laughs, kisses him on the cheek, and corrects herself, "What happens when my record label gets bigger? Are we wanting to fill those rooms upstairs? How are --"

"Yes."

"Luke, you can't keep stopping my line of questioning here. These are important things!"

"That was a pretty big one though, so I thought I should answer you now."

"So..."

"Yes kids, yes to lots of kids."

"Lucas..."

"Don't you realize that our children would be beautiful? With your looks and my brains we'd have Stepford children!" he says with a huge smile on his face.

"So you've been thinking about this."

"We've talked before."

"Yeah, but that was before we had Jamie to think about."

"That doesn't change a thing Peyton, I still want on add onto our family with you."

"Okay."

They lay there for a little longer before he then decides to ask a big question, "When?"

"When for kids?"

"Yeah... you think you could give me a timeline for that?"

"Seriously? We have to map this out on our wedding night?" she says giggling, but in love with the fact that he is interested in this idea.

"You've had six months to get used to being a Scott, so suck it up."

"What if I said that I wasn't ready?"

"I would say, okay."

"Really?"

"Peyton, when we decide to have kids we're going to make sure that both of us want it, and we're going to make sure that Jamie can handle it too."

"I don't want to wait too long, but I still need some time."

He nods, and then gets a devilish smile on his face.

"What?" she asks, matching his smile.

"This is actually a really great idea, us waiting to have kids." he says, and she quirks an eyebrow for him to continue. "That means we get to practice a lot to make sure we're really good at it when the time comes."

"Oh, Lucas, you're such a pig."

"You love me though."

"God help me."

"Hey, Peyton?"

"Yes." she says, as her eyes close while she lays on his chest again.

"You wanna practice for a little while."

All he needs is her smile and he's got his answer.

Hours later, and many practice sessions in, it was time for them to get up and to the airport. Brooke, who was very likely still sleeping off last night's wedding reception had arranged everything about their honeymoon, including someone to come pick up Peyton's dress to have it cleaned and packaged before they got home. Their bags had already been packed and were waiting in the hotel room when they had gotten there, and it seemed that no stone was left unturned.

"I wish we could say goodbye to Jamie before we left."

"I'm sure that he is still sleeping after last night. Skills wore him out."

"That he did" Peyton says with a smiling recalling Skills' dance moves last night.

"So, are we ready to go to Italy Mrs. Scott?"

"Oh, we sure are Mr. Scott."

"You know, I'm glad that we can finally say that out loud.... no more hiding."

He turns to her, kissing her as they make there way out the door for their honeymoon.

When they get to the airport, they are met by two faces that they were sure they wouldn't see for another week.

"You really did think of everything, didn't you best friend?"

"I did... I'm regretting this morning's plan after last night's drinking, but judging by the smile on your face, you're glad I made the effort."

Peyton looked over at Lucas who was giving last minute instructions to his nephew and hugging him goodbye, and then turned back to her best friend and gave her a hug.

"Thank you for this morning, and thank you for everything yesterday too, I'll miss you B. Davis."

"I'll miss you to P. Scott."

Peyton quirked an eyebrow at that, recalling how Brooke had said that she couldn't get used to the fact that her friend was going to be married now.

"It's growing on me already."

Jamie is the next to speak as he turns away from Lucas and hugs his Aunt as hard as he can. "I'm gonna miss you Aunt Peyton."

"I'm going to miss you too, Jamie. I'm sure that you're going to have fun with everyone here though."

"Yeah, but it isn't the same without you guys around." he says, with his head looking down and the slightest of frowns on his face.

"Jamie Scott, don't you start with the pouty face, or I won't be able to get on that plane with your Uncle Lucas. We love you, and we'll miss you."

"Okay." he says, hugging her again with a smile on his face.

As they walk away, Peyton takes one look back before stepping through security to see Jamie and Brooke waving obnoxiously behind the pair.

"You amaze me, you know that?" Lucas says as they sit down on the plane that Brooke had set up for them.

"Well, I'm an amazing person, didn't you know?" she says, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face.

"I just love being reminded every day."

"It's a long flight..." she says after they are finally in the air.

"and whatever shall we do to occupy ourselves?" he replies with a playful tone.

"Honestly?" she asks.

"You want to sleep too?"

They smile at each other and thank the powers that be for someone who understands them completely, and then lay their seats flat and curl into each other as much as they can to settle in for the flight.

