Through Thick and Thin

by StephtheWriter

Sequel to "Our Spitting Image." Brooke and Lucas now have a brood of three. Sam, and the twins, Riley and Carter. Take a peek into the life of the Davis-Scott family!

4. Sneaking Around

THERE IS A SPANKING SCENE. IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH IT, PLEASE JUST DON'T READ IT.

"Jesus, Liz. How the hell did you pass you driver's test?" Sam put a hand to her heart. The turn Liz had just made was rather sharp, and she almost veered into the other lane.

The girl scoffed, "I passed with flying colors."

Manny, who was sat in the back sighed, "I don't know how she passed, and I failed."

"Because I'm simply amazing and you are not." Liz teased the overly dramatic boy.

Sam chuckled a bit, "Well, look, you have two weeks to get it together and pass. I'm confident."

Manny gave a saccharinely sweet smile to Sam, "Why thank you my one and true friend." Causing Liz to just roll her eyes.

Unlike her friends, Sam was still a little behind on learning to drive. She had recently got her permit, and had just started lessons with her father. But, she was also one of the younger juniors in Tree Hill, so she had needed to wait to get her permit.

"So, that party tomorrow. We're all going, correct?" Manny asked to confirm, "I would like to avoid any sort of clothing coordination, so please nobody wear dark purple."

"Manny, I can't go, remember? My parents are going to see that play downtown." Sam reminded him.

Her parents had asked her a few weeks back if she could take care of Riley and Carter because they had been wanting to see this production for so long. Sam had easily agreed back then when Peter's party was not on her radar.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "I thought you were joking about that. Can't your parents just find another babysitter?"

Liz parked the car in Sam's driveway, but they all stayed in to finish the conversation. "Yeah Sam. What about Mrs. Scott or your aunt Peyton?"

Sam chewed her lip in thought, "I guess I can ask. They've just been big on keeping to a commitment or whatever. They're always lecturing about it. And they asked me a while ago and I said yeah, that I'd take care of them while they were out tonight. And then last weekend I bailed on babysitting to go over to watch the marathon of "Love & Hip Hop" with Tamara."

"Come on, you know Tyler's party's are always the best. Please just try and get out of it?" Manny's eyes pouted at her, making Sam scoff, but acquiesce.

"Alright. I'll try."

"Perfect!" He smiled widely.

Sam got off the car and waved as Liz pulled out. She gripped the strap of her backpack and sighed. Hopefully, her parents were in a good mood.

The girl came in and immediately took off her shoes, and dropped her backpack.

"I'm home!" She yelled to whoever could hear.

It was Lucas who stepped out of the kitchen and put one finger to his lips and the other he pointed up the stairs, "I just put them down."

"Oh shit. Sorry dad." She was apologetic in her words.

The father opened his arms and Sam easily went over and fell into the embrace, "It's okay." He assured her with a kiss to the top of her head, "How was school today?"

He led her into the kitchen, while she answered.

"It was fine. Typical school. Nothing new. But Glee was awesome. We're starting this new song. It's a pretty kick ass ballad."

Lucas shook his head, "Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?" He teased.

"Yes, actually. I learned it from her and my father."

He laughed a bit, "Well remind me to give them a piece of my mind the next time I see them."

Sam sat at the island and accepted the glass of water that Lucas poured her. "When does mom get home today?" She asked, trying to figure out how and when she was going to give her ask.

"She texted that she'll get off work in an hour and is going to pick up food from that Thai place you really like."

"Score!" Sam threw a fist up in the air, "We haven't had it in ages." She groaned dramatically.

"You mean like two weeks?"

"Exactly! AGES."

"Alright, little miss dramatic. Are you too busy to watch the next episode of Criminal Minds with me? We have a lot of seasons to catch up on." The pair had only recently gotten into it.

"Does that even require a response? Of course!" Sam hopped off the stool and headed to the living room. "I'll make popcorn!" He called from the kitchen.

One episode and three fourths into the next, Brooke made a quiet appearance. She came in through the kitchen sliding door because Lucas had left the gate to the backyard open and she went to close it. She shook a bit once inside as it was cold out now.

Her two loves didn't hear her come in so she spent a few moments watching them from the kitchen after having put the food down. It warmed her heart when she got the chance to just look at them interact. The mother knew that their twins would wake up soon, as Lucas texted that he put them down for a nap nearly two hours ago, so she relished in the quiet, looking at Sam and Lucas.

