A/N: OK, here it is. The final chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. You guys have been amazing! Your reviews and interest in this have totally blown me away.
I know a lot of you didn't want to see this end, but I just felt it was time. That said, I started kind of toying around with a new idea for an NP fic. I've just barely started writing it, so I have no idea when it'll be posted, but be on the lookout for it! It'll, I'm 99.99% sure, be called Trouble and Temper (fitting for these two, no?). I can't stop writing these two now!
It was almost a month after getting engaged that Peyton finally sat down and started really planning things. Even then, it was only because Brooke's constant questioning on the details were getting annoying, and when she realized that Peyton never had any more information, she started not-so-subtly emailing links to flower arrangements and attachments that were dress designs the brunette had come up with.
They had already bought their rings, knowing which one matched her engagement ring. Nathan had, smartly, bought both at the same time, and when they went to pick up the wedding band, they chose a ring for him. They'd put in for their marriage license, so that was already taken care of.
All that was left was...well...everything else.
The more Peyton started thinking about the plans, the more they consumed her every thought. Where would they do it? Who would they invite? Where would they hold the reception? What time? What date? What would she wear? What would everyone else wear? Where would they register for gifts? Did they need gifts? She literally almost started crying every time she thought of something more she hadn't done yet.
The business woman in her decided to sit down and make a list of priorities, and they'd go through them one by one. Yes. That would be easiest.
First things first, they needed to find a location, then set the date. Peyton sat at the table in the kitchen with her lists and her laptop. Soon, the table was half covered with pages with her messy writing and notes, but she felt good getting things down. Getting things done. Hopefully.
"What do you think about a restaurant?" Peyton asked as Nathan entered the kitchen after a run.
"Um...what kind of question is that?" he inquired, trying to catch his breath.
He grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge before sitting across from her at the table. She had her laptop in front of her, and a bunch of papers scattered around. He had no idea what she was talking about.
"For the wedding!" she clarified after rolling her eyes. "Just...we could like, rent a space and do the whole thing there, you know? Then we wouldn't have to move between venues, or..."
"Sounds great," he said, cutting her off.
"Yeah? Because...I mean, I don't need a church, but if you wanted to do it there," she started, before seeing the smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms. "What?"
"Look at you, all girly," he said teasingly.
"It's not girly! Weddings don't plan themselves," she pointed out with a raised brow.
Even as she was speaking, she realized it was a little girly. And she kind of liked it.
"I know," he said with a nod. "But you look so cute getting all excited."
"Whatever," she scoffed, waving her hand in the air and turning back to her computer screen.
He watched as she typed away and clicked through whatever she was looking at. She really did look adorable, and he knew that no matter how much she wanted to downplay her excitement, she really was enjoying planning and looking for locations and talking about flowers and dresses with the girls.
"What kind of restaurant?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"I don't know. Something cool with a good...mood," she said, shrugging her shoulders with her eyes still fixed on the screen.
"You know, cool decor, good menu," she explained, looking up at him. "Anything come to mind?"
"I like exposed bricks," he said pensively. She could only laugh at his response, because it wasn't really much of one. "What?"
"I was kind of hoping for a name, babe," she pointed out, tilting her head to the side as she grinned at him.
"I'm thinking!" he said indignantly.
"Why don't you think about it in the shower?" she suggested, eyeing his sweaty physique.
It had recently gotten hot enough outside for him to run without his shirt on, and he was taking full advantage of that. She didn't know if he was trying to torture her, but he certainly was. She watched a bead of sweat move down his chest, and he saw that look of...appreciation...in her eyes.
He loved that look.
"I'll probably just think about you," he said as he stood from his place and leaned across the table to kiss her.
"You are so cheesy sometimes!" she yelled after him as he jogged towards the stairs.
"You love it!"
She really couldn't argue with that at all.
