Welcome to the OSI sequel! There's a lot of narrative explanation in this chapter. Hope it's not too cumbersome. Enjoy :D

Sam woke up at exactly 6:30 in the morning to the sound of a baby whimpering. At 3:00 pm her parents were set to get married. Become wife and husband. The girl couldn't have been happier for her two lovebird parents. She tiredly made her way through the quiet house. Her parents would be waking up soon, and she was sure pandemonium would occur once the bridal party showed up to get ready. Sam had told her parents they were crazy for preparing a wedding after having just had a baby. The teenager had no idea where they got the energy from. Although, they were a lot more cranky and exhausted lately. Sam was wise not to point that out though.

The dynamic in the household had certainly changed too, and it made the teenager feel a little off at times, but she had adjusted. Her parents didn't spend as much time with her. Whereas before, it was natural to see the small family huddled up watching a movie, or one of their favorite shows on any given night. Now, the parents had to tend to the twins. Bathe them, change them, rock them until they fell asleep. If her mom and dad didn't need any help with her brother and sister, Sam would usually end up going to her room or downstairs after dinner or heading to Liz's house. Sometimes they'd try to watch a movie, but it was difficult to keep the twins entertained for that long.

Her parents still loved her to death, of course. Their interactions just weren't as long as before, because they'd inevitably get cut short by a crying infant, who either needed a change, was hungry, or just generally fussy. More likely than not the crying baby would be Carter. Sam deemed him the "drama king" of the twins.

After both Lucas and Brooke's leave ended and they had to go back to work, Karen took care of them until either Lucas or Brooke got home. Although, she'd usually stay longer because she loved to see her oldest granddaughter and give her some of the cuddles that she knew the girl was missing. Her parents did make more of a point to make sure one of them kissed her goodnight or tucked her in though. And sometimes, after a day of seeing her parents haggard and tired from work, wedding planning, and babies, it was nice to see them sit down on her bed, smile down at her, then kiss her goodnight and whisper that they loved her. Some days she'd sit up and hug them tightly to her. She wanted so badly to whisper that she missed them, but didn't for fear of sounding spoiled. Fortunately, the parents knew what that meant and would make a point to spend time with her afterward. Having one of their friends spend a morning or afternoon with their youngest babies.

It had been five months since Brooke had given birth. The twins were born premature by a month, but luckily, they were perfectly healthy. Sam liked to joke that the girl, Riley, was the runt of the two, because, not only was she the youngest, having come out five minutes later, but she was also smaller than her brother Carter.

Their personalities were funny to the teenager. Her baby brother was so fussy and playful. He loved to babble and play peek a boo with her. He also liked to throw things on the floor and laugh hysterically when someone would pick up his toy and hand it back to him. Only to have it land on the floor again. Sam hated that game. Carter also liked to play with the baby food that they were now starting to give them. The food always ended up all over his face, hands, and arms. He loved to breastfeed though and they already knew that he'd be the hardest to wean off his mommy's milk.

Riley was quieter than her brother and gave Sam and her parents these huge, crystal eyes whenever they'd come into the room she was in. Sam told her parents that those eyes would melt them when she got older. Brooke and Lucas didn't doubt it. Her favorite toy was her Winnie the Pooh rattle and she could shake it all day, meanwhile her hippo was attached to her left hand. She was the most curious out of the two babies. She could spend hours looking at all of her surroundings and pointing at random things, attempting to babble incoherent descriptions of them.

The girl also loved her fingers very much. Her hands and feet were always a wonder to her. And each time she discovered them once more, it was Christmas all over again. It wasn't unusual to see her feet pulled up in her hands or her fingers being sucked on.

Her cry was a lot different from her brother's too. His was loud from the start. A screeching yell. Riley's started with a pout, and quivering lips. Her eyes widened and tears streamed down before any loud sound was made. And even when her cries were hard, they weren't nearly as hasty and urgent as her brother's. Riley was also able to have more bouts of alone time, as long as she was distracted. Carter usually ended up crying for someone to carry him faster than his sister.

But both thrived off the love and care that their parents and Sam gave them. They were lucky kids and as Sam got up from her bed that early morning, she hoped to God that when they got older they treated her well, because she was a good big sister goddamnit!

The 15 year old tiptoed into her siblings' bedroom, "Hey Thing 1 and Thing 2" She whispered. It was one of the many affectionate nicknames she had for them. To her surprise the sniveling wasn't coming from Carter, but from Riley. She closed the door and walked over, "Hey Riles, what's wrong?" She cooed and picked her up, "Usually it's Carter making all the noise."

The baby looked at her with watery eyes. Sam wrinkled her nose once the baby was close enough. Problem solved. She had a dirty diaper. Despite the discomfort in her bum, the infant laid her head on her big sister's shoulder and stuck two fingers in her mouth.

Sam sighed, "Alright, let's get you changed my little runt." Sam bounced the infant in her arms and walked over to the changing table, picking up her pink pacifier from the crib in the process. Sam unzipped the yellow onesie Riley was in and slipped her legs out from it, the cold air bothering her. The small infant started to whimper again.

"Gimme two seconds to fix you up Riley." Sam whispered, "You want your binkie? Will that make you feel better?" She put the pacifier near her lips and the 5 month old immediately latched on.

