Peyton Jagielski ran down the stairs in a pair of Seven jeans and a long sleeve navy blue Lacoste polo. She had to run in to the city for a meeting scheduled at 9 and it was already 8:26.

"Mom!" she heard coming from upstairs.

"What?" Peyton yelled up the stairs.

"Where's my uniform?"

Peyton groaned, "Um. In the dryer. I have to go. Call me later."

All of a sudden, an extremely attractive brunette came running down the stairs.

"Wait! Mom, you're gonna' be home for dinenr, right? You promised. I'm bringing Brad over tonight. And, his family."

Jake had returned to Tree Hill in the middle of senior year, and had immediately gotten back together with Peyton. Peyton had been accepted to the University of Pennsylvania and Jake to Penn State. Peyton had done her major in Economics and went in to business, and Jake attended Penn State's medical school. At first, Peyton was shocked that Jake wanted to do medicine, but had learned that he was working at a hospital, when he left Tree Hill during their junior year. Jake had left Jenny with his parents while he attended school in Pennsylvania, and later married Peyton when he was twenty- two years old, and both returned home to Tree Hill. Peyton adopted Jenny when she was five years old, and gave birth two twin girls at the age of twenty- three, Blair and Riley.

Peyton sighed, "Right. I didn't forget. Where did you want to go tonight, Blair?"

Blair groaned as she slipped the orange top she held in her hand over her head, "I was thinking maybe you could cook something. Like, at home. Brad's mom is like…This amazing cook. Do you think we could try? Or, you could try?"

Peyton rolled her eyes, "Yeah. I'll cook something."

Blair smiled, walked downstairs and towards the washing machine to grab her cheerleading uniform. She had curly hair that was a dark brown, and she wore it differently, long, to the middle of her back. She had bright green eyes, and a fair complextion, and was very curvy.

"Great. Thanks, Mom. You're the best. 6:30, okay?" Blair said as she kissed her mother on the cheek and made her way towards the corridor.

Peyton smiled, "Yeah. 6:30."

Peyton sighed, it was already 8:49 and there was no way she could make the meeting. She grabbed the phone in the kitchen and called her office. When she was twenty-seven, she started a record label, that had become humongous, and now many different bands and artists were signed to P&D Records.

She smiled as she heard her assistant tell her that the meeting was rescheduled for the following Monday.

Peyton sat at the table and flipped through the latest Nordstrom catalogue, and grabbed a cup of coffee, looking forward to her day off.

Peyton looked up as she heard her other daughter walking down the stairs.

"Mom. I thought you had a meeting," Riley said, as she grabbed a glass and filled it with orange juice.

Peyton looked up and saw Riley in her tennis uniform, "Um. Yeah. I cancelled it."

Riley shrugged, "Cool. So, there's this party tonight, can I go?"

Riley was the captain of the varsity tennis team as a sophomore, and had been playing varsity since last year, when she was a freshman. She and her twin sister, Blair, were fraternal twins and looked very different. Riley had very long golden blonde straight hair, and a tan complextion with hazel eyes, but was built like her mother, long and lean.

Jake emerged from the family room in a pair of dark brown slacks and a pale yellow button down shirt, cuffed and unbuttoned.

"No," Jake said as he sat down at the table next to Peyton, giving her a quick kiss before grabbing her cup of coffee and taking a couple of sips.

Riley sighed, "Dad. Come on…I haven't gone out since last month. And-"

"Riley, Brad's coming over tonight. With his family. You can't go out," Blair said as she walked in to the kitchen, in her uniform, her long hair bouncing up and down.

Riley rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed, and walked out of the kitchen. Peyton sighed and looked at Jake who shrugged and smiled as he ate a piece of toast. Peyton started laughing quietly.

It was just another morning in the Jagielski household.

Nathan Scott walked in to the kitchen of his relatively new home and immediately smelled the bacon on the griddle.

Haley smiled at him from the stove, dressed in black sweatpants and a light blue tanktop.

"Hey," she said as he placed a kiss on her temple.

"Where's Sam?" Nathan asked.

"Getting ready," Haley said as she handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.

"What about Brad?" Nathan asked.

"I'm here, Dad," a tall, good looking boy said as he walked in to the kitchen.

"Hey. You played well in that game last night," Nathan commented as he gestured for him to sit down.

Nathan and Haley both attended Duke, and Haley gave birth to their first born Samantha two years after they graduated. And, then they had Brad, who was now a sophomore. They had lived in California for the last fifteen years and moved back to Tree Hill three months ago.

Brad had already made the varsity basketball team, even though he was new and a sophomore, and Nathan was very involved in his basketball.

"Thanks," Brad said.

Haley smiled at her son, he was the picture of Nathan, fair skin, penetrating blue eyes, dark, spiked hair.

"So, what time are we going to meet your girlfriend, Brad?" Haley asked as she wiped down the counter.

Brad shrugged, "Six thirtyish."

Nathan rolled his eyes, "I can't believe I'm missing the game to meet your girlfriend. What's her name?"

Brad rolled his eyes as he put his plate in the sink, "Blair. Dad, I've told you like fourteen times."

Nathan sniggered, "Blair. Already seems like a stuck up bitch to me."

Brad narrowed his eyes at his dad as he walked out of the kitchen. Could they spend one day being decent to each other?

"Nathan!" Haley yelled as she followed Brad out of the kitchen.

Nathan rolled his eyes, everyone was overreacting. He was trying to make a joke, couldn't they see that.

Sam walked in to the kitchen smiling. She was petite like her mother, Nathan's brown hair and Haley's big, brown eyes.

"I thought it was funny, Dad," Sam said as she grabbed an apple and walked out of the kitchen.

This is how it was in the Scott residence, and Nathan wouldn't have it any other way.