A/N: Well, I started this a while ago and was waiting to post it. Monday's show kind of stole my thunder, but I'm putting this up anyway, because I just can't have something written and just sitting on my computer! It's mostly all fluffy LP, but really? Who doesn't love fluffy LP? Probably isn't my best writing, and I only have a few chapters written and no real idea of where I'm going to go after that, so it'll be an adventure...

Anyway, read away, and let me know what you think.


Four months of newlywed bliss. They'd mended all their fences before they were married, and now Lucas and Peyton could just focus on each other and being together. 4 months had flown by. They'd taken a week-long honeymoon to Tuscany where they drank wine and ate authentic food and made love and made up for lost time.

They'd fallen into a routine that they both relished. In the morning, he'd get up and make coffee and shower, then he'd wake her up before he left for practice so she could have the bathroom to herself to get ready before going to work. She'd head to the office and put in a full day, and come home to find him writing or reading. They'd make dinner together and chat about their respective days, each giving the other insight on the issues or problems the other encountered.

They were happy and comfortable, and enjoying their time together. It didn't take him any time at all for him to realize that she's everything. It was a broad statement, but he didn't care because he knew it was true, and when he came home one day and played a country song of the same name, she smiled and called him a dork, but whispered that she loved it and she loved him and she'd be everything for him as long as he let her. Neither of them had ever been big fans of country music, but that song became a secret favourite, shared only between the two of them, and every day she'd do something or say something that would remind him of a line in that song. Every once in a while, he'd whisper the line in her ear and she blush and kiss him, and though no one else knew about it, that became their unofficial song. It wasn't played at their wedding, and they rarely listened to it, but they knew all the words,

Each Sunday they'd have 'family dinner' with Nathan and Haley, and the couples alternated hosting duties. The Scotts - all five of them - got together and ate and told stories and joked. It was a tradition Lucas and Nathan had spoken of briefly of when they were younger and longing for some semblance of normal family life. Now they each had it. Nathan had a wife and son who meant the world to him, and who he'd do anything for, and Lucas had finally married the girl of his dreams.

Lucas and Peyton had both gotten exactly what they wanted, and decided to just be happy. Anything they had to face, they'd face it together.


"Peyton," Haley said, and the blonde quickly snapped out of whatever thought she'd been lost in. "Jeez, I've been trying to get your attention. Everything OK?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry! Just got caught up for a second," Peyton said with an uneasy smile. The two were in the studio in Peyton's office, putting the finishing touches on one of Peyton's acts' new songs.

"You sure?" Haley asked with a furrowed brow. "Or were you just thinking of your husband again?" she joked.

Peyton smiled at the mention of him. "Yeah, something like that."

"Let's go back to the chorus and I'm going to add the piano this time," Haley instructed, but got no response from her friend. "Peyton, are you sure you're alright?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I'm sorry, Hales. I'm just really tired today. I'm going to grab some tea." Peyton got up from her seat and walked into the main bar area of Tric.

Haley sensed there was something more going on, and as much as she didn't want to pry, she also wanted to make sure there was really nothing wrong. She followed Peyton into the club and saw the blonde sitting at the empty bar, spinning her wedding ring with her right thumb and index finger.

"Peyton, what's up?" Haley pried.

"Everything's fine, Haley. I just think I'm gonna cut out early and try to get some sleep," Peyton said, meeting her friend and sister-in-law's worried gaze.

"You'd tell me if something was going on with you, right? I mean, you know you can talk to me about anything," Haley said, placing her hand on Peyton's forearm.

"Yeah, Haley, I know," Peyton said with a smile, placing her hand over Haley's.

"OK. Well, call me later if you need anything," Haley said, still not convinced.

"I will. Just make sure you lock up when you're done," Peyton instructed with a weak smile. She hopped off the barstool she'd been perched on and walked out of the club to go to her car. She couldn't wait to get home and collapse on her bed and try to escape the thoughts that were running through her head by sleeping.


Lucas sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the calendar on his wall, when Nathan strode in. Lucas didn't even acknowledge his brother.

"Luke," Nathan tried. "Hey man," he said, finally pulling his brother's attention away from the wall. "They just checked out Damon's knee. He's going to be fine."