Sam chuckled as she untaped the diaper, the smell overwhelming her immediately. "Oh God." She murmured covering her nose for a second, "I don't know what the hell is in mom's milk, but this is downright nuclear!" The teenager quickly fixed her up, and had her snugly back into her onesie. Riley looked at her with her big green eyes. Just like Brooke's. Sam sat down with her in the rocking chair and started to sing softly to her.

He said, "Let's get out of this town,

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds."

I thought heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

Her voice enraptured the girl. Both twins absolutely loved to hear Sam sing and play the piano. She stared up at Sam and the older sister smiled at her as she sang and rocked them in the chair.

Brooke opened her eyes, feeling more relaxed and well rested than was the usual. She then saw that it was already 6:45. She burst out of bed. Why had she not woken up even once that night to her babies needing one of them? She looked at her nightstand and realized the baby monitor wasn't there either.

"What the hell?" She murmured. It hadn't even registered that it was her wedding day. Her first thought was her kids. She high tailed it to their room and stopped short of bursting through the door when she heard the soft, soothing voice of her eldest. She didn't open the door. She knew when she did Sam would have to stop and acknowledge her. Her peanut's voice was beautiful and she loved to listen to it. The teen had been singing more lately because of her brother and sister. Brooke loved to watch Sam as 'big sister.' But it also killed the mother to know that she had missed out on mothering an infant Sam. She had thought that it hurt to know it before, but now she was experiencing all the milestones with Riley and Carter, and it made it even harder to think of.

She knew it hurt Sam too. It hurt to watch Lucas and Brooke dote on the two little babies, knowing that when she was an infant the only people to care for her were revolving nurses. It hurt to know that it took 14 years to find that parental love. But at the same time she was so grateful that her brother and sister had that. Sam was thankful to all that was holy that the pain stopped with her and that the two precious little humans she was also falling in love with didn't have to deal with that. Sam began to cry once, when all these thoughts consumed her, and burst out the living room where the family was. Lucas went to go check on her, because Brooke was nursing Carter. Sam had admitted those feelings to Lucas and the father cradled her and murmured loving nothings until she fell asleep and he put her down for a nap, just as he would Riley or Carter. When he came back down and explained everything to Brooke, the mother cried for her daughter's pain. Brooke slipped into Sam's room that night and watched her sleep for a bit, as creepy as that sounds. "I love you my precious baby." She whispered before getting up, "I'll never leave you."

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress,

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your

Wildest dreams, ah-ha ohh,

Wildest dreams, ah-ha ohh.

The mother finally decided it was time to open the door. Sam lifted her head up when she heard the door, while Riley kicked her legs happily and snuggled closer into her sister.

"Oh you woke up." She said sadly, standing up with Riley still in her arms and now more wide awake, "I wanted you and dad to sleep in."

Brooke walked over and took Riley carefully from Sam, "Did you take the baby monitor?"

Sam nodded, "You guys deserve your sleep, since you know it's your wedding day and all."

Right. That's what today was. Her wedding day.

"Sammy,, thank you." She looked at Sam with a loving look and pecked her forehead, "That was so sweet. Did they wake you up a lot?"

"Just twice at night." Sam responded with a shrug.

"They're doing so much better now. I think our little lovebug is hungry though."

Sam watched as her mother undid her nightgown and maneuvered Riley to breastfeed. The baby immediately latched on.

Brooke looked to her eldest as she patted Riley's back rhythmically while she nursed, "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We have to start getting ready at 9."

Sam looked unsure, "Are you positive? I can take care of the mini heathens and you can go back to bed."

Brooke chuckled a bit at her daughter, "I know you can, but I want you to sleep. I've got it peanut."

The girl reluctantly agreed and went over to kiss her mother before heading out. She was going to head to her bed but saw the opportunity to go snuggle with her dad and decided to take it. She went into her parents' room and crawled into bed. Her dad looked positively exhausted. She smiled because he was sleeping with his mouth open. The teenager moved closer to him and laid her head near his chest. Lucas felt the weight and opened his eyes sleepily. When he saw who it was, he smiled, "Hi champ." He whispered groggily and then pulled her close. She cuddled onto his chest, "Morning dad." She whispered.

"Let's sleep some more?" He asked.

She just nodded and felt her dad give her three soft love pats to her bottom. She realized that they did that to her baby brother and sister to get them back to sleep, and pouted because she was 15 years old and got the same treatment. But, she chose to say nothing, because Sam secretly loved that they did that, and it did seem to calm her.

At around 8 am Brooke came in carrying two sleepy babies. She saw her other sleeping baby in her father's arms and wanted to snap a picture, but her hands were full. She sat down and placed Carter on top of his daddy. Carter, feeling his dad, started to wiggle and play on top of him. A little hand landed smack dab on Lucas's face, forcing him wide awake, and startled. Sam groand and turned away from the movement.

Carter giggled happily at his dad's funny looking face. "Look babies, daddy's awake." Brooke said enthusiastically.

She took Riley's hand and waved it towards Lucas. The baby's left hand was preoccupied with her hippo. The man smiled widely at his whole family on his bed and sat up holding Carter with one hand so he wouldn't fall.

"Hey slugger." He said leaning his head and covering the baby's' face in kisses making the little boy erupt in more laughter.

"You're such a big boy Carter. Let me see those pearly whites!" He smiled at him.

