Hi everyone! This fic was actually adopted from samwannabe. It is going to focus on Brooke raising her two adopted daughters, Sam and Chelsea, both of whom have been adopted within the past year. This will be a very family oriented fic, with a lot of appearances by Lucas, Peyton, Haley, Nathan, Jamie, Karen, and Lily. This fic will contain spanking, so please do not read if this offends you. Any suggestions or requests are welcome, but flames will not be accepted. I hope you enjoy!

If the majority of the people who had attended Tree Hill High during the reign of Brooke Davis could have seen her now, they probably would have passed out at the sight of her. The former Student Council President, Prom Queen, Cheerleading Captain, and Boy Magnet was currently up to her elbows in spaghetti sauce as she cooked dinner for her two daughters. Her two beautiful and, more often than not, mischievous and naughty daughters.

"Chelsea Lynn, you had better stop it with the pouting," Brooke said, glancing over her shoulder at her six year old, who was kicking her feet against her time-out chair. "I told you that you were going into time-out if you kept talking back to me."

A snarky remark was forming on Chelsea's lips when a crash came from the living room. Brooke whirled around and saw Sam lying on the floor next to a broken lamp and her skateboard.

"Samantha Nicole!" Brooke shouted furiously. "I have told you a million times not to ride your skateboard in the house, young lady!" With that, Brooke stomped over to her eldest and yanked her to her feet.

"Mom, it was an-OW!" Sam yelped, as Brooke leaned her against her hip and gave her half a dozen firm swats.

"It was not an accident, Samantha," Brooke ground out, releasing the now teary-eyed teen. "You deliberately disobeyed me by riding your skateboard in the house. And Chelsea, if you don't stop giggling and get your nose back in that corner you can have a sore bottom too," she warned, not even bothering to turn around. Chelsea gave a melodramatic sigh, while her older sister bit her lip and tried to avoid rubbing her sore butt.

Brooke sighed before wrapping her arms around Sam in a gentle hug. She hated having to punish either of the girls, but Sam had spent most of her life without a parent to love and discipline her, and Brooke had spent the majority of the past year having to find a steady balance between the two.

"Go wash up, and then come set the table," Brooke said softly, releasing the girl from her embrace. "I'll clean this mess up."

"Yes, ma'am," Sam said, wiping her eyes and heading off to follow her mother's instructions.

Brooke had just lain down in bed when a timid knock at her door caused her to sit back up. "Come in," she said with a smile, knowing full well who it was.

As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Chelsea ran into the room and jumped on the bed with her mom. She quickly found her spot right by Brooke's side and snuggled into her. This had turned into a regular occurrence over the last couple weeks since Sam had let Chelsea watch a scary movie with her, much to Brooke's displeasure. Brooke knew she needed to get Chelsea back into the habit of staying in her own bed, but the truth was that Brooke kind of liked it. She began rubbing the small girl's back in circles as Chelsea drifted off to sleep. Brooke was ready to join her, but she was surprised when Sam cracked her bedroom door open and peeked her head in.

"Mom?" Sam said quietly. "Is it okay if I sleep with you?"

Brooke smiled and patted the bed next to her. "It's always okay, Sam," she said. "What's up?"

"I feel kind of bad for earlier," Sam said, snuggling into her mom's side. "And I thought to make it up to you; I could watch Chelsea tomorrow night so you can go out with Aunt Peyton and Aunt Haley. I know you're always so busy with us that you never get to see them for fun anymore."

Brooke raised her eyebrow. "You know that I don't regret a single second that I spend with you or your sister," she said, giving Sam's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "But since you're offering, it would be nice to catch up with the girls. Are you sure you two will be alright on your own?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Of course we will, Mom. I can totally handle the brat," she said with a smirk.

"Do not call your sister names, young lady," Brooke admonished. "But I do appreciate the offer, and I will be taking you up on it. You know I love you, right?

"I love you, too, Mom," Sam said, giving her mom a smile. If only Brooke knew exactly what her eldest's motivation behind her sudden generosity was…