The Baby in the Photo

by the.redhead.reads

Peyton Sawyer: 18 and pregnant, runs away from Tree Hill, with plans to now raise her child somewhere else. Lucas Scott: 18 and the father of Peyton's child, all he has is a photo. 16 years pass, Sawyer Scott: 16 and the baby in photo Lucas has, her mom is away on business and she drives to Tree Hill to meet the people she's heard so much about.

19. Chapter 19

"Is there any room for me?" Peyton asks, standing next to the bench her daughter currently resides on.

Sawyer doesn't say anything, she moves her feet giving her mother room to sit on the bench. And that is what Peyton does, she sits on the bench, on the space that her daughter isn't taking up, and stares at Sawyer as she continues to draw whatever it is she is drawing. Everyone is right, Sawyer could be her carbon copy as a teenager. It really is unbelievable. Peyton can see the features Sawyer inherited from Lucas, the small features, but Sawyer mainly inherited her genes. Sawyer had inherited many more things from both of her parents. For one, Sawyer inherited her drawing skills from Peyton and inherited her writing skills from Lucas. There is no doubt that their girl is talented. She is definitely going to go places.

"You know the reason why I am mad, right?" Peyton asks. "I am not mad that you wanted to come and see your father, of course you would be curious about him. I was curious about who my biological parents were my whole life. The only reason why I am mad is because you came all the way here and something could have happened to you. I know that you are going to say that nothing happened, but that doesn't make me worry less. I am glad that you are okay and Brooke caught you."

"I have to work at Brooke's for the next six weeks," Sawyer says, looking up from her drawing. "Six weeks. The only good thing is that I am actually getting paid for my work which means I actually get to buy stuff."

"Do you like it here?" Peyton asks.

"Yeah, it's nice here," Sawyer says. "Really, really, nice."

"Listen," Peyton starts. "I just wanted to say thank you for letting me talk to your father first, he needed to understand everything that was going on. It was better for me to talk to him first. I talked to him and now I have talked to you, I think it's time that you two finally meet each other. How does that sound?"

"Some food sounds good too," Sawyer says.

"Alright, how about I invite your father to lunch with us?" Peyton suggests. "How does that sound?"

"That sounds good," Sawyer says. "Let me just finish this, first, then we can go."

Life was finally starting to fall into pieces.