Part One:

Chapter Two

Lucas currently resides at the kitchen table, the pregnancy secure in his hands. He watched from the window as Peyton fled, he tried to catch up with her, but she was gone before he could. He found the pregnancy test lying on the steps. As soon as he saw the little plus sign, he collapsed on the steps. He couldn't believe Peyton was pregnant. He still can't believe that Peyton is pregnant, with his baby. He knows the baby is his. He sits at the table, waiting for his mother to return home so he can tell her the news. Keith took infant Lily out, even though he couldn't really do much with an infant, Keith knew Lucas needed to do this alone. He didn't know what he was going to do. Peyton was gone. He had no idea where she went. He is worried about her. He is worried about their baby. He hears the door open and knows it's his mother. He still doesn't know how he is going to tell her that he's going to be a father, she's going to be a grandmother. Something a woman who just had a baby probably doesn't want to hear.

"Luke," Karen says, in a motherly way. "I got a call from Keith, he said you have something to tell me. Are you okay?"

Lucas places the pregnancy test on the table where his mother could see it, he didn't dare look his mother in the eyes.

"Lucas Eugene Scott, what is this?"

"It's a pregnancy test."

"Who's pregnancy test?"

"Peyton's," Lucas whispers.

"And the baby," Karen pauses. "It's yours?"

"Yes," Lucas quietly states. "The baby is mine."

Lucas still hasn't dared to look at his mother. He knows that she must be greatly upset, it was just a few years ago that he had the pregnancy scare with Brooke. For all he knew, this could be like the time with Brooke, but deep down Lucas knew this wasn't like that time with Brooke. He knows Peyton is really pregnant. With his baby. The baby he knows he's never gonna get to see. It breaks his heart.

"Lucas," Karen says, bringing Lucas out of his thoughts. "I think it would be a good idea if Peyton, you, and I all sat down and talked."

"That's going to be a problem."

"Why is that?"

"Because" Lucas pauses, the tears finally falling. "She's gone, she left without saying a single word. She's out there somewhere, carrying my child, and I don't even know if she's okay. She dropped this when she ran away."

He doesn't bother to wipe the tears away, he just continues to let them fall. Karen pulls a chair next to her son and pulls him into her arms and just lets him cry. She knows he must be hurting. The girl he loves, carrying his child, is gone. He has no idea where she is. 'This must be one of the most terrifying things he's had to face' Karen thinks. All she does is hold her son as he continues to cry.

…

Lucas stood at the grave site where Anna Sawyer is buried. He had been coming here for the past seven months. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He places them down on the ground in front of the grave, but he doesn't leave. He stands there, waiting for something to happen. He doesn't know what he is waiting for, he just knows he's waiting for something… Someone, maybe. It is then he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looks to his side and sees the woman he has not seen in seven months. Not much has changed about her except the big round belly. He's speechless, all he can do is look at her belly, amazed.

"It's a girl," Peyton says, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"It's a girl… We're having a little girl."

"You are," Lucas whispers.

"What?"

"You don't want me to be a part of our baby's life, that's why you ran." Lucas pauses. "You were scared, you're probably still scared. Peyton, I'm scared. I'm scared as hell because I don't know if you and the baby are okay. How can I know when I don't know where you two are?"

"We are both fine, I promise you," Peyton pauses. "Thank you."

"Thank you? For what?"

"For giving me the gift of our daughter and," Peyton pauses. "For visiting my mom."

"Someone needed to bring her flowers. So, you know, I took it upon myself."

"I love you and I'll always love you."

"I love you too."

…

Lucas wakes up, in his bed, covered in sweat. He's not sure what to make of the dream. It hasn't been seven months, it's been a day. A crazy day. The pregnancy test resides on his bedside table, he's going to keep it there forever so he can be reminded to never forget about his baby or the mother of his child. He determines to things from the dream… One, from now on, he is going to bring flowers to Anna Sawyer's grave and two. Two, the baby Peyton is carrying is no doubt in his mind a girl. A little girl… A little girl he would never get to see. A little girl Peyton would be taking care of on her own in a place he did not know about.

He didn't understand why Peyton left the way she did. He thought Peyton would him about something serious as this. Peyton pregnant. He still couldn't believe that Peyton was really pregnant with his baby. He honestly hoped that Peyton came to her senses. He knew she couldn't stay away from this place. This was… Is her home.

He stood from his bed and walked over to his desk, the moon being his only light. He found the notebook he had for a long time, hidden behind everything. He hadn't found a use for it yet, but now, now he had a use for it. A wonderful use for it. He was going to write notes to his child. So his child, his daughter would know that he had thought about her every day. He began to write, the first entry of many.

'For my daughter, To know that I always thought about you and have always loved you

Your father'

She came to me in a dream…