"He only has one tooth Luke." Brooke told him through a chuckle. Riley had adjusted herself to be resting her face on Brooke's chest. She looked up at her mom with pleading eyes. Brooke gave the baby girl her pacifier, knowing it was what she wanted.

"And another tooth's coming out. I can already see it!" Lucas argued.

Brooke held Riley close and kissed the top of the girl's head as she watched Lucas play with their son. The baby girl squirmed and leant in to to touch Sam. " Yeah," Brooke told her, "Your big sister's sleeping." Riley hit Sam's exposed arm softly, "ah, ah, ah." She babbled.

"Mhm, I think she's fake sleeping too." Brooke answered.

"Resting." Sam mumbled to correct her mother.

Lucas looked over and smiled at her youngest daughter, "Hi Riles. Wanna come with daddy?"

Brooke and him exchanged babies. Riley gave her dad one of her signature smiles, dropping the pacifier in the process. Her only tooth, a deep milky white shone through. Lucas loved the way Riley smiled at him. It made him melt, just like Sam's smile could.

"Hi nugget." He cooed, "Who's my little nugget?" He asked the child enthusiastically, making her gurgle nonsense babble to him, "Yes you are. Yes you are!"

Another groan came from their teenager. She pushed herself up, "I'm gonna finish sleeping in my room."

She dropped a kiss to both her brother and sister, "See you heathens soon."

Brooke and Lucas looked at each other and laughed, "You have an hour before you really have to get up!" Brooke reminded her, "I'll drop the twins on you if you don't!"

Sam only waved her hand as acknowledgement, though she knew her mom would leave the mini heathens on her bed to give her their version of a wake up call.

Lucas smiled fondly at Brooke as she handed their son a teething ring, "Good morning my beautiful bride." He swooned.

Brooke held her child close and breathed in his baby powder scent, "Hello, my groom." She told him, looking up, "And the father of my children."

They both gave each other a look of deep love as they held their babies. Riley already falling back asleep on her father's chest. And Carter biting down happily on his teething ring. Their 15 year old safe and sound in the other room, surely cuddled up to her prized Barry and her blanket. Their family would officially be complete at three pm today. They were both in bliss.

… … …

The house had turned into a huge, mess of multiple women getting ready. With stylists and makeup artists also filling up the place. Sam, who was Brooke's maid of honor, after getting pushed, pulled, and finally, groomed to perfection, went to hide out in her room for a bit. The girl wished Tamara would've been able to be there with her. But Tamara had gotten a call from her mother in New York City and had reluctantly agreed to visit. This time Camille would be with her, and that made the 17 year old much more comfortable. Sam understood that this was important to her and was excited for her to get back. Hopefully it would go well for her friend. Tamara deserved it.

Sam carefully sat on her chair, so as not to ruin her dress and makeup, then started watching some Netflix. A knock came through and she absentmindedly called to let the person in.

Brooke looked in and her heart stopped after seeing her daughter all dressed up. The girl was wearing a deep burgundy knee length bridesmaid dress. It flared at the ends and was sleeveless. Sam was growing up, and as much as Brooke loved seeing it, she hated it just as much.

"Hey buddy." She spoke softly, then walked in further, "You look beautiful Sam. Just beautiful."

Sam blushed. Her mother telling her that was always a huge compliment. After all, how many people vied for Brooke Davis's love and attention? She was the hotshot fashion designer.

"Thanks mom." Brooke's hair and makeup was done, but the dress would be put on right before going into the church, "But remember this is your day, you're the one that's supposed to look beautiful and wow the world."

Brooke laughed and sat down on the bed, "Well I already know I will. Also, I'm warning you not to say anything that'll make me cry and make my mascara run. So refrain from getting sentimental on me, please."

Sam cocked an eyebrow, "Mom, that's you who gets sentimental. If we sit here long enough you'd probably start crying just by looking at me."

"I would not!" She said indignantly.

"You did that one time!" Sam argued back, "Remember you said you were 'hormonal'" she made sure to put that last word in air quotes.

"Well, for your information, I was. I was pregnant with your brother and sister, remember?"

"OOOOOkay mom. Whatever you say."

Brooke rolled her eyes, "It is exactly I say. And what I say, goes, wanna know why?"

Sam gave her mom a devious smirk, "Hmmm because you're an old lady. And I have to respect my elders."

"I am not old!" Brooke sputtered.

"Well you do have three kids already, and I see some wrinkles forming around your eyes."

Brooke quickly looked to Sam's mirror causing the teenager to burst out laughing. Brooke turned back around and narrowed her eyes, "Why, you little, if you weren't in that dress and your hair wasn't made, your little butt would be mine."

"Well good thing, then." Sam said after her laugh died down.

Brooke stood up from the bed then gave her daughter a soft kiss on her forehead, "We're leaving in 45 minutes, okay? I just wanted to let you know."

"Okay, mama." Sam said turning back to her TV. Brooke took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Her growing teenager still calling her 'mama' was enough to make her wanna cry. God, she was a sap. Sam was right. But Brooke would gladly be a sap for her kids, so with that conclusion she smiled and walked down the steps to where Peyton, Haley, and Millie were.

… … ….

