AN: This chapter is shorter than the others, the next couple of chapter are also short

Part One:

Chapter Seven

She didn't understand, the words kept running through her head 'You had two babies. A girl and a boy.' A girl and a boy. A girl and a boy. Twins. She had twins. Sawyer and a boy… Where the hell was the boy? Why hadn't they brought in him? What happened to him? Why hadn't she seen her baby boy? Why couldn't they tell she was carrying twins on the ultrasound? The doctor should have seen that on the ultrasound. Why didn't he see that? Peyton didn't have enough money to take care of two babies, she barely had enough to take care of one. She didn't really care about that at the moment, all she cared about was her baby boy. Peyton can feel the tears running down her cheeks, she's not sure what to do or really what to say. She's just learned she has a son and she has no idea where he is or what's happening with him. By this time, Brooke has moved from the door to sitting on the edge of the bed, keeping quiet, letting Peyton think. Brooke eventually takes Sawyer from Peyton's arms. Brooke carefully holds Sawyer while also watching Peyton…

"Where is he?" Peyton whispers.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but he didn't make it," Brooke quietly says. "He was stillborn."

"He's dead," Peyton whispers.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Brooke says.

"I want to see him," Peyton says. "I want to hold my son."

"I already talked to the doctor and he said we can go see him once you get better," Brooke says. "But the doctor does need a name for him, for the birth certificate… And the death certificate."

"Um," Peyton says.

"Don't worry, no need for rushing," Brooke says, placing a hand over Peyton's. "I know this is a lot to take in."

"Samuel," Peyton says after a few minutes. "I want to name him Samuel Lucas Scott."

"Okay, his name is Samuel Lucas Scott."

Peyton thought about the person she decided to her son after. Samuel, little Sammy. Her little brother. The one who died along with Anna in the car accident. She hadn't told anyone about him, only Brooke. And of course, her father. He was just a baby when he died. Peyton feels the tears coming back to her eyes, falling down her cheeks. She loved her brother, she still does. She wishes he didn't die, she wishes her mother didn't die. She wishes her mother hadn't run that red light to pick her up. Two deceased babies, both named Sam.

"Peyton, honey," Brooke says, bringing Peyton out of her thoughts. "I have to tell you something else."

"Is it about Lucas?" Peyton questions, her voice cracking.

"Yes," Brooke answers, softly. "It's about Lucas, you should know he… Lucas tired-"

"To commit suicide," Peyton finishes for Brooke. "I know, I saw them taking Lucas away in an ambulance when I first got here. The day I had Sawyer and Sam. I know, I know it's my fault."

"No," Brooke says, placing Sawyer in the hospital crib then returning to the bed, sitting next to her best friend. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, Brooke, it is. I'm the one who left, I didn't tell Lucas. I didn't give him a chance to be the father he's always wanted to be. This is all my fault, I should have never left. Maybe if I hadn't have left, Luke, he would have never tried to commit suicide. What if he had been successful? He could have died, that was his plan… This is all my fault."

"Peyton, listen to me, this isn't your fault," Brooke says. "You were not the trigger for Lucas, he's been going through a lot. But you did not cause him to try to commit suicide."

"Is he still in the hospital?"

"Yes, why? Would you like to see him?" Brooke asks. "I'm sure I can ask if-"

"I don't want to see him," Peyton says. "I can't see him, that wouldn't be good for him. I'll only make things worse for him. I shouldn't see him, I've already caused him enough trouble. I should really be worried about Sawyer and getting home. Um, do you think you could come back with me? Just for a few days."

"Of course, anything for my best friend and my goddaughter," Brooke says, smiling. "Hey, everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to get better."

"I know," Peyton whispers. "I know."