#peytcns

The warm sun was beating down on Brooke although she was buried far enough into Peytons neck to still be sleeping, if her phone wasn’t ringing. Groaning softly the blonde reached out and swiped for her phone, picking it up with a sharp inhale, “ugh, it’s my mom again. I wish she’d stop calling me, obviously I don’t want to talk to her.” The blonde mumbled sleepily before slapping the red button and tossing her phone to the floor, hoping to god that it broke. “Why can’t we just stay here forever, Pey. I don’t want to go home.”

“Babe, it always will be..” Her arms wrapped around Peyton and she sighed, tugging her in close. College acceptance letters weren’t supposed to be this sad, but to be fair she hadn’t known that Peyton was interested in her like that when she applied. “You could come with me! I bet there’s a better doctor outside of fairview.”

“What, babe?” Her head snapped up from the dance steps she was trying to read and she simply nodded her head. Maybe she’d taken a little too many pills this time because it seemed she was too zoned in. “Eaten? Yeah of course, my mom would kill me if I didn’t. Why?” / @peytcns

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Those words broke Piper’s heart for so many reasons. The first was that it meant that her daughter knew her worried face, knew that despite the strong front she tried to put on holding her daughter’s hand as the doctor prepared for the test that Peyton could see right through it. The second was that knowing this, the little girl’s first instinct was to soothe her, because she was a good kid. Something that made Piper’s eyes well with tears of pride. But finally, she couldn’t help but think that her daughter’s reassurances might have been the truth. And that was the thought that shattered her heart. That her baby, her seven year old baby, had been through so many tests at this stage of her life that the needles truly didn’t bother her anymore. Just the thought made her lean down, and peck the child’s forehead. “I know baby, that’s because you’re such a brave girl,” She said, forcing her voice not to shake. Because if Peyton could be brave, then she could be too.

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“Don’t say hate,” Piper chastised, however not as firmly as she might have any other day. Of course any other day was hardly all that firm either. However, today, today she couldn’t bear to be strict even in the gentlest sense because her baby was sick. Again. She brushed the five year old’s curls behind her ear, mourning slightly that they were beginning to loosen as Peyton grew. “How about three spoonfuls, huh?” She offered, sitting the bowl on the table beside the bed as she tried her bargaining, “And then, we can watch Toy Story. And maybe see if daddy’s free to call?” It didn’t matter how busy his day was, she knew Eli would answer. She knew he felt bad about having to go to work in the first place during one of their daughter’s flare ups. “He’d be so happy to hear you had something to eat,” She told the little girl wrapped up in her blankets, her mother’s hand running across her forehead to see if the fever had broken yet.

“I just think maybe I should go get your dad if you don’t feel good, P. .” Not that she really wanted to go into Eli and Mila’s room, believe her, she was good but when the brunette complained about not feeling well, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t worried. Glancing at the other female in the dark, Brooke sighed before slipping under the covers again. Fingers twisting to tug them up and over the two again, she rolled over, her arms coming to wrap nervously against the brunette's waist, still a little cautious when it came to what was okay and what wasn’t. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? Promise me.” / @peytcns.