Author's Note- This is just a little one shot I wrote, it's actually a sequel to a story that I haven't gotten around to posting yet, but it stands on its own pretty well. My public speaking teacher used it in a debate he was in, and it landed him number one, so I figured it was worth posting. Whether you like it or not, please review! Thanks so much!

Disclaimer- I don't own One Tree Hill

If You're Missing (Come on Home)

"Daddy," the little girl taunted, "I bet you can't catch me!"

"Oh really?" Lucas asked playfully, "You sure about that?" He said, tearing through his yard after Celia. He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her in the air, then bringing her into his arms, smoldering the tiny girl in kisses.

"We're home Luke," Brooke called, walking out the door, leading Keith by the hand.

"Hey baby," Lucas greeted, gently placing Celia's flip-flop clad feet on the grass.

"Daddy!" Keith cried, clutching onto Lucas' jeans.

"Hey big boy! How was soccer?"

"Good," Keith replied, "Chase me Daddy!"

"Look's like you're the hit of the town," Brooke said, leaning into her husband.

"Guess so," Lucas said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I gotta go get Abigail," Brooke said, pulling away from Lucas' warm embrace.

"Kiss first," Lucas whined.

"Sorry, I've got a cold, and we can't have Super-Daddy getting sick."

"If Super-Mommy can do it, Super-Daddy can too," Lucas said, pulling Brooke's lips to his.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" Brooke asked jokingly.

"Don't think so," Lucas replied.

"Daddy, push me!" Celia called out from the swing set.

"Duty calls."

"Yeah, me too."

"Love ya."

"You too."

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"Lucas, can you and the twins set the table please?" Brooke called out the back door, juggling her eight month old daughter on one hip, and a meatloaf on the other.

"Alright kids, dinner," Lucas said, bending down to let Celia and Keith climb onto his back.

Brooke placed Abigail into her high-chair, and the meat loaf on the table. She grabbed the flour off the counter, and glanced around the kitchen, looking for the lid. She felt her nose tickle, wiggling it to try to keep the sneeze in. Her eyes landed on the lid, and as she leaned over to grab it off the floor, her sneeze found its way out, covering Brooke in flour.

Abigail glanced up from her high chair, startled by the noise. Lucas swallowed his laugh, resulting in a series of uncontrollable snorts, causing the two nearly identical four year olds on his back to giggle.

"You think that's funny, huh?" Brooke said, wiping flour out of her eyes.

"No baby, of course not," Lucas lied, snorting still.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Brooke teased, grabbing a handful of flour, flinging it towards Luke.

"Oh, that's war," Lucas declared.

"War," Celia and Keith agreed in unison, sprinkling tiny handfuls of flour onto their Daddy's head.

Lucas slid Keith and Celia off his back, grabbing a handful of flour, smearing it down the leg of Brooke's jeans.

"A flour fight, Lucas?" Brooke asked, leaning over the tub, desperately trying to scrub the flour out of her older daughter's silky brunette tresses.

"You started it," he argued.

"Whatever."

Flour paste filled the bathtub, Keith and Celia both had matted flour stuck in their hair. Brooke laughed, bouncing Abigail on her lap.

"Lucas, our four year olds are covered in flour, I just ruined a hundred dollar blouse, and I'm sick," Brooke said.

"Yeah?" Lucas asked.

"I've never been happier."

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"Mommy?" Celia whispered.

"What is it Celia?" Brooke asked, shaking her head a bit to wake up.

"I miss Daddy."

She was awake, real life was back. She was once again a single mother of twins, and Lucas was gone.

AN- I love you so much for reading this, please make my day and review!