Lucas was in the wide recliner with the footrest pulled out and Sam fit snuggly, part of her on top of him, and the other in the corner of the recliner. Her head was laying on her blanket which was atop her father's chest. She hugged the fabric tightly, while Lucas absentmindedly ran a hand through her hair.

"Emily can't just go in there without backup." Lucas mumbled both to Sam and himself. His hand atop the side of Sam's head, making its way down her hair in a constant motion.

Sam nuzzled her head on his chest, and countered his observation of the show, "It's personal. She's totally gonna go in."

Brooke smiled fondly. Sam would always be Lucas's little girl.

"Hey you two." Brooke finally stepped in.

Sam lifted her head off Lucas's chest. "Hey mom." She smiled at her mother before focusing back on the show at hand.

Lucas pursed his lips as Brooke approached, silently asking for a kiss.

"Hi babe." Brooke said kissing him gently. She moved to Sam and kissed her forehead. The mother didn't ask any questions knowing that Sam was far too invested in the show to indulge her with much information.

"I'm gonna check on the twins." Brooke whispered to Luke before heading up the stairs.

She let her eldest and her husband be, and opened the door to the twins' nursery. She gently walked to Riley's crib first.

"Hi, little princess." She cooed softly, not wanting to wake her up. The almost two year old was wearing a light yellow onesie with a giraffe in the center. Her feet were covered in pink socks and her diaper was sticking out of the holes of the onesie. The little girl had her hippo held tight and her pacifier had long fallen near her lips, though they were still pursed in a sucking motion.

Brooke then quietly walked to Carter's bed, her little troublemaker, and rubbed a finger across his porcelain chubby cheek.

He was dressed similarly to Riley, except his socks were white. A whimper came from Riley's crib, and Brooke gave out a content sigh. Her babies needed her.

"Hi princess. How was your nap." She spoke softly. The little girl's eyes were shiny with unshed tears. "Mama" She cooed, "Up. Mommy. Uppy."

Brooke acquiesced and picked her little Riley up. "Alright, up you go." Riley laid her head on her mom's shoulder, loving the feeling of her mom's hand running down her back.

"Oh, you're really wet honey." Brooke whispered, "Let's get your bottom cleaned up."

She moved to the changing table and laid her down, tickling her tummy and eliciting a sweet giggle from Riley. Brooke unsnapped her onesie and pulled gently at the tapes of the girl's diaper.

Riley squirmed as her mother pulled the front of the diaper down. She kicked her legs, when she realized that her hands were empty and the comfort of her hippo was left in the crib. "Mommy. Want Popo."

She smiled widely and babbled in excitement when her mom came back to the changing table with her PoPo.

"There you go sweetheart." Brooke cooed.

Brooke secured the new diaper onto Riley and grabbed the girl's binky. Riley loved that thing and Brooke already knew that it was going to be a struggle to wean the two year old off of it. She was reminded of Liz, who was only fully weaned off her pacifier at around 8 years old. The now teenager stopped using it during the day when she got to Kindergarten, then stopped needing it go to sleep when she was six, but would still ask for it when she was sick or really tired until she was about 8. But nobody else knew about that aside from Rebecca.

The moment Riley felt the nipple of her paci, she latched on. Now this was certainly bliss. Her hippo, paci, a freshly powdered bum, and her mommy.

Brooke moved to sit on the rocking chair, but not before checking into Carter's crib. The boy was still knocked out. His arms hugging his Spiderman tightly and his bottle right next to his cheek. The mother smiled at the sight.

She sat down and cradled her youngest baby. Carter was a few minutes older than her, and in terms of growth he was bigger as well. Brooke could already see that Riley would be the smaller, delicate one. Her Carter was rambunctious, while Riley was calm. But she loved them deeply just the same.

"Did you have a good day princess?" Brooke asked her daughter with a smile.

She knew Riley wouldn't go back to sleep since she'd just woken up, but the child loved to stay in her parent's arms a few minutes after waking up, just looking up at them, and so Brooke indulged her and did just that.

… …. …..

It was about 10 minutes later, that Brooke came down to the kitchen with Riley in hand, "Can you get Carter?" She asked Lucas, "He was waking up as I was leaving."