The wedding had been a success. The moment Lucas saw Brooke walk down the aisle he did everything in his power not to cry. Tears slipped through though. Riley and Carter were calm as Sam held Carter and Jack held Riley. It was both a surprise and a relief to Sam because she was not excited to calm a crying baby in front of an audience.

Now the family was all sitting at the head table at the reception. Brooke and Lucas were standing up with a champagne glass in their hand. It was supposed to be that the best man do the toasts, but they had another thing in mind. Sam bobbed Carter on her knee up and down as her parents did their thing. She handed him his plush tiger, that she snuck in for him, as well as Riley's hippo. The baby boy happily chewed its ear. Her methods of bringing them to the wedding wasn't hard. She just made Jack carry them in. It was a funny sight to see the 16 year old with two childish plushies sitting right next to him during the wedding.

"Can you give her the hippo?" Sam asked Jack, who was holding Riley. Jack nodded and picked it up from under the table, "Here ya go Riles." He spoke happily to the child.

The tink, tink, tink, of the champagne glasses came and the room quited.

Brooke and Lucas looked at each other and smiled before starting their joint speech.

"Many of you know the story of Lucas and I as one of high school sweethearts, reconnecting after I moved back from New York, falling in love once more, and having our daughter join us shortly after. Some sort of serendipitous move from God."

Sam kissed the top of Carter's head and listened to her parents intently. That had been the story almost everyone knew. The happenings of how the family came to be was reserved for a tight circle. That had been Brooke and Lucas's decision a while back.

Lucas turned to look at Sam behind them and winked at her. Brooke continued, "But, really, Luke and I, aren't the drivers of us being together. We only have one very special in a person in our life for us being here now. And that's my little peanut. Our Samantha."

Sam blushed furiously and ducked her head a bit.

Luke stepped into the speech, "Sam was real reason for us becoming a family again. She was the reason that I had the guts to finally admit to Brooke that I still loved her after all those years."

The crowd awwed a little at his words.

"See, Sam, she came to the Tree Hill Gym during one of my basketball practices. I was so focused that I saw her come in and thought she was just an office TA. When she told me she was my daughter I couldn't believe it. This girl, I just met, told me she snuck into her social worker's files and found us. She googled us, and it wasn't hard to find two famous parents, right? Me being just a bit more famous than Brooke. But you all know this already."

The crowd laughed at the joke, as did Brooke.

"But." Lucas swallowed as his throat was closing up with emotion, "My kid, my kid was in front of me. And, and all of a sudden you know you get this protective feeling. And Sammy, she was tinier than she is now. Or, well, she looked tinier and so, so alone. Not alone," He took back his words, "but...I guess vulnerable is the right word?" He shook his head to regather his thoughts. He was the writer for Christ's sake!

Brooke grabbed his hand and squeezed it taking over for him, "And so Lucas took Sam over to me. And they came into the store. All I heard was this huge commotion. I come out and see Lucas yelling and Sam fighting off a security guard, because apparently she had tried to get to me first, but was kicked out. Which I still feel horrible about Sammy." She turned to look at her kid, "You didn't deserve that."

Sam offered her mother a weak smile. Their retelling of this was making the girl emotional. But it was nice to hear. She had never heard her parent's explain what they were feeling during that time.

"I see Lucas charging towards me and then he goes dragging me into the back, and then I hear Sam grumble something under her breath and it sounded just like the girl on the radio that had phoned in that day." Brooke remembered all of this quite clearly. Truly, how could she forget?

"Then Lucas called Sam by her name to come with us, and I put the two together and realized Sam was the girl from the radio. She had called in during an interview they were doing with me."

The room stayed quiet as they heard Brooke retell the story, "and had asked if I wanted kids and what I thought about parents who give their kids up for adoption." Brooke took a deep breath, this part was hard,

"It hurt my soul to hear that. To be reminded of the child that I had given up, lost, and, and could never have again. I always loved the little girl I gave up. The little girl whose bright blue eyes looked at me in the hospital and burned an image in my mind for years to come."

She wiped the silent tears that had fallen, "Sammy, I haven't told you this-" She looked into her daughter's eyes, the rest of the room disappearing for a moment, "I went back to that radio station. I just, I don't know what I was thinking, but I asked to get your number. I don't know if I would've called you. But I just needed to know that I could contact you. You left a huge impression on me. And it makes sense, because I come to find out that the girl from the radio, the girl fighting off my security guard, was the little baby in my arms. She was my daughter. It was you, baby." Brooke's stare was still unmoving from her daughter. Sam was outwardly crying now. Peyton had taken a hold of Riley and Haley held Carter so Jack could comfort Sam.

Lucas began once more, "I know that this story probably left you all with a lot more questions. And it's true that there are a lot more personal details, but just know that it all ended up with us becoming co-parents to Sammy. Brooke and I, well, we thought we could do it easily. BUT, co-parenting a teenager, surprisingly, or unsurprisingly for all you seasoned parents, requires a lot of talking, discussions, and the added benefit of disagreements and arguments with your kid and the debriefing session you do after said kid storms out or is banished to her chambers."

More laughter from the crowd. Lucas smiled, "Needless to say we fell in love once more, and here we are. It was because of my champ, Brooke's peanut, our first little one. It was because of her courage and belief that she'd find us one day, that I'm standing here, a proud father to three kids, and the husband of one hec of a wife." He looked to his daughter and raised his glass,
"Sammy, this toast is for you."