It wasn't until she heard the water start that she actually started focusing again. She knew damn well that he fully expected her to sneak into the shower with him, but she wouldn't. She'd been procrastinating enough, and as it was, she wasn't sure they'd be able to book anything during the timeframe they wanted. She wasn't about to waste any more time.
But then, when he came back downstairs, he told her that he needed to go shopping and wanted her advice, and with him basically telling her he'd let her pick out whatever she wanted for him - within reason - she quickly abandoned what she'd been working on.
They were at the River Court one evening. Nathan had gotten restless sitting in the house, and he'd asked Peyton if she wanted to take a walk. Of course, when he grabbed his basketball, she knew exactly where they were going. It wasn't a short walk, but they felt like teenagers again. She was in her converse sneakers and a simple hoodie, and he was in jeans and a long sleeved tee shirt. They were walking hand in hand as his free one bounced the ball down the sidewalk.
By the time they got to the old court it was dark out, but he flipped on the lights and Peyton watched as he tossed the ball effortlessly, both of them smiling each time it fell through the chains, making that sound both of them had heard so many times over the years.
"Hey, so I was thinking," he started as he shot a lazy free throw, "maybe Jamie can be my best man."
She looked at him and tilted her head as she smiled. That was just the sweetest thing she'd ever heard.
"What?" he asked.
"That's just...so perfect," she assured him. "I love that idea. I mean, as long as Lucas won't feel left out or something."
"Whatever," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "We're only having a best man and a maid of honour, right? No one will ask questions if I pick my son over anyone else."
He raised a good point. She'd just assumed that he'd choose Lucas as his best man. She wouldn't necessarily have been uncomfortable if that had been the case, but she had to admit, she felt a little relieved knowing it'd be Jamie standing there and not Lucas. Something about her ex-boyfriend being her fiancée's best man, and him having to walk down the aisle with her best friend and his other ex-girlfriend...It was all just a little bit too much.
Plus, Brooke and Jamie would look adorable together, walking hand in hand down the aisle.
"I love it," she said softly.
"Good." He shot the ball again, cursing under his breath when he missed. "I'll talk to him. And Lucas."
"I'll talk to Brooke," she said with a smile, knowing that everyone was already aware that Brooke would be Peyton's maid of honour, but she still wanted to make it official.
The next day, they had both Jamie and Brooke over to talk things over, and it was no surprise, after Nathan explained the role of the best man, that Jamie asked once again if he had to wear a tux. Peyton assured him that he didn't, and that all he had to do was hold onto the rings. Brooke squealed excitedly like it was some kind of secret that she'd stand up for Peyton, and Nathan just laughed at the both of them. Every time they talked about the wedding, even a little bit, Brooke's excitement would rub off on Peyton, and the two of them would chatter incessantly about it. He kind of loved that, though.
He left the two girls to it and he and Jamie went to play video games. He could still hear Peyton and Brooke in the kitchen as they made lunch and talked about colours for Brooke's dress.
"I think I found it," Nathan announced with a proud smirk upon entering her office.
She was buried in paperwork, piled up to her shoulders as she sat at her desk. Rebecca had taken a few days off to visit relatives out of state, and Peyton hadn't realized just how much she'd come to rely on her assistant until she wasn't there anymore. She was managing to sift through the work, but it was the little things like ordering office supplies and answering the phones that were interrupting her regular workflow. She reminded herself to take Rebecca for lunch when she came back into town as a thank you for the amount of work she did, and the level of perfection to which she did it.
"Hmm?" she said absently as she typed an email to a photographer in New York who had taken some live shots of one of her artists to use in promotional pieces.
"For the wedding. I found the place," he repeated. "Come on. They agreed to meet with us at 2:00."
It was nearly two weeks after she had initially asked him what he thought about locations, and he'd secretly gone to a few of the nicer places in town, hoping to find some venues for them to consider and take that worry off her plate. She had enough to do as it was, and as much as Lucas had made fun of him for blowing off playing ball at the River Court to scout places for the wedding, he knew Peyton would appreciate his effort.