Lucas and Sam had just set up for dinner. He kissed Riley and then Brooke, "I'll go grab him."

"I reheated the pad thai, because it was getting kinda lukewarm." Sam told her mom, as Brooke settled Riley into the highchair.

"I put some noodles on Riley and Carter's plate too."

Brooke turned back around and smiled, "Thanks peanut." She took the plate and placed it in front of Riley. The little girl grabbed at the noodles carefully, but it seemed like she didn't like the texture and immediately shook her head.

Sam and Brooke laughed a bit. Brooke grabbed the baby spoon and placed some cut up noodles on it, which the girl happily took into her mouth. As long as she didn't have to touch it.

"I guess she got her diva-tude from you mom."

Brooke glared at her eldest, "I am not a diva! And neither is my precious baby girl. Right, Riles? Give mommy a smile baby."

Riley didn't understand much, but she heard smile, and that was definitely up her alley. She grinned and a few noodles escaped her mouth.

"There it is!" Brooke gushed.

Sam just shook her head good naturedly, "Whatever you say."

Brooke spooned in some more noodles, before turning to grab some food for herself, "How was school, sweetheart?"

Sam shrugged, "Eh. It was school. But, umm, Liz and Manny were talking about this party."

Okay, here goes. Sam thought, might as well just rip off the band aid

"Party?" Luke, came in, with a wide eyed, and happy Carter in his arms, "What party?"

"Wiley! Sammy!" The little boy kicked his legs in excitement.

"Hey big boy." Sam smiled at him, while Lucas adjusted the squirmy Carter onto the highchair by him, and started to put some food on a plate.

Riley was smiling and looking at her brother.

"Riley, baby, here's more food." Brooke moved the little girl's cheek to get her attention again.

"Come on Carter, you like noodles." Lucas tried to reason with the boy, as he turned his cheek away from the food.

"Cut them up a little more." Brooke advised Luke.

Sam waited for the babies to get settled before speaking up again. She sighed and took some more bites out of her pad thai.

A minute or so later, Brooke turned back around, "I'm sorry peanut. What were you saying about that party?"

The girl finished taking a sip of her water, "It's gonna be at Pete's house again."

"Where Liz got drunk?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, before cleaning Carter's chin for a moment.

Sam rolled her eyes, "Yes, where that happened. But need I remind you that it is not where I got drunk. And we've been there since then. Nothing's happened."

Brooke and Lucas looked at each other momentarily, having a small silent conversation with their eyes, "And you wanna go to this?"

"Well I wouldn't be talking about it if I didn't." Sam mumbled. Her mother's unimpressed glare changed her answer rather quickly. She cast her eyes down, "I mean, yeah, yeah, I do. Sorry."

"Much better." Brooke told her.

"Soooo, can I actually go?"

Lucas scooped up some of the food that had fallen onto Carter's chin and brought it back up to feed it to him, "When is it?" He simultaneously asked her.

Here it was. Moment of truth.

"It's umm-" She played with her fork, and tentatively looked up, "Tomorrow."

Both Lucas and Brooke narrowed their eyes, making Sam instantly defensive, and ready to argue her side.

"Samantha, what did we just finish talking to you about last weekend?" Brooke asked her pointedly.

Sam scoffed and leaned back onto the chair in annoyance, "But mom-"

"What did we talk about young lady?" The mother pressed on, driving the teenager crazy. She hated when they made her answer stupid questions.

Sam clenched her fists together under the table, away from her parents' view, and grit her teeth "About keeping my commitments."

"And why did we have that talk with you?" Lucas asked her.

UUUUGGGGHHHH. Could they stop with the lame line of questioning?

"I get it. I get it." She groaned, "Because I skipped on babysitting twice already when I said I could do it, and I haven't been keeping up with my chores around the house."

"So what made you think we'd let you go to this party? We asked you to do this three weeks ago, and you said yes. We would've let you go Sam, if you told us in advance."

"Well what if I ask Aunt Peyton or Aunt Haley if they're free?" She looked up at them with hope glimmering in her eyes, "And I've done all my chores since then!"

Brooke and Lucas gave each other a look before Brooke sighed and shook her head at her daughter, "No baby. I'm sorry. You've been slacking on responsibility a lot. You're sticking to this commitment."