Sam wiped her tears and Jack kissed the side of her head as she heard the clink of the glasses. They had left out some of the details, like her wanting their signature. The judge's orders. Their fighting. But that was okay. Those were the personal details Lucas was talking about. Something only their family would know about. Sam looked all around her and was overwhelmed with happiness. God, this was all so crazy!

"What're you thinking?" A gentle voice, brought her from her thoughts. Jack.

"That I can't believe you and I are at such a fancy place, and all dressed up. And I'm at a wedding for my mom and dad, that a year ago, I didn't even know would want me as their kid."

He kissed her lips, "Well believe it." He whispered, "Because it's your life Sam. It's your life."

And it certainly was.

… … ….

"That's your grandpa?" Jack whispered as Sam stared at the guy talking to Brooke and Lucas. He was laughing loudly and standing there as if he owned the place. After the toasts and the food people were starting to just mill around.

"Yeah." Sam simply responded, a little wary about him. She adjusted Carter who was on her hip, "I don't think I like him."

The two teens had left the table and went for a short walk outside with Carter, who was getting fussy inside. Now, they stood by the entrance of the place eyeing the man who was by the head table with her parents.

"You don't even know him." Jack chortled.

"Yeah, well, he's…" How did she describe him? He seemed unreal, bigger than life, "Fake." She finally said.

"Well look at you two together. Samantha, you have him all dressed up." Came another voice. Sam knew that voice. It her was her grandma. Victoria.

Both teenagers turned. Jack blanched, "Oh, um, Hi, Ms. uh, Davis."

"Hello Jack. You should clean up more often young man." The boy squirmed. She was intimidating.

Victoria turned to Sam, "Hand me little Carter Sam."

Sam tried to pry Carter but he didn't budge and started to whimper. Victoria rolled her eyes,

"He's a baby, but it doesn't mean you baby him."

Sam and Jack looked at each other. Umm, isn't that exactly what that means?

Victoria leaned to look at Carter. She stroked his face softly, "Hello Carter. Don't you remember me? I was in the hospital when you came out. You've gotten so big now."

The baby boy looked at her with a little more curiosity. His adventurous spirit got the better of him and he lifted his head to inspect her more.

Carter looked at the tall woman, unsure of her, he hid his face in Sam's neck, and his lip started to quiver when he felt the strange arms of Victoria Davis grab him. But for some reason, that Carter couldn't understand, the up and down motion that her hand made on his back made him feel good. The shushing calmed him and her smell was sorta like his mommy's.

Jack and Sam were a little surprised but didn't say anything of it. Victoria looked over and her bloody grew icy when she saw her ex husband.

"Can you believe your mother invited him?" She spit, "Does she forget that he was a horrible father?"

"Well she calls him daddy, so…" Jack added his two cents, but the glare that Victoria gave him and the jab in the ribs from Sam was enough for him to mumble out a sorry.

"I was the one that was there for her, as much as I could be, in my own way of course, but I was there."

"I'm sure mom knows that." Sam weakly added, "But Victoria?"

"What?" Victoria said turning to face her teenage granddaughter.

Sam shrugged, "You can't blame her for loving her dad."

Victoria rolled her eyes and continued glaring at him. Robert. "Some dad he is."

The woman thought back to a time that still hurt her.

Brooke was nine years old. She was wearing her favorite Winnie the Pooh pajamas and was all ready for bed, but found herself downstairs watching reruns of a cartoon, waiting for her dad to come home. Little Brooke wanted to say goodnight to him. She hadn't seen her father in days and she missed him terribly.

Without thinking the little girl popped her thumb into her mouth as she was growing tired. A habit she started as an infant and was yet to grow out of. She kept it hidden from her friends though. She was the queen of her fourth grade class. She ruled that roost, and no self respecting fourth grader would be caught dead sucking their thumb!

Victoria walked out of her office and saw the scene in front of her. She hated that her daughter could still be so childish. She was growing tired of it. They just had this conversation yesterday, for God's sake. But apparently, she had been too soft.

The mother stalked over to her daughter, "Young lady!" She yelled. Brooke jumped and immediately took her thumb out of her mouth.

"What have I told you about doing that? We talked about this yesterday! You are too old! Do you understand me? ."

She grabbed Brooke's hand and slapped it three times.

"Ow mommy!" Brooke yelped, "Ow!"

"Get up now." Victoria's voice left no room for argument. Brooke looked at her mom and frowned at her, "I don't want to!" She yelled, "I didn't do nothing wrong!"

The woman not wanting to deal with her daughter's sass, unceremoniously lifted her from one arm and pushed her towards the corner, "You stay here. You've been naughty."

Brooke turned around, "I don't have to stay here!"

Victoria took Brooke's arms and shook her harshly, "Yes you will!" Her voice boomed and the nine year old shrunk into herself, "You want to act like a toddler, I will gladly treat you like one. Now, don't you dare move, until your father comes home."

The nine year old began to cry as she was turned to face the corner.

Victoria stood over her, with crossed arms, "Look at you. You should be ashamed of yourself." She chided, "You are too old to suck your thumb. Grow up Brooke Penelope Davis. You are almost ten years old. Act like it. Would you like your friends to know that you still act like this? That your behavior requires me to put you in the corner for a timeout?"

Little Brooke cried with shame as her mother lectured her for her "childish" behaviour. But Victoria didn't understand that Brooke was exactly that. A child. All her shaming forced her daughter to grow up. She would regret it later.

Five minutes later Victoria was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine and Brooke was sniveling. The door turned open and Brooke didn't even wait for Victoria to give her instructions. She ran from the corner and into her father's arms.

Robert was surprised when her daughter lunged at him, but he quickly caught her.

"Daddy!" She cried, her tears starting again, "Mom was mean again!" She sobbed into her father's neck. He closed the door with one arm and consoled his daughter.

"Oh my sweet girl. I've got you. Daddy's got you."

Victoria heard the exchange from the couch. He didn't even try to defend her! He just agreed when Brooke went on with explaining how mean she was. He hardly saw their child. Even less than she did, and that's saying much. But when he did, he acted like he had a right to overstep her boundaries. The mother looked at the pair with a hint of bitterness in her eyes.

Victoria was not a loving mother. In many ways, she probably was rather mean. She knew now that her and Brooke didn't have a bond because of it. She saw the way Brooke coddled her children. She had beared witness to Sam coming home distraught for some teenage reason, and watched the way Brooke calmed her down and held the girl in her lap afterwards. It was in their home and Victoria had moved to the kitchen to give them privacy, but could still hear and see some. She couldn't believe that at 14 Sam sought comfort in that way.

When had she stopped treating Brooke like that? Did she ever even do that? The grandmother also wondered if Brooke's propensity to coddle and baby Sam came from the fact that she never received it from Victoria, or because Sam needed it due to her past. It was most likely a combination of both.

Then when Victoria came back out, she saw that Sam was asleep, her head in her mother's lap and her thumb in her mouth while Brooke stroked her hair gently. She was shocked.

Brooke sensed Victoria in the room and turned to look at her. She saw the shock and uneasiness in her mother's eyes and knew exactly why.

"Don't." Brooke warned her furiously, not wanting to hear her mother say anything about Sam's habit. "Yes, she still does this sometimes. It comforts her. Leave it alone Victoria."

She glared at her own mother viciously, ready to pounce and protect her cub should she need to. She would not allow her mother to treat Sam the way she was treated because of it. If Sam wanted to suck her thumb, then she could, and that was that.

But Victoria had come to the conclusion that she had a second chance as a grandmother. Of course she could never be as affectionate, as loving. But she would be there whenever she could. A presence. One that she hoped all of her grandkids would love to have around.

"Victoria?" Sam asked. The woman had been staring over for a good while now.

Victoria turned once more and kissed Carter's head, "Let's go take some pictures together at the photo booth Sam." She wanted to focus on her grandkids. Robert didn't deserve her time, but they certainly did.

"Can Jack be in it?" Sam asked as they walked.

The grandmother sighed, "If that's what you'd like."

…. …. ….

Brooke and Lucas looked at each other. They were in their garage. It was 9 at night and they'd just gotten home. Their honeymoon was reserved for the summer, but they had reserved a hotel for the rest of the weekend. Karen would stay in their home to watch their kids. But as they looked in the backseat of their car, they weren't so sure if they wanted to leave.

"They all look so angelic asleep." Lucas whispered. Sam was gone to the world, while in the middle of the two carseats. She was leaned against Carter's and her legs were huddled onto the seat and under her. Both babies were holding tightly to their stuffed animals and Riley had two fingers in her mouth, while Carter had the tip of his tiger's ear in his mouth.

Brooke looked at her kids fondly, "They do. I guess that's what people mean when they say that all the exhaustion, sleepless nights, and diaper changes are worth it for these moments."

He nodded, "Is there a saying for the teenager? Because I don't think I can deal with her growing up on me so fast."

Brooke laughed softly, "Just savor the moment, Lucas."

They stared at their kids for a little longer, "Come on." Brooke said with a sigh, "I'll wake Sam up. Can you grab Riley or Carter? I'll get the other."

Lucas put a hand on her arm, "Wait, I-" He put a hand on the back of his neck, "Can you grab them both? I'll take Sam up."

Brooke smiled softly at him, knowing that Lucas was feeling emotional about their teenager, "Okay." Brooke got out and carefully took both the carseats out, carrying the infants inside.

Lucas sighed and walked over to the backseat of the car where Sam was now fully laying on the seat. He was going to move to lift her but all the movement woke her up. Her eyes flittered open, "Are we home?" She asked groggily, looking up at her dad with bright blue eyes. Lucas smiled softly at her, "Yeah, I was about to take you upstairs since you were sleeping."

Sam sat up a little more, "It's okay. I got it." She kissed her dad's cheek, "Thank you though."

He stroked her hair and gave her a soft smile, "Alright, head on up then."

Lucas moved out of the way so Sam could get out. He watched her leave into the house, and felt sadness for the missed opportunity of closeness between him and his daughter. It had been a while since he carried a sleepy Sam up the stairs, but his spirits lifted when he realized he had all of his family under one roof. His dream was now his reality. He locked the door and was the last of the five person family to go into the Davis-Scott residence.

Once inside, he sat down next to Brooke on the couch. She was giving Carter a bottle since she still had her wedding dress on, making it way too hard to nurse him. Karen was due to get to their place in about 45 minutes and they'd be off to their romantic weekend. A first in MONTHS. But, for now, they'd soak in the quiet that stilled around their home.

"Where's Riley?" He asked softly.

"She's sleeping in her crib."

Lucas put an arm around Brooke and watched their kid, "Hi little slugger. You just love to eat don't you?" He asked their baby boy.

Brooke watched the interaction between father and son. Carter looked at his dad with his green eyes. They stared adoringly at his father and Luke's blue eyes stared just as lovingly back.

The baby gurgled through his bottle and gave his father a smile.

Brooke stroked his face, "Finish up little one."

As if Carter understood his mother, the suckling began once more and he grabbed onto the fabric of his mother's dress. Not caring that said dress was worth a couple thousand dollars.

"We're married Brooke." Lucas said softly running a hand through the sparse hair that was atop his child's head.

"I know." She mused, "It seems unreal. I'm so excited and relieved that all the stress of the wedding is gone. I'm so grateful because I know Sam's been wanting this forever, and our babies will always know a mom and a dad." She sighed, "I'm happy."

Lucas leaned in and gave her a deep kiss on her supple lips, "I'm happy too babe."

They stayed like that for a bit when Sam came downstairs, "Mom? Dad?"

Brooke turned and smiled at her teenager, "Hey peanut."

Sam had changed out of her clothes and washed off all her makeup. She was in her more common house attire. A large tshirt and mesh shorts. "I, umm, have something to give you." She was holding a blue Walmart bag. Brooke wondered how that even got in her home considering she and Lucas never shopped there.

Sam looked a little shy about it all and both parents eyed her carefully, a little anxious about the way she was acting.

"But I can give it to you later." Sam amended her statement quickly, noticing that Carter was falling asleep in Brooke's arms and didn't want to wake him.

Luke grabbed him gently from Brooke, "No, no. Sit down champ. Just give us a few minutes to change and take Carter up. Nana'll be here soon too, kay?"

"Yeah, ok."

Sam watched her parents go and picked at the leather of the lazyboy as she waited. The more she thought about it, the lamer she realized her gift to them was. But it was too late to say 'nevermind.' Luckily, she didn't have to dwell on her thoughts too much because her parents came down soon after. Her mom in a simple summer dress now, and her dad in khakis and a button up shirt.

"So what's our present?" Brooke asked giddily sitting down next to Lucas.

Sam fiddled with the bag, "Okay, so thinking about it now, it seems a little dumb to give this to you, and like selfish on my part, because it's sorta about me. But I totally didn't mean it that way. So I can, you know, give this to you and come up with something better since it's supposed to be your day, and I don't even think it reflects our family anymore, so maybe I shouldn't give it to you, but"

"Champ-" Lucas broke in through her rambling, "It's okay. I'm sure whatever it is, we'll love it."

Sam bit her lip, but proceeded, "Right, well, umm, you know how I had that heart thing when I was a baby, and I stayed in the hospital 'til I was 3ish?"

They both nodded, but stayed silent so Sam could continue.

"Well I would be in and out of there after that for checkups and things. I don't remember much of it really, but I do remember this drawing I made when I was four, and I wanted to give it to you."

She carefully took out a picture frame that said family and inside was a worn, colorful drawing of two tall, scraggly looking figures, one red, and the other blue. The blue figure had a tie and wide pants, the other had long hair and a skirt. The figure in the middle was much shorter and had a huge lollipop in her hand. There was a house in the background and the sun was smiling. She handed it to her parents and watched as their eyes widened and watered.

"It was supposed to be me and my parents. You guys obviously. But I didn't know it then. I know it's not a picture that has the twins in it, which is why I realize how lame it is."

"Peanut." Brooke spoke breathlessly, "No, this is perfect." She wiped a tear, "Oh Sammy, this is beautiful."

Both parents took in every crooked line on the page. All the mismatched coloring and shapes that could only come from a toddler mind. They had a piece of four year old Sammy. It meant the world to them.

Lucas looked up at their daughter, "Baby, you kept this for that long?"

"Thrice kept it for me for a while 'cause she thought I might want it later. Then she gave it back to me when I was six, asked if I wanted it, and according to her, I excitedly told her I had to keep it for good luck. Six year old logic, I guess." She laughed a little at herself, "…I've kept it since."

Brooke patted the couch, "Come here peanut."

Sam shyly moved from the recliner to the couch and sat between them, her parents immediately wrapping their arms around her. She was sandwiched in the middle, but basked in their warmth. Her dad kissed the top of her head, "My sweet girl." He whispered as they let go.

"I just wanted to give you guys something that I thought would matter emotionally and stuff."

"It's our first family portrait." Brooke said sweetly, It's getting hung up."

Sam rolled her eyes, "Wow, for someone that's a stickler for perfection in photo shoots, this picture passes that easily? Can't you just leave it in your office or your room? I don't want the world to see it!" All of it was in jest, of course.

Lucas laughed as Brooke gave her daughter a sly look before pinching Sammy's cheeks and playfully speaking to her in baby talk, "Well my cute wittle girl made it!"

She gave her daughter a sloppy kiss as Sam fought to break away, "Agh, mama!"

Lucas laughed some more, "Don't mess with Brooke Davis."

"I would listen to your father, little miss sass." Brooke added, "And yes, I will hang it up. Because, like you said, it does mean a lot, and it warms my heart that you're giving it to us. It was the perfect gift Sam."

"Okay." Sam said more quietly. Brooke leaned in with a smile, easing out of the seriousness, and gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. The girl then pulled something out from her pocket and placed it on top of the frame. It was a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"Sammy, whose number is this?" Lucas asked grabbing the piece of paper.

"Well that's the second part of your gift." She began to explain, "I started thinking about the nurse that gave Thrice the drawing I made. I got really attached to her at the hospital, at least that's what Thrice told me. So I went back and asked if she was still around. It urns out that she was moved to Tree Hill Community Hospital so she was closer than I thought. I went to go visit her with Jack and well, she freaked when I told her who I was. She kept a lot of pictures of me that they took when I was in there, and well she has a lot of stories of what I was like." She chanced a glance at her mom and dad and they both looked like a combination of happy and sad. If that was even possible.

"I remember you guys being sad that you couldn't know me when I was little. So I thought if you wanted to, maybe, umm, you could talk to her? She said she'd be more than willing to retell my time there with them. You don't have to though," The girl played with her hands, "I just, umm, if you wanted too."

The teenager was once again engulfed in a hug by her mother, while Lucas did his best to discreetly wipe the damn tears from his eyes.

"Sammy, I love you so much." She squeezed her daughter, "Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Sam hugged her mother just as tightly, "I love you too mama." She spoke softly, her emotions, like her parents, in her throat. When she let go she looked at her dad who was giving her a watery smile. He opened his arms and Sam happily jumped in them, "I love you dad."

Lucas rocked them both, "As high as the sky and as deep as the sea champ."

Brooke looked at the piece of paper and stashed it in her pocket. Her and Lucas were most definitely going to talk with this nurse. The mother was over the moon about the very thought.

All three heard the door knock and Brooke quickly got up before the noise woke the twins. Karen came through and hugged Brooke tightly, "Now why are you two still lounging? I'd expected you to have your bags by the door, itching to get outta here and have your romantic weekend. You just got married kiddos!"

Sam blushed. It was her fault her parents weren't ready yet. But Brooke and Lucas were in no rush. Lucas put a reassuring arm around Sam, "We were just talking to Sam for a bit, ma. But our stuff is already packed upstairs. I'll come bring them down."

He gave her daughter a wink, "I'll take your drawing upstairs for now. We'll put it up together when we come back." He told her in a whisper.

"Thanks again Karen." Brooke said as the older woman sat down by her granddaughter and planted a huge kiss on her cheek, "You've been so helpful lately. I feel bad for asking you to do this too."

Sam cuddled into her nana, as the woman put an arm around her. The teenager was tired and the short nap in the car ride was not enough to curb her sleepiness. She could've gone to bed before, but she wanted to give her parents their gift.

"Oh hush." Karen chided, "I love all of my grandbabies, and the more time I spend with them, the better. Don't feel bad about it honey. I'm happy to do this."

Brooke gave her a grateful smile. She also saw the exhaustion in Sam's eyes, but restrained from sending her to bed knowing that she loved spending time with Karen, and tomorrow the twins would probably take up the grandmother's time.

Luke came down and dropped their things by the door, "Alright, we'll be heading out."

"Wait, let me go say bye to my babies." Brooke stood up and rushed up the stairs. The father walked over and leaned down to reach Sam's level. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead, "Be good, okay?"

"Aren't I always?" She smirked.

He reciprocated her stare, "Right, of course. How could I forget?" He gave her one wink and an 'I love you' before kissing his mother as well and taking the bags into the car.

Brooke came back down, her eyes watery. Karen gave her a sympathetic look.

"I don't wanna leave them." Brooke told her before prompting Sam to sit up so she could hold her one last time, "I don't want to leave this one either."

Sam groaned good-naturedly, and Brooke let go with a smile as she wiped her watery eyes.

Karen stood up and hugged her. She whispered into Brooke's ear, "I know it's hard Brookie. But that's motherhood. I'm here with them and you're an hour away. Everything will be okay."

The younger woman broke apart and gave her stand in mother a shy smile that mirrored Sam's, before turning back to her daughter who was looking through her phone, "I'll miss you Sammy. Call us if you need anything, okay?"

Sam looked up and nodded with a smile, "I'll miss you too mom. And don't worry nothing'll happen. Go have fun with dad. You two deserve it."

With one final kiss to the girl's head, Brooke was out the door.

By 10:30, Sam was about ready to pass out and Karen could clearly see it. She sent the girl upstairs to get ready for bed and the teenager easily agreed. But before going to bed she tiptoed into her siblings' bedroom. Sam peered into their cribs. They were sound asleep.

"Goodnight Riles. Goodnight Carter. I love you guys."

Sam thought for a moment. Her brother and sister were lucky that they'd get to grow up together, be there for each other through thick and thin.

'And you. They'll have you too.' Her mind reminded her.

She blinked back the feeling of her rising emotions before looking back at them, "We're family little heathens. Mom, dad, us. We're lucky. We have each other, and, well, we always will."

Please Review! This sequel will be told with a lot of time jumps. I'm also taking prompts, so if there's something you'd like to see, let me know! And yes, there will be drama, ups and downs, fluff and angst! It's One Tree Hill after all :p