Italy was basically the best idea either of them ever had. They said that they just wanted their honeymoon to be about relaxing and taking time for themselves after everything that had happened in this past year. To go from single people playing the bar scene in New York to married with a child that was basically theirs in such a short amount of time was the hardest, most pleasant of surprises for the two of them.

After spending their first few days not leaving the hotel room, Lucas and Peyton thought that it would be wise to actually see some of the beautiful country that they had chosen to spend their time in.

"You would think that we would have gotten over the honeymoon phase by now." she says, laying on top of him still attempting to catch her breath after his chosen method for a wake up call.

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to get over the honeymoon phase when it comes to you, baby."

"...and what's the fun in that anyways, right?"

"ummmhmmm" he mumbles nodding as he nuzzles into her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Oh no no mister!" She says, pushing her way off of him and covering herself up with the sheets.

"Why not?"

"Lucas Scott, no matter how much you give me those puppy dog eyes, we are actually leaving our hotel room today!"

"But why? Everything that I need is right here... you... me... a bed... the occasional call down to room service." he says, pulling her back to him and placing an alluring kiss to her lips.

"And how do you want to explain to our nephew and your mom why we don't have any pictures of anything in Italy?"

"I love how you don't mention Brooke in that statement."

"Honey, you know Brooke, she would love that we didn't have any pictures to share. In fact, she probably has the hotel room bugged anyway!" she says, laughing at the shocked expression that crosses his face at the suggestion.

Just as he starts to laugh a bit at the thought himself, Peyton's phone rings. Lucas, grabs it from the nightstand and answers it immediately after seeing who was on the other line.

"I swear to God Brooke Davis, if you bugged this hotel room, I am never letting you in the same room as my wife again."

"What!? What did I do?"

Peyton smacks him on the chest and directs him to go get his clothes on as she takes the phone away from him.

"Brooke?"

"How is it? How is everything? Is Italy beautiful? We miss you!"

"Well, the hotel room is wonderful, so thank you, and we miss you too."

"And how beautiful is Italy? Is it as gorgeous as I think it is?"

Peyton doesn't answer her friend, choosing instead to watch her husband pull on his clothing, watching the muscles in his back flex in a way that has her face flush.

"Peyton?"

"Huh? Oh! Ummm... Italy is beautiful!"

"You haven't left the hotel room yet, have you?"

"Shut up, Brooke."

"At least I know you're happy..."

"We're going sightseeing today, I promise, and then I'll e-mail you some pictures tonight maybe, sound good?"

"You do know that I would totally be okay if you just spent the whole time in the hotel room, right? I am all about extra-curricular activities of the bedroom variety."

"Oh, I know you are, but I'm pretty sure that Karen and the clan are going to want to see pictures that we take of sightseeing..."

"You don't think that they want to see the dirty pictures you've taken of the hotel room instead?"

"No." Peyton says quickly, and then realizes what Brooke would take out of her statement. "And there are no dirty pictures."

"If that's your story..."

"Brooke!"

"I'll talk to you later, have fun sightseeing or whatever you kids call it these days..."

"Bye."

When she hangs up the phone, Lucas is sitting in the corner with a book, ready to go out for the day. The sun was streaming in through the curtains, hitting him in such a way that made shadows fall in all the right places and the light hit her most favorite features. The fact that he had just picked up a book and started reading was somehow the most sexy thing that she had ever laid eyes on. The fact that it was all hers made it ten times worse.

Feeling her stare, he looks up from his book to catch her watching him. "You done with Brooke?"

She walks over to him, nodding as she does so, and takes the book out of his hands without a word. Pulling on the collar of his shirt, she forces him to stand, pressing up against her in such a way that does them both in.

"Maybe this afternoon is a better idea?" Lucas says as she nods and pulls him back to her.

Honeymoon phase indeed.

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Okay, that was just a little Leyton honeymoon happiness. The next time we see them will be a month or so down the road, and that's when the drama is going to happen... you betcha... lots of drama. And you might hate me for this one, but I like it... I like it a lot. Then after I'm done with that drama, I'm thinking that I'm going to start a part two... is that okay? Cause I kind of want to start jumping years, and I don't see that being something that I can do in here, so I'm continuing it in a different way. I hope you don't hate me... and get ready for the drama!!