Sam took a deep breath, and controlled her tongue. "I'll make it up to you." She sat up a little more, "I'll do extra chores, or work at your store mom! Please, please, please?" She looked to both her parents and neither looked rather moved.

Lucas frowned. He knew what it was like to want so badly to go somewhere but not be allowed to. He hated when his mom said no to him going places.

There were plenty of times where he'd been where Sam was just now, with a teeming hope that he could sway his mom with just the right amount of begging.

"But mom, everyone's gonna be there! And I'm on the basketball team!" He argued at Karen.

"You are grounded Lucas. I'm not going to stop your punishment for a party." Karen told him with a no nonsense voice, "Now you either stop that whining or I'll send you upstairs to bed."

Lucas hardened his look. He hated that his mom still had power over him like that. He might've been six feet tall, but his mom still established curfews for him, grounded him, sent him to bed, and yes, even at 17 still threatened him with a spanking if his behavior warranted it. Although that was rare now that he was older. But the effect was still the same. Especially because he knew his mom wasn't afraid of carrying it out. Like three months ago when he was dropped off by the police for vandalism of a rival school. The only thing that saved him was his connection to Dan, Nate's father. Unfortunately that didn't save him from having his pants lowered, and getting draped over Karen's lap. The hard and defiant teenager that had come in quickly turned into Karen's little boy, who wanted to do nothing more, but please his mother.

"Mom I already told them I was going!"

"Well that was your mistake." Karen shot back, "I had already told you, you were not to go to that party. This conversation is over."

But now, years later and as a parent, he understood that it was just as hard to be the one to say no to your child. Unfortunately, both he and Brooke knew that Sam needed to learn this lesson.

"Samantha, no. We already talked to you about responsibility. You told us you'd help us out this weekend, and that is that. End of discussion. Is that understood?"

He watched as Sam's demeanor changed to a frustrated anger. "Yes." She spit out with attitude. The teenager then pushed her food away from her, no longer wanting to be a part of dinner with her mom or her dad.

"Samantha-" Brooke could see that the girl was going to leave

But Sam really didn't want to talk to them. She had gotten excited about the party as she thought about it more, but it seemed that her parents wanted to kill her plans. Now she had to be the downer in her friend group and tell them her parents were being lame

And so she got up and left the room, not looking at her parents at all,

"I'm not hungry anymore." She grumbled out, making a quick and angry exit.

She went up the stairs and closed the door a few notches away from a door slam.

Brooke turned to Lucas. Riley, now sitting on her lap as Brooke finished her own food.

"That really sucked." Lucas frowned, standing up and taking his and Sam's plate to the sink with Carter in his arms.

"We did the right thing Lucas." Brooke reminded him.

"Down. Down!" Riley asked her mother, wanting to play with Carter who Lucas had just placed on the floor as well. Brooke gently kissed her head and placed her on the floor, "Okay, baby." She whispered.

Luke sat down with a sigh, "I know we did, but I hate when she gets mad at us."

They both watched their youngest babies who had crawled into the living room to play with their toys. "Sometimes I wish making them happy was always the right thing to do." Brooke admitted, looking at the jovial giggles coming from Riley and Carter. The boy was making on of the toys talk and it was apparently the funniest thing in the world, to the both of them. She wished making Sam happy was as simple as that.

"I wish that too." He leaned in and kissed his wife on the cheek. She turned, surprised by the kiss, and he gave her a smile that still drove her crazy, "You're the best father." She whispered softly.

He kissed her lips for a few moments before one of their babies started to whimper. Brooke groaned, making Lucas chuckle, "They'll be asleep by nine." He winked, hoping that Brooke wouldn't be too exhausted for some bedroom fun.

She narrowed her eyes, "And our other child?"

"Is mad at us. So more time to ourselves."

"Lucas!" She admonished, getting up and walking to the crying Carter, though she could tell he'd been joking.

The husband followed her into the living room, "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'll see if she wants to talk before bed."

… …. …

Brooke and Lucas were downstairs with the two little kiddos, a basketball game was on in the background. Lucas was on the floor attempting to watch the game, while getting attacked by Carter over and over again.

Riley, on the other hand, laid on her mommy's stomach atop the couch, watching the figures on the television, occasionally babbling, and sucking on her binky. Brooke was looking over some documents, but would find herself stopping to stare at the little girl that would lovingly pull on her shirt with her tiny chubby fist.

