Hey! Okay, so I think I have figured out where I want to go with this, but it will take a while to get there. So, for a while this story will be basic fluff, with little bitty drama here and there. Not that I'm complaining-my last two stories a bit angsty, so I need some dose of happiness. Anywho, just a heads up. Thank you for your support, I'm so glad you all love it! I am looking for someone to Beta this. I'm thinking someone to bounce ideas off would be helpful. But, yeah, I'm looking for a beta-reader. So, if you know one, if you are one and you are interested, let me know!

Sorry for the delay on posting this. The delete button was attacking everything I wrote. So, most likely this will end up being a filler. Also, I was too busy reading Anything for Brody by Bendecida82 to really get anything done. :] (If you haven't figured it out, I use smiley faces to show more emotion.)

If you have any ideas, small or big, I'd love to hear them.

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Disclaimer: I don't own One Tree Hill

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The screen was mocking him, Lucas knew it. It was just sitting there, staring at him as he tried to come up with his next sentence. It was tough, the task being more difficult than it sounded. He needed one more chapter by the morning, and he was so close, he could feel it, brewing at the surface waiting for him to make his next move. He hated endings, he always had, and he was having even more difficulty with the ending of this chapter. He felt rushed, and Lucas hated feeling rushed. It made him feel like he wasn't doing his best for the chapter, the story, the readers, but Lindsey had made it clear that the book needed one more chapter, and to save time and money, she had set a deadline. The deadline was tomorrow morning at ten a.m. She had given this to him two weeks ago, and two weeks ago he thought he had plenty of time. But, Lucas was proven wrong like he had many times before.

This was his fourth book. His third coming after Sawyer and Keith had been born. Lindsey was still his editor. That hadn't changed. She was good at her job. There were no more hard feelings, between her and Peyton either. He didn't know about her personal life, and she didn't ask about his. As far as he knew, she was happy. This book was about brothers and sisters, and truth be told, the inspiration came from Lilly. After renewing their relationship after the ordeal she had been through, he had found the inspiration he was looking for.

Nevertheless, as he sat at his laptop at, he looked at his watch, one-thirty in the morning, he wished for that inspiration to come to him. He leaned his head back, knocking it against the wall behind him. He blew out a sigh, hitting his head against the wall a couple more times.

"Does that mean it's not going well?"

He looked up at the sound of his daughters voice, and sat up straighter. "What are you doing up, Princess?"

She shrugged, rubbed her eyes and walked over to him, sitting down on his lap. "Couldn't sleep. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk n' heard you in here. What are you writing?"

"I'm supposed to be writing the last chapter of my next book, but I can't come up with anything." He told her.

"And you hate endings." She nodded. "What's it about?"

"Sisters, and brothers."

Sawyer smiled slightly, reminding him of Peyton. "Lilly, eh?"

He laughed and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, Lilly. You have any ideas for an ending?"

"Well, what's it really about?"

"Well, this brother and sister were very close, as kids. Then their parents separated and they, too were separated. After several years apart, they meet again. And they kind of reunite and he helps her out of the trouble she's got herself into. Now I don't know how to end it."

"Hmm. Sounds an awful lot like you and Nathan. Only you're both guys." Sawyer suggested.

"I think it'll be okay."

She shrugged. "Whatever. Maybe you should end it with their parents getting back together, or forgiving each other or something like that."

"One of 'em is dead."

"Oh." She scrunched her nose. "Well they both need a happily ever after, right?"

"I guess."

"Well maybe the parent that is still alive is reunited with the kid they abandoned or whatever."

Lucas looked from her to the screen. "Sawyer, Princess," He kissed her forehead. "You are a genius. I knew you were my daughter." She laughed and he pushed her off his lap. "Now go to bed before your mother comes in here and yells at both of us."

"Alright. Goodnight, Daddy." She said.

"Goodnight, Princess." He said as she walked out the door.

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"Alright, Peyton," Dr. Colton walked back into the room where Lucas and Peyton were waiting. "Everything looks good. Your baby looks healthy. You are coming up on your final month, so it shouldn't be too long now."

"Thank you, doctor." Peyton said, standing up from her spot on the chair. Lucas placed his hand on the small of her back.

"You are all set. The next time we see each other will be when we meet your new addition." She smiled and guided Lucas and Peyton out the door.

