Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own One Tree Hill.

Rated PG-13 for language.

Lucas was in his and Peyton's bedroom packing a suitcase. Sawyer ran into the room and sat on the bed. Lucas looked at his daughter and smiled.

"You'd better go get ready for school," Lucas said in a funny tone. "You miss the bus again young lady and you're grounded."

"Daddy," Sawyer said. "It's Saturday."

"That can't be right," Lucas said. "It's Monday. You slept through the whole weekend."

"No I didn't," Sawyer said. "You really need to work on your jokes Daddy."

"Are you being sassy again?" Lucas asked. "2 year old aren't supposed to be sassy."

"Daddy," Sawyer said. "I'm 11 and I'm in the 6th grade."

"11?" Lucas asked. "That's impossible. Just yesterday you were asking your mother and I for a cherry obstacle."

"I get it," Sawyer said. "I couldn't say popsicle."

"And…" Lucas started to say before Sawyer cut him off.

"And I said anything instead of nothing and got my 'tr's' and 'f's' mixed up," Sawyer said.

"You sure did," Lucas said. "Now Daddy has to continue packing."

"I don't want you to go," Sawyer said.

"I'll be back in a week," Lucas said. "I have a few book readings and signings in Charlotte and then I'm going to stay a few days in Tree Hill. I'll be back next Saturday."

"Don't worry Luke," Peyton said walking into the room. "We'll be fine here. Won't we Sawyer?"

"Of course Mommy," Sawyer said.

"It's just going to be us girls," Peyton said. "And I've signed us up for mother/daughter tea time."

"Mother/daughter tea time?" Sawyer asked. "What am I, 4?"

Sawyer got up and stormed off.

"Whoa!" Peyton exclaimed. "What was that?"

"We officially have a pre-teen," Lucas said.

"When did that happen?" Peyton asked.

"When she turned 11 and started middle school," Lucas said.

"Be sure to give everyone a hug for me," Peyton said. "Oh and I got presents for Haley and Quinn."

"Isn't that exciting that they're pregnant?" Lucas asked.

"I know, right?" Peyton said. "Haley was not shy about telling us she's having a boy, but when I spoke with Quinn, she said, 'I'll tell you later.'"

"So Quinn is Scottish now?" Lucas asked.

"So last night while you were asleep I went to Walmart," Peyton said.

"I went to sleep at like 10," Lucas said. "You went out after midnight?"

"Well that store is open until midnight," Peyton said as she led Lucas to the hidden closet behind the mirror.

Lucas opened the closet and it was full of baby clothes, car seats, strollers and stuffed animals.

"Peyton honey," Lucas said. "I can't take all this on the plane."

"I only want you to take a few things on the plane," Peyton said. "I'm going to mail most of it."

"Okay," Lucas said. "I love you."

"I love you too," Peyton said. "And I love your new book."

"Thank you," Lucas said.

"And I know Jamie will love it too," Peyton said.

Meanwhile in Tree Hill at the Scott household, Nathan was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. Jamie stomped downstairs and stomped angrily into the kitchen with Lucas's book in his hand.

"Good morning," Nathan said.

"I hate this stupid book!" Jamie shouted.

"Why?" Nathan asked.

"The main character and the situations are based on me!" Jamie shouted.

"Calm down," Nathan said. "I think you're overreacting again."

"I don't overreact!" Jamie screamed.

"Okay," Nathan said calmly. "Take a deep breath. Release the emo-teen stuff into the wind."

"The what?" Jamie asked.

"I found some of my your Nanny Deb's old relaxation tapes," Nathan said.

"Oh god," Jamie said.

"It's a good thing Jamie," Nathan said placing his hands together.

"Anyway," Jamie said. "I hate Uncle Lucas!"

"In this world we must not hate," Nathan said. "We must be one with nature."

Nathan began to hum.

"Where on earth did Nanny Deb get those tapes?" Jamie asked.

"Look at an object," Nathan said softly. "See it. Feel it. Be it."

"I'm going to Chuck's house," Jamie said. "Call me when you're normal again."

Jamie stormed out and Nathan laughed.

"That's how you avoid dealing with an emotional teenager on a Saturday morning," Nathan said aloud.