Sam had stayed upstairs for most of the night but walked down to grab her backpack so she could start the book Haley had assigned for class.

She saw the rest of her family downstairs and sighed. She really hoped they'd leave her alone.

"Sammy!" Carter was the first one to notice her.

"Damn it." Sam groaned to herself.

The little boy, with shaky legs, ran over and grabbed onto his big sister's pantleg. Sam smiled down at him, "Hey big boy."

"Up. Up." He asked of her.

Brooke and Lucas looked at one another, surprised that Sam had come down, lately when she was upset she'd choose to ignore them completely until her anger subsided. Typical teenager response.

"Hey peanut." Brooke sat up a bit, "Come sit."

But all Sam did was pick up her bag that was by the door. She placed Carter back onto the couch, "No thanks." She forced herself to say and walked towards the way of the kitchen.

The parents noticed she was carrying her blanket. She opened the backdoor and went to sit on the porch to read, covering herself with the cloth as it was cold outside.

Brooke laid her head back onto the couch, "Was it wishful thinking to think that she got over it this quickly?"

Lucas chuckled a bit, "Just a bit wishful."

"Mommy go with Sammy." Carter asked. His sister had put him down so fast, and he wanted to play with her.

"Sammy wants to be alone, big boy." Brooke told him gently. His little green eyes pouted up at her and made her melt.

Why did all her kids have to be so damn cute?

Brooke looked over at her 16 year old sitting outside and longed for her to be sitting near her with the rest of the family.

… ….. ….

By 9:45 pm Sam was up in her room, and had just gotten off the phone with her friends. They were really bummed that she wasn't going to go with them, and honestly so was she.

This was going to be one of the bigger parties of the year, and although she wasn't much of a partier, she did enjoy the company of her friends and stayed close with them whenever they went out. And she wasn't exactly "popular," but she certainly wasn't unpopular.

Sam had found a sweet middle ground throughout her time at Tree Hill. The girl was invited to many things, and was loved by most.

Her peers knew her as Coach Scott and Brooke Davis's daughter. But they also knew that she didn't take herself or the name of her parents seriously, and was kind to everyone, although she was definitely not a doormat either. They had all watched the video of her fighting Ashley.

Sam let herself fall back onto her bed with a disappointed huff. She turned off her lights and turned the tv on. She figured that she'd let it lull her to sleep and forget about her disappointment over not being able to go to the party.

Twenty minutes later she heard a knock on her door. She rolled her eyes, knowing that it was probably both her parents.

"Come in." Her voice clearly unconvincing.

Yup. It was the both of them.

"I really don't wanna talk about it." Sam immediately told their advancing forms, "I'm not going tomorrow. I get it. Can we just say goodnight and forget it?"

Both parents had already figured that she wasn't going to be in a talkative mood and had agreed to just say goodnight. There had been other parties that Sam wasn't allowed to go too, but through some reconnaissance on Lucas's part, they found out that this was supposed to be a pretty big bash. He asked Haley about it, since she was more attentive to the students' personal lives than he ever was.

"We just came in to say goodnight." Lucas told her gently.

Lucas and Brooke sat on the edge of the bed closest to Sam, wanting nothing more than their daughter to give them a smile. It was what they missed most when she was mad.

Her smile that made her blue eyes sparkle up at them.

Brooke gave her daughter a sad smile and brushed her hair from her face, "We understand how hard it is to want to go somewhere but not being allowed to. We were teenagers once too. We get why you're upset."

Sam wanted to say 'well if you get it, then why are you still being jerks about it?' But realized now was not the time, nor would it ever be the time to say that. She did not want to make it worse for herself.

"Okay. Fine." She said looking down at her blanket.

Lucas leaned in and kissed his daughter's cheek, "Goodnight champ. I love you."

Brooke kissed her daughter's forehead, "Night baby."

Sam didn't really feel like saying anything to them. She just nodded her head and mumbled out a 'goodnight' as they both left the room.

The girl went back to watching TV, before she eventually fell asleep.

… … ….

Once in bed, naked and bodies flushed together, and after some quiet but passionate time together, Lucas looked at Brooke's beautiful green eyes. The eyes of their two youngest babies.

"You are an amazing woman Brooke Davis."