"Busy. I know," he said before taking her hand in his and pulling her away from her computer. "Just think of this as one less thing you'll have to stress about. It'll take an hour, tops."
He watched as she let out a heavy sigh and closed her eyes slowly. He knew how she got when she was working, and she hated to be interrupted, but they both knew that finding a location for their little wedding had been plaguing them both for weeks. They both just wanted it to be checked off the list so they could move on with the plans.
"One hour," she warned sternly. "Then I have to get back here."
"I promise," he said before kissing her quickly and following her to the door.
She had forgotten completely about the five star Italian restaurant at Wrightsville Beach, though she really shouldn't have. It was the place Nathan had taken her for their one month anniversary when they were in high school, and she had to laugh at how important one month of dating had seemed to her younger self. If she'd only known then that she'd be scouting wedding locations with that same boy years later, she may have made mental notes of more of the details of that night.
He'd showed up with no flowers, but had given her a simple silver necklace - one that neither of them knew where it had ended up. She'd given it back to him after their breakup, and he had no idea where he'd put it. Maybe he'd actually thrown it out in his teenaged arrogance, thinking that it was worthless. He couldn't have known the value it would hold, and Peyton didn't fault him for getting rid of the thing.
Now years later, when they stepped out of the car, Peyton rushed towards Nathan, throwing her arms around him. She was blown away that not only had he remembered the first time they'd gone there, but that he had found a place so obviously perfect for them.
"Yes," she said softly into his neck, with his arms wrapped around her.
"You haven't seen the inside yet," he pointed out with a chuckle.
"Doesn't matter," she said, pulling away from him and smiling. "I remember."
"I thought you might. Come on," he said, placing his hand on the small of her back.
Not that she'd really needed any more convincing, he realized, but the way she smiled over at him when they stepped through the doors was confirmation that they'd found the perfect space. Well, he'd found the perfect space, as she was sure he'd never let her forget.
The interior had a wrought iron spiral staircase leading to an upstairs dining area for private parties, and though they'd hope they could rent the entire space, she loved the look of that staircase. There were a few fireplaces throughout the restaurant that, in the summer, they were told could be filled with candles. The table tops were dark wood, the lighting was soft, and the brass-railed bar was stocked with perfectly organized bottles of wine. There was a wide patio that hung out over the ocean when the tide was in, and she could already picture their family and friends standing there and watching the two of them get married.
Nathan asked all the right questions, and somehow, that made her fall in love with him a little more. She looked at the art on the walls and the wine selection as he talked prices and capacity and menu. She had a vision in her head already of where everyone would sit and how everything would go. The owner assured them that he was flexible on dates, as long as he knew enough time in advance. Peyton pulled out her iPhone and checked her calendar, and they set a date then and there.
It was after Nathan's season was over, and after Mia's tour was over. School would be out and the weather would be perfect. Everyone would be around; Peyton had checked with her father and her brother, and with all their friends, and the beginning of July was perfect.
It took them a little over the hour that Peyton had been so insistent on being away from the office, but by the end of the meeting, they had a rough menu, ideas for simple decorations, a deposit put down, and wines chosen. They told the owner, Pino, about their little date there, years ago, and he smiled at them and the sentiment his restaurant held for them. He told them he loved that he could help them have the perfect day, and that he'd do everything he could to make sure it went smoothly.
Nathan and Peyton both breathed sighs of relief once they were in the car again, and she took his hand in his before he started the car.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
"You don't have to thank me," he insisted, shrugging his shoulders. "One thing to check off the list."
"Maybe I should just give you everything to do," she said with a laugh. "You seem to be doing pretty well with the wedding planning thing."
"Let's not get carried away," he said, shaking his head as he turned the key and put the car in drive. "All that girly stuff is still all on you. Flowers and seating charts and stuff."
"I think carnations," she mused. "For the flowers."
"Carnations? Aren't those kind of simple?"