"Oh, good," Lucas said, having completely forgotten about his player's injury from the practice they'd had just a few hours earlier.

"Yeah, he just strained it a bit, so he's in there icing it now," Nathan said, sitting across from Lucas. "You OK, Luke? You seem out of it."

"No, no I'm alright. Just looking at the schedule," he said, turning his attention to his brother.

"So listen, Jamie and I are getting kicked out of the house tomorrow night because of this girls' night thing that Haley, Brooke, and your wife are having," Nathan started. "I thought maybe we could get the guys together for a game at the River Court."

"Yeah, sure. That sounds good," Lucas replied, shuffling the papers on the desk in front of him.

"OK, what's up? I come in here and you're brooding, and now you're barely paying attention to me," Nathan said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

"Everything's good, Nate. I just have to get home and try to get some writing done. But call me with the details for tomorrow, alright?" he said, standing from his chair and grabbing his jacket.

"Sure. I'll talk to you later," he said, watching his brother walk out of the room. Something was off, that much he knew. He just couldn't figure out what it was. Usually, any little problem that either of them had, Lucas and Nathan could, and would, talk to each other. All he could do was hope that it was nothing serious, and that his brother would come to him if it was.


Lucas pulled up to their house and noticed her car in the driveway. It wasn't normal for her to be home during the day, even though it was a Friday. She took her job seriously and if anything, worked way more hours than she even needed to. It had been one of the sore spots of their young marriage, but he understood her need to put in the time, and she understood that he just wanted even more time with her, which she wasn't going to complain about.

He walked through the front door of the house, expecting to find her in the living room or in the kitchen, but both were empty. He noticed her bag and keys sitting on the kitchen table as he rounded the corner into their bedroom, where he found her laying on top of the covers. She was on her side, with her hands tucked up under her face. She looked beautiful just laying there sleeping in the jeans and tank top she'd put on that morning. She must have felt his staring, because she stirred and her eyes fluttered open. He made his way to the bed and sat next to her, running a hand over her hair.

"You OK?" he asked softly. "I got worried when I saw your car."

"I'm fine. Just got really tired at work," she said with a sleepy grin. "I have to call Haley later. I think she thinks I'm going crazy."

"You sure you're alright?" he asked as he looked to his lap.

She sat up in the bed and rested her back on the headboard. "I'm fine. Why?"

"I just...I don't want this to come out weird or anything, but I just...I notice these things," he started, looking over to meet her eyes again.

"What, Luke? You're scaring me," she said with a worried look.

"It's just...um...I was looking at the calendar today, and I realized that you're..." He tried to finish his sentence, but his mouth went dry and he couldn't find the words. All morning, he'd stared at his calendar, noticing the weeks.

"Late?" she offered timidly, bringing her eyes up to meet his.

"I know it puts me into creepy territory that I even noticed," he said hurriedly.

"Lucas," she said, tilting her head at him, "it's not creepy. You're my husband," she said, and he smiled at her use of the word. "I just...I didn't know how to tell you."

"Are you?" he said frantically, his eyes searching hers for an answer before she even said the words.

"I don't know," she said. "I was too scared to go without you, and it was too early for a home test."

"Peyt, I wish you would have said something," he said, pulling her arm towards him so he could hug her like he knew they both needed.

"I'm sorry," she said. He could hear the worry in her voice.

"Hey," he said, pulling back and looking into her eyes as he brushed a stray piece of hair from her face. "No matter what, it's all going to be OK."

"I know," she said, trying to stop the tear that was pooling in her eye. "It's just really soon for all this. I'm just getting used to being a wife." The tear fell and he reached up to brush it away with the pad of his thumb.

"Baby, you're an amazing wife. And you're going to be an amazing mother, whether that happens in a few months or in a few years," he said with a smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"How are you so calm right now?" she asked. "This could change everything."

"Oh, I am not calm," he laughed. "I'm freaking out, but I don't want you to see that." She laughed and rested her forehead against his. He kissed her gently. "So, when can we find out?" he asked softly.

"I made an appointment for Tuesday," she said, and he tilted his head slightly. "I was going to tell you, I swear."

"OK," he said simply and pulled her close again.

"I can't do this without you, Luke," she said, choking back another tear.

"You don't have to, Peyton. I'm right here," he said, rubbing a circle on her back with his hand.

His head was swimming. They'd only just gotten married, but somehow he knew that if they were pregnant, everything would be OK. They had talked about children before they got married, just to make sure they were on the same page, but they'd never put a timeline on it. They were young, that was for sure, but they were successful and stable and happy. That voice in the back of his head was telling him it would be alright, and somehow that voice quieted all the other ones that were telling him he should be be scared out of his mind.

They spent the rest of the evening like they usually did. They made dinner and tidied their kitchen, then settled onto the couch where they both read as music played in the background.

Lucas' cell phone rang around 8:30, and Nathan gave him instructions for the next day. He was told to relay to Peyton that the girls were now going shopping, then having dinner, then heading for their girls' night in at the other Scott household, and that Brooke would pick Peyton up around 1:00.

"Great. Shopping with Brooke," Peyton said when Lucas told her the new plan.

"Come on, how bad can it really be?" he asked.

"Most people need basic military training to get through a day with her at the mall," she joked, making him laugh.

"How are you going to get out of drinking wine with them tomorrow night?" Lucas asked as delicately as he could.

"I hadn't even thought about that," she admitted, and threw him a worried look.

"Well, Haley knew you left early today, right? Just tell them you're not feeling up to it," he said, shrugging his shoulders at the simple plan.

"I knew I married you for a reason," she said with a grin, and kissed his cheek. "But if you ever lie to me, you'll be sorry, Scott," she threatened.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he laughed. "So listen, I've been thinking..." he started.

"Uh oh," she teased, making him roll his eyes and smirk in that way that she'd always found so adorable.

"I've been thinking that when we do have a baby, whenever that is, we need to get him or her a little Ravens jersey," he continued with a bashful grin.

"We talk about having kids and your first concern is what jersey number he'll have?" she said in mock exasperation.

"It's important stuff, Peyt!" he said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.

"Well, I think it should be 21," she stated, looking at him and waiting for his reaction.

"Why 21?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"You were number 3. 2 plus 1 is 3. And Keith was 22...I just think he should be 21," she said, looking at their intertwined hands.

"You've thought about this before, haven't you?" he asked with a smile.

"Maybe...once or twice," she replied timidly.

"Do you have any idea how sexy that is?" he questioned with a low voice and then kissed her temple.

"I can just see you at the River Court, teaching him to shoot free throws," she said, her voice trailing as she pictured the scene again. She was pulled from her daydream when she saw the wide smile on his face.

"I think we'll have a girl," he stated.

"Really? Don't the Scotts only have boys?" she teased.

"I'd love a little girl," he said, brushing off her comment. "She'd look like her mother and use all the crayons in the box when she coloured. She'd have me wrapped around her finger just like her mother, too," he finished with a sly grin.

"Stop it," she said, playfully swatting his chest. "You do whatever you want."

"But I'm always thinking about you," he said with a smile. She just shook her head at him, though inside she was swooning.

"We shouldn't even be talking about this stuff," she stated. "We don't know anything yet. And besides, I'm terrified about it all."

"Don't be," he said, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

"Are you?" she asked delicately.

"Yes," he said with a chuckle. "But I'm a guy." She rolled her eyes again and he kissed her cheek, whispered that everything would be fine, and they both went back to their books.

As they got ready for bed that evening, Lucas watched Peyton rub lotion into her hands as she stood next to her side of the bed in her satin night gown. It still took his breath away, how beautiful she was. She was his dream woman, and he got to dream next to her every night. He knew how lucky he was. This time, as he watched her pull back the covers, he saw her as the woman who would someday be the mother to his children.

She'd pulled the covers over her body and watched as he tugged his tee shirt off and tossed it on the chair next to their closet. For so long, she'd wanted him. She'd chased him and dreamed of being with him, and now here they were, sharing a bed and a life with each other. She'd never been happier in her entire life. When she looked at him now, she could picture a son with his eyes and his blonde hair.

He climbed into bed and placed a hand on her satin-covered stomach, and they both smiled quietly into the darkness, thinking of their future together.


A/N: So there is the first chapter. I love feedback. Reviews help me get through the workday. (And trust me, I need the help!)