Brooke smiled and cuddled her head onto his chest. She loved the feeling of protection that she felt in her husband's arms.

"Thank you." She whispered.

He hugged her tight, "For what?"

"For living this life with me. For being such a good dad to all of our little kiddos."

Lucas smiled wide and rubbed her wife's back gently, "I could say the same for you, babe. I wouldn't ask for a better life. Even when one of our babies is throwing a tantrum, I still love every minute of it."

The woman chuckled. Yes, even then, even now that their oldest daughter was throwing her version of a tantrum. She also, still loved it all.

….. …. …..

Friday's school day had come and gone and now Sam was getting ready to head out to the parking lot with Liz and Manny. Liz was their driver to most places nowadays. She felt her phone ringing and found that it was Haley.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey Sammy, where are you?"

"I'm at the parking lot walking to Liz's car." Her eyes narrowed, "Why?"

"Are you still willing to tutor Josh?"

Josh was a basketball player who was struggling to keep up in Haley's English class. Sam had offered to help last week.

"Umm, yeah. Sure. Right now?"

"Can you? He needs two more signed hours of peer tutoring if he wants to play tonight."

Sam gave her friends a sad smile, "Yeah, I'm free. Where at? Your class?"

"Your dad's office."

Well, fucking great. Sam thought. She spent the day trying to avoid her father.

"Okay, I'll head over."

"Haley wants me to tutor Josh." She told Liz and Manny.

"Ugh, so can you at least meet up with us afterward?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, I'll ask my dad to drop me off at your house, so I can hang with y'all before you go to the party and I have to watch the twins."

Sam walked into her dad's office and saw Josh and Haley. Her dad was inside the gym starting the warm ups for the team.

"Hey Josh. Hi Mrs. Scott." She entered saying.

Haley lifted her head from where she was looking over Josh's shoulder, "Sam, thank you for doing this."

"Yeah Sam, I owe you one." The tall, brown haired junior added.

The girl shrugged, "It's fine. What do you need from me?"

"Just go over the last test focused on analyzing literary devices in passages. He has to rewrite his response."

Sam sloughed her bag from her shoulder and let it fall near the chair across from Josh's, "Okay, I can do that."

Haley rubbed Sam' back and winked at her, "Thank you."

Sam smiled at her, "Yeah, no problem."

Sam and Josh got into the groove of things a few minutes later.

"So basically, what do you think is the main tool that the author is using to get his point across?" She asked the much taller boy in front of her.

"Besides the words?"

Sam rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Yeah dude. Besides the words. We're focused on the literary devices."

"I mean it all seems kinda sad." The junior was getting rather frustrated. He hated doing this, and couldn't understand how Sam could love it so much.

"Yeah exactly, it is sad!" Sam replied, excited that they were finally moving somewhere, "So that's the tone of the short story."

She explained it all a little bit more until Josh finally felt that he was at a place to start his thesis paragraph over again.

The door opened while Josh was on his second sentence, and in came Lucas.

"Oh, champ!" Lucas said surprised, but happy to see his child, "What're you doing here?"

Josh and Sam both looked up, "Aunt-I mean, Mrs. Scott wanted me to help tutor Josh." Sam spoke rather clipped, hoping her dad left her alone.

Lucas walked over and kissed the top of her head. He could see she still had hurt feeling about the party, but that wouldn't stop him from being her dad, "You're a sweetheart, you know that?"

Sam just looked back to Josh with a short nod. Lucas watched her for a moment, wishing she wouldn't be so upset.

Josh couldn't help but smile and look up from his paper, catching Sam's eye. Coach Scott's 'dad' side was so weird to watch for the basketball player.

"How's it going Josh?" Lucas asked.

"I think I get it a little more. At least I understand this passage now and what it's tryna say."

"Well keep at it." Lucas told him, "Sammy, can I talk to you outside for a second?"

Damn, Sam definitely couldn't say no here and now. She got up and followed her dad right outside the door.

Lucas leaned on the door and looked at his barely 5 foot daughter with a smile on his face.

Sam was wearing dark-washed skinny jeans, and a black T-Shirt, with the word "LIVE" in bold white lettering. She adorned it with Jack's faded green army coat, and of course her converse on her feet.

"Dad, what?" She asked slightly impatient.

"I just wanted to thank you for doing this. I know that