"Exactly. But they come in all sorts of colours. I think it'd be cool to not even have a set colour scheme, and just get a bunch of them to put on tables and stuff," she said, making it sound like the simplest thing in the world. He kind of loved that.
"Carnations it is," he said with a nod.
"What my girl wants, my girl gets," he said, smirking at her when she rolled her eyes.
They both knew he wasn't joking, and she didn't think he was lame.
Peyton stepped into Brooke's house with a few pages in her hands. She was worried about showing her designer friend photos of someone else's dresses that she had found and liked, knowing Brooke would want to design something completely original. Peyton just knew that Brooke had the tendency to get a little bit carried away, and she wanted to make sure that her best friend knew exactly what she had in mind.
"Hey!" Brooke said from her place on the sofa.
"Hi," Peyton said, sitting down next to the brunette.
"What's this? Ideas?" Brooke asked nonchalantly. Clearly she wasn't insulted that Peyton had brought a few samples.
"Something like that, yeah," Peyton explained. "Just a few things I liked."
"This length?" Brooke asked after taking a few moments to look at the dresses on the pages.
"Is that bad?" Peyton asked skeptically.
"No! No, it's actually great. Show off those legs," Brooke said with a kinked brow. "I really like this one."
"Yeah," Peyton said with a smile. Brooke was holding the exact dress Peyton had fallen in love with. Save for a few simple changes, it was exactly what she wanted. "I love that one, too."
"I'd take up the hem a couple inches. Maybe just above the knee," Brooke pointed out, using the tone she always used when speaking of design work. "And maybe change up the neckline just a little bit. This bow is too big for your frame, but that's easy enough to change. And you want ivory?"
Peyton was impressed. She hadn't thought of any of those things. Not really. But certainly when Brooke pointed them out, they were noticeable. The bow was too big. And no, she didn't want ivory.
"I was thinking white," Peyton explained.
"Yes. Pure. Classic," Brooke mused. "Not that you're really either of those things, but who's counting."
Peyton shoved her best friend playfully as they both laughed, and Brooke got up and pinned the design to the bulletin board on the easel in her living room. She'd been waiting for something to work on, and this was just perfect. Now that she knew the style of dress Peyton wanted, she could get started on not only the design for it, but for her own dress as well.
"Come on. Let's go look at fabrics. I'm thinking Thai silk. It has a really cool sheen to it, but it's not like...blinding," Brooke explained, grabbing her keys and walking towards the door.
The two of them spent the rest of the day strolling through the fabric store, looking for the perfect one for the dress. They found it after about an hour of searching through bolts, with Brooke buying not only the material for Peyton's dress, but also a dozen other fabrics for things she swore she could already envision, but hadn't sketched yet.
Brooke came to Peyton a few days later with a finished sketch that was perfect in every way. She'd changed the things she had said needed changing, and added a few little details that Peyton hadn't even thought of. It was perfect.
When, three weeks later, Brooke showed Peyton the finished product, both girls teared up. Even more so when Peyton slipped the dress on for the first time.
She was really getting married, and Brooke was really going to be her maid of honour, and she had the most beautiful dress for when it all happened.
Nathan was going away for a few road games, and as he stood in their bedroom, tossing things into his bag, Peyton watched him from the doorway. She always hated this part. He was leaving for a week, and while a week wasn't really that long, she still hated having to say goodbye. He'd assure her that he'd see her soon, and he'd kiss her before he drove away, but that didn't really make it any easier. His team, unfortunately, missed the playoffs, so this trip was his last of the season, and then he'd be home for 5 months before his next season started.
"Why do you always look so hot right before I have to leave you?" he asked, looking her up and down.
She was wearing a new pair of jeans he insisted he loved, and just a black camisole. The weather was warm, and the house was warm. She wouldn't let him turn on the A/C yet, choosing instead to open all the doors and windows and let the salty ocean breeze regulate the temperature of their home.