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"Do you think this one could hurry up any?" Peyton asked once they were in the car.

Lucas smiled at her and pulled out of the parking lot. "What do you mean?"

Peyton blew out a sigh. "I mean I am honestly done being pregnant. I'm so ready to meet this…"

"It's okay, Peyt, I know it's a girl." He told her, laughing and taking her hand in his while he drove. She gave him a questioning look. "You aren't very good at keeping secrets from me."

She slumped, disappointed in herself. "I'm sorry! I tried, I really did!"

"I know. It's okay, I was kinda hoping for another girl, anyways."

"Oh good. Now I can set up the nursery. This is gonna be fun. Let's paint it purple!"

"Purple? Not pink?"

"No, all the furniture is green and purple. Oh, you're gonna love it, Luke."

"I hope so." He said. "So, Lilly is back working at the label, right?"

Peyton shrugged. "I think so. Haley has been there with her for a month now, I haven't been going in cause of baby numero cuatro here." She pointed to her stomach. "Why?"

Lucas shrugged. "Mom said she's been hanging around this Mitch guy. I wondered if she had said anything to you, that's all."

Peyton smiled, rolling her eyes. "She hasn't said anything other than that they are just friends and she isn't ready for anything else for awhile. She'll be okay, Luke. She's a smart girl."

"I know, I just…" He sighed, not sure if he should admit this to her or not. "When I was at school the other day, I kind of sort of went to find him."

Peyton turned to him, a shocked look on her face. "Who? Mitch? Oh, Luke!"

He put his hands up. "He wasn't there, so I couldn't talk to him and I've been busy writing ever since so I haven't been able to go back. I was just wondering about him. I didn't get to meet that bastard before she started dating him, so I'm gonna do that this time."

Ever since Lilly got out of the hospital, Lucas referred to Carter as bastard, or asshole, Peyton wasn't sure he remembered Carter's name, not that she cared. She felt relieved that Lilly had finally resolved her issues with being Lucas Scott's sister. "Trust me, Lilly is taking it slow, and I'm sure that if she needed your help she would come to you."

He nodded, though still not convinced. "Still, I'm gonna tell Haley to keep a lookout for what she says."

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"Kids!" Lucas called as they walked back into the house. "We're home!"

"Daddy!" Quentin yelled as he ran down the stairs and into Lucas' arms. "Look!" Quentin pointed to his arm where Lucas now saw the drawing of a red heart with the word 'Mom' written across a silver ribbon. "Sawyer gave me a tattoo!"

"Oh, she did, did she?" Lucas turned around to face Peyton. "Peyt, look what you daughter drew on your sons arm."

Peyton's eyes lit up, running her fingers across the tattoo. "Finally! One of my kids is like me!" Her expression changed when she saw the look on Lucas' face. "Oh, right. I mean, dang that Sawyer!"

Lucas laughed then leaned forward, looking upstairs to Sawyer's bedroom. "Sawyer! Get down here please!" Lucas set Quentin down and followed Peyton to the living room. Sawyer came soon after.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I saw the drawing you gave your brother."

She shrugged. "He wanted a tattoo. It's just sharpie, it'll wash off."

Lucas gave her a stern look. "Please don't draw on your brother again, okay?"

"Well, you can draw," Peyton said, stepping in. "You can draw all you want, just not on your brother. You can draw anywhere else, though. You could paint your room-"

"Mom," Sawyer stopped her, smiling. "I get it, okay?"

Peyton slumped. "Yeah." She followed Sawyer to the kitchen as Lucas laughed. "Why didn't you tell us you were so into art?"

Sawyer shrugged, as she opened the fridge and got the milk out. She opened a cabinet and grabbed a cup, pouring herself something to drink. "I don't know. Yours are just so much better than mine."

Sawyer turned around to face her mother and Peyton placed her arms on her daughters shoulders. "Well, yeah, honey I'm way older than you. I've had more time." She wrapped her arms around Sawyer, squeezing Sawyer to her. "I'm just so glad one of my kids inherited one of my traits!"

"Does this mean you haven't seen Keith's drawings either?"

Peyton didn't say another word as she raced upstairs to her second child's bedroom.

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Okay, more to come next chapter. Don't forget to review! :] - what is that? 3?