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Chapter Three

The only job she managed to get was cleaning motel rooms. Not the job she always dreamed of having, but she had to take what she could get and that was cleaning motel rooms every day. After the first couple of weeks, she became used to it. She needed all the money she could get, she needed enough to raise her baby in a decent home. In order to do that, she had to get another job, waitressing. The tips were great. She put all the tips she made into the bank, to save for her baby girl. All her tips would be for her daughter if anything ever happened to her and her daughter could have some to live off. Not that she wants her daughter to be living on her own, but Peyton just wants to be prepared. Life could throw anything at them, but Peyton is going to be prepared for it. Whatever it is.

Peyton walks into her apartment, her tiny apartment. Yes, it is on the small side, but she needed a place to stay and she didn't want to stay in motel rooms for the majority of her pregnancy. So she bought a small apartment. She knows she's not going to stay in this place forever. She has a house in mind that she has been looking at, she has already put money away for the cute little house. Peyton knows she's going to raise her daughter there. In that special place where she can start a new life. A new life with her and her daughter. She takes off her jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair and then crashes onto her sofa. Being on her feet all day when you have a growing belly, it hard, but Peyton sucks it up. She has too. She's doing all of this for her baby. Her little girl. Peyton falls asleep, smiling and rubbing her stomach.

…

She saw him crying, yet she couldn't move. She watched him cry his eyes, yet she couldn't move. She watched him as he threw things across the room, yet she couldn't move. She watched as he paced the room back and forth, yet she couldn't move. She started crying, she couldn't move. She wanted to move, to comfort him. She wanted to know what was wrong with him. She couldn't move, she couldn't move, all she could do was watch from her spot.

Peyton watched Lucas as he continued to cry. She took in a breath as Lucas finally stopped pacing and made his way over to her. He stopped next to her, she looked towards him as he bent over the crib. The crib? It's then when Peyton realizes that she's been standing next to crib with a silently crying baby girl. She watches as Lucas picks up the crying baby and cradles her in his arms as he carries her over to the bed. He sits on the baby with the baby in his arms.

"Shh, daddy's here," Lucas pauses. "Daddy's here, Sawyer. Daddy's right here."

Peyton gasps, taken aback by what Lucas just said. Sawyer. That's what she's going to name her baby. Peyton looks down and realizes she is no longer pregnant, the baby Lucas is holding is their baby. She didn't understand what was going on. She was so confused and lost.

"Your mommy would have wanted to be here," Lucas states to the baby. "I know she loves you, but mommy couldn't raise you. Let me you tell you, Sawyer Brooke Scott, mommy is looking down right now and smiling. She loves you."

Sawyer Brooke Scott, that's the name she picked to name her daughter, but she doesn't understand. Why couldn't she be with her baby? She wanted to be with her baby, her daughter. She didn't understand why Lucas was so upset. She didn't understand any of this. She just wanted to know what was going on, she wanted to understand all of it, what was going on.

Peyton continues to watch as Lucas interacts with the baby, their baby, their daughter. She slowly walks over to the bed, finally able to move, her legs finally working. She stands next to them and stares down at their baby. Their precious baby girl. She has Lucas's eyes. Peyton can already tell that Sawyer is going to look more like her and has her hair, but she's gonna have her father's eyes. She watches as Sawyer softly closes her eyes and falls asleep. She then looks at Lucas, she can see the pain, the guilt, the sadness in his eyes. She wants to know what is going on.

"Lucas," A voice softly says from the doorway.

Both Lucas and Peyton look toward the doorway, standing there is Karen. Karen makes her way from the doorway and sits down next to Lucas, looking down at Sawyer, her granddaughter. Peyton can also see the sadness in Karen's eyes. Why are they all sad?

What is going on?

"Lucas, let me take care of Sawyer," Karen says, wrapping her arm around Lucas' shoulders. "Keith is out with Lily, they shouldn't be home for a few hours…"

"I can't," Lucas pauses, his voice shaky. "I can't leave Sawyer."

"Honey, you're not leaving Sawyer," Karen pauses. "You're just giving her to me to take care of while you get some sleep, Lucas, you've barely slept since Sawyer arrived three days ago. Honey, you need your sleep if you are going to be able to take care of Sawyer, you need sleep as well."

"Where do you think she is?" Lucas asks. "Peyton."

"I don't know," Karen says. "She could be anywhere, but you have to remember something."

"What's that?"

"Peyton… She is still out there, she's still out there and one day she's going to come back here to see her daughter."

"Is there a point, Mom."

"Don't give up on her, don't give up on Peyton."

"Mom."

…

Peyton jerks from the dream, she's still in her apartment with her baby still in her belly. Sawyer. Her baby girl, Sawyer Brooke Scott, her daughter… Her and Lucas' daughter. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, Peyton has been having strange dreams. Very strange dreams. Most of them involved Lucas and her being gone. That's what she was afraid of, leaving Sawyer. She didn't want to Sawyer, she wanted to watch as her baby grew up. In the back of Peyton's mind, she knew it was a bad idea leaving Tree Hill, but what would happen if she went back now.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and just to put everyone's mind at rest, Peyton DOES NOT die at all, only in the dream. She's going to be very much alive.