"It's all an illusion," she said, stepping into the room and laying down on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbow as she laid on her side, and he lifted his bag off the bed and dropped it on the floor.
"Not an illusion," he said as he lay down next to her. "I hate this part."
"Me too," she said, moving closer to him and pushing him onto his back before climbing onto him so she was straddling him.
"This doesn't make it easier," he warned her, letting his hands fall to her thighs.
"I could point out all the reasons that's not true," she said seductively, making him take a deep breath and shake his head at her. "But I don't want you to miss your bus."
"You always have to remind me what I'm leaving, don't you?"
"No," she said, shaking her head in the negative. "I just like to remind you of what you get to come home to."
He smiled up at her before she leaned down to kiss him, and he held her against him for a few moments instead of letting her go.
"I love you," he said softly.
"I know," she said, making him chuckle. "I love you."
"Three weeks till we make it official," he said with a smile as she rolled off him and he got up to pack the last of his things. "You excited?"
They'd finalized all their plans, and save for a few last minute things that couldn't be done ahead of time, there was nothing left to do but wait. Hers and Brooke's dresses were finished, Nathan and Jamie had suits, invitations had been sent and RSVPs were completed. They'd booked their honeymoon - Mexico, as they'd joked about in the beginning - and they were set to take off the morning after the wedding. Everyone seemed surprised that Peyton had pulled everything together so quickly, but she just shrugged her shoulders and told them it really wasn't that much work. Of course, they all knew that was a lie, but they wouldn't point that out.
"I am excited," she said, nodding her head. "I can't wait."
"For the wedding? Or to be my wife?" he asked with a smirk.
"Both," she said, getting up on her knees in front of him on the bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I'll never get packed if you keep pressing up against me like this," he said, his voice low as he gripped her hips. She just shrugged her shoulder coyly as she looked at him. "Seriously. I need to get ready here, and you're making it really...difficult."
"Good word choice," she teased.
She kissed him quickly and set her feet on the ground, walking out of the room before he could ask where she was going.
She was sipping iced tea from a frosted glass on the front porch steps when he walked outside to leave, and he sat down next to her, knowing that the bus would wait if he took a few minutes to sit with his fiancé before saying goodbye. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him as they watched a young couple with two toddlers walking down the street. They didn't know the people, but they waved anyway, and the couple waved back.
"That'll be us soon," he said softly, running his hand up and down her arm.
"Yes, honey. I get it. You want a kid," Peyton said jokingly.
"I want our kid," he clarified, kissing her temple. "Our kid is going to be awesome."
"You think so, huh?"
"He will be! Or she," he said when she pulled away to look at him. She couldn't hide her smile. "Our kid will be all confident and badass. If it's a girl, she'll be just like you."
"Lucky girl," Peyton said, making him laugh. "You're going to make her a total daddy's girl, aren't you?"
"Damn right I am," he said proudly. His phone rang, and it was his teammate who he was picking up on the way to Wilmington, reminding him that he had to go. "I have to..."
"I know," she said, leaning over to kiss him. "Go win your games. Be careful. I love you."
"I love you," he said, kissing her again before standing. "See you in a week."
"One week," she repeated.
She waved at him as he pulled away from the curb before stepping back into their now emptier house. She liked her alone time, but she liked her time with Nathan better, and maybe, she thought, that was the most obvious sign of how much she'd grown in the last year or so. She used to crave being alone. She still did, to a degree. She liked to have an hour to herself in her office to listen to music, but she also liked hearing Nathan and Lucas laugh and talk downstairs, or to hear Jamie and his dad playing video games. When she was alone in the house, there was just silence.
She definitely liked that it wouldn't be silent for long.
Peyton stood in her old bedroom at Brooke's house with her best friend and her father standing behind her, seeing her as a bride for the first time. Her father, she could tell, was already fighting back tears, and Brooke wasn't even trying.
Peyton was just happy.
