Title - All It Takes Is Time
Author - Moonbeam
Rating - PG (I think)
Disclaimer - not mine, if it was Peyton would have chosen a character direction, Lucas would be shirtless more often, Nathan would have some redeming qualities, Moira Kelly would be in it a lot more, someone would bitchslap Dan from today to Armageddon and most importantly of all, aside from the Chad shirtless thing, Lucas and Haley would have gotten together or a least be playing out some major UST without Nathan around to piss me off, or maybe just around less and he gets kicked a lot.
Spoilers - I've only seen the first four episodes.
Author's Note - Please don't mock for the format I'm trying something new. Let me know how it goes.
Pairing - see Disclaimer rant.
All It Takes Is Time
How long it took me to realise what was in front of me.
The time it took to convince myself that I should tell her.
The length of our first kiss.
The time it took me to explain to her why I had just kissed her.
How long the girls in her living room had laughed at my attempt at an explanation.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Took you long enough, dumbass."
Out first 'real' kiss.
To clear her living room.
To strip her bare.
I tasted her, touched her, loved her.
Hard to leave her bedroom, hard to leave her bed, or her side.
Then I proposed.
She said yes.
The trip to Vegas.
Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.
Elvis married us.
Our wedding night.
How long my mother cried when she found out; never been so happy for me.
How long it took mum to make us agree to a second, large wedding.
Drive to the in-laws.
Spent explaining why I dragged their daughter to another state to get married.
Curled up on the couch, no words, just holding her in my arms.
Telling all our friends.
Place settings, bands, suits, dresses, speeches.
Waiting, pacing with limited oxygen.
She's never looked so beautiful, I love her too much to breathe and too much to stop.
Walking slowly, stepping carefully on foreign heels.
Her eyes are glassy but I'm already crying.
She squeezed my hand when I needed to say something, everything faded, she is just too amazing to look away from.
She undid my tie, I tried to undo her dress but she wouldn't let me.
"Congratulations." "About time." "You look gorgeous honey."
Holding her, music in the background.
Walking to our room, trying to feel her up through the dress, she keeps slapping my hand.
Door closed, she slams my body against the hard wood.
She smiles at me and I still can't breathe but she is mine now. And I've always been hers.
Nature, fresh air, trees, furry animals. Didn't see any of it, didn't leave the room.
Carried over the threshold. Through our house, into the bedroom.
The rabbit is dead, I'm gonna be a dad.
Seven months, three weeks
At the hospital
Ten centimetres dialated
Five hours, three minutes, 22 seconds.
James Lucas Scott enters the world, perfect.
Two years, six days
Alexander Keith Scott enters the world, also perfect.
One year, three months
Mackenzie Karen Scott is born, perfect and gorgeous.
Time it takes for Mackenzie to wrap her father around her little finger.
James and Alex grounded for fighting with the first boy to break Mackenzie's heart.
First baby married, James. Held her hand while she cried.
Buried her head against my neck to hide the crying after I gave Kenzie away.
First grandchild, James' little girl.
Kenzie and Alex both have babies.
James' has twins.
Alex has another son
Kenzie gives her son a little sister.
Happiness, tears, fights, making-up, laughter, smiles that squeeze my heart. Perfect.
She dies in my arms
Can't live without her, never could.