She couldn't stop smiling, and the night before, sleeping away from Nathan after a night with the girls - Brooke, Haley, Lindsey, Karen and Deb - she never felt so far away, but so close to him, ever before.
It hadn't been a bachelorette party. The six women just sat in Brooke's living room with some wine and told stories and talked. She knew that Nathan was doing a similar thing at their house with Jamie, Lucas, Skills, Chase, Derek, Larry, Andy and Dan. Yes, Lucas agreed to set aside his ill feelings toward his 'father' for the event, and according to the short call she'd put in to Nathan that morning, Dan and Lucas had gotten along just fine after the initial discomfort.
And now, she stood in front of a full length mirror in her wedding dress, holding the hands of her father and her best friend. Her hair was down and falling over her shoulders naturally. Her makeup was done flawlessly by Brooke, and she had on a pair of blue strappy heels that matched the colour of Brooke's dress. Brooke had made Jamie a tie and pocket square out of the same material.
The dress was everything she wanted to be, though she had known that already. It was strapless, cut to the knee, with covered buttons up the bodice at the back and a tasteful bow near the neckline on the left side. It was different, but still traditional, and it fit her like a custom gown should.
"You ready for this?" she asked the two people at her side.
"Honey, we're supposed to ask you that," Brooke said with a laugh as Larry shook his head.
"I'm ready," Peyton assured them. "I've been ready. Nathan and I actually talked about eloping in Mexico right after we got engaged."
"What is with you two and Mexico?" Brooke laughed as she gathered the things they'd need at the ceremony and reception. "I'll give you guys a minute."
Larry shot Brooke a wink as a thank you before turning back to his daughter.
"You look beautiful," he said, smiling as he looked at her.
"Thanks, dad," she said softly.
"I wish your mom was here," he admitted. She had known he was going to say it, but she still had to quell the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Me too," she whispered. She held up her right hand to show him the ring she was wearing on her middle finger. It was one he'd given Anna when they first started dating. A simple ruby in a gold setting. He smiled and took her hand in his when he saw it. "It's my something old."
"It's not that old," he pointed out with a chuckle. "Something new?"
"Necklace Nathan bought me last week," she said, fingering the thin chain and simple diamond pendant as it sat on her neck. He came home with it, calling it a wedding gift, which she'd assured him she didn't need,. He had insisted, and she hadn't taken it off since.
"Something borrowed?" he asked.
"Earrings from Deb."
"And the shoes are something blue," he said, looking to her feet. "Looks like you're all set. Are you sure he's the one?"
"Dad!" she cried with a laugh as he smiled.
"Come on, then," he said, chuckling and pulling the door open. "Let's get you married."
It was a beautiful day. The weather was perfect, and the ceremony went off without incident. No one but Brooke and Larry knew what Peyton's dress looked like - it was Tree Hill's best kept secret - and so when she walked down the 'aisle', all their guests took breaths and smiled and oo-ed and ah-ed. They'd later tell her it was perfect.
They all smiled and wondered what Nathan said when he whispered into Peyton's ear after Larry 'gave' her away. They all saw Peyton blush and stifle a laugh, but she knew that no one would believe her if she told them that Nathan had told her she looked hot. They both remembered that early conversation, with her saying that no woman wants to look hot on her wedding day. But when he said the words, she had to admit that she loved it.
All the women cried, Peyton included. Peyton heard Brooke sniffle behind her a couple times, and when Jamie pulled out his pocket square partway through the ceremony and walked past his father and almost-step-mom to hand it to his Godmother, everyone laughed. There was that Scott boy hero complex on display.
Simple vows were said, and rings were exchanged, and after the short ceremony, Peyton and Nathan snuck a few moments alone while everyone settled into their seats in the restaurant.
"You look so amazing," Nathan said during a brief break from kissing his new wife.
"So do you," she said softly, eyeing him again. He looked perfect in his suit - black on black with a white tie, just as they'd talked about when they'd first gotten engaged. "I love you so much, Nathan."
He smiled at her and kissed her again before saying the same words back to her.
They were announced as husband and wife, and they held hands as they walked through the room towards their table. Their little gathering of people clapped for them again, and Brooke was still crying with Chase on one side and Jamie on the other. Nathan laughed and wished Chase good luck, and when Peyton started tearing up again and pulled Brooke into a hug, Chase said the same thing to Nathan.
There were a lot of toasts - it seemed almost everyone in the room had something to say - and the wine and Champagne flowed freely. It was a relaxed, laid back celebration, just as Peyton and Nathan had wanted it.
They danced their first dance together to Try A Little Tenderness, and only the two of them knew why. Everyone asked, but they wouldn't tell the reason. The newlyweds laughed as Brooke and Jamie took to the floor next to them, with Chase smiling at his girlfriend from his seat.
Peyton danced with every man in attendance, laughing with her father, and making jokes with Chase and Derek, and spinning around with her step-son. Nathan stood by the bar with a scotch in his hand as he watched his wife dance with his brother, smiling at even the idea that the two of them could be so close without all the tension.
After dinner, Peyton and Nathan scanned the room. She was standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders as they watched Brooke laugh heartily at something Chase said. Andy, Karen and Deb were talking in one corner, while Larry and Dan talked in another. Lucas and Lindsey were entertaining Jamie and Lily while Haley talked to Derek. Peyton could see that there was perhaps a little spark between her brother and one of her closest friends, and when she pointed it out to Nathan, he could only shake his head. He could tell right away that Haley was flirting with Derek, but he couldn't find it in him to really be affected at all by that knowledge. The truth was, she could do a lot worse.
"Best wedding ever," Peyton mused, leaning down and wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"Totally," Nathan agreed. "Look at everyone."
"Look at us," she said softly, kissing the hinge of his jaw as his thumb moved over the two rings that now sat on her left hand.
"I almost can't believe we're married," he admitted. "I mean, I can, because I'm so insanely in love with you, but...You're my wife."
She kissed him again and knew that moment was perfect.
"Good timing, too," she said into his ear, making him turn around and look at her questioningly.
"You're pregnant," he stated with a smile. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but still somehow the best kept secret.
He knew it was true by what she'd just said and how she was looking at him, and when he saw her smile and nod, he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
"Surprise...?" she said, raising her shoulders adorably.
He stood from his chair and gathered her into his arms, and neither of them cared if anyone questioned the sudden embrace. They assumed no one would, given what event they were gathered for. He murmured semi-coherent things into her hair as his hand cradled the back of her neck, and he felt her let out a breath that was probably relief.
"Wait, what have you been drinking all night?" he asked worriedly as he pulled away and studied her face.
"Ginger ale," she assured him. "Pino and I had a little chat."
"Sneaky, Sawyer," he said before kissing her and pulling her closer again. "A baby."
"Yes, honey. A baby," she confirmed. "Our baby."
"You know how much I love you?" he asked, smirking as she toyed with the material of his tie.
"It better be a lot," she said with a raised eyebrow. He just laughed and leaned down to press his lips to hers. He vaguely heard Brooke shout across the room about smudging Peyton's lip gloss, but he didn't care, and he suspected Brooke really didn't either.
"You have no idea," he whispered into her hair.
"I might," she said with a smile. "But if you really love me, you'll get me and your baby another piece of cake."
"I'm on it," he laughed, moving to step away from her. His heart raced a little more when she said 'your baby'. He really didn't want to be away from her. He wanted to talk to her about the baby and how long she'd known and how she was feeling. So he was thankful when she reached for his wrist to keep him from walking away.
"Don't call me Sawyer anymore," she said, smiling when he laughed. That certainly didn't match the conversation they'd had months ago about what he could call her once they were married.
"How does Mrs. Scott sound?" he asked with a smirk.
He just smiled and nodded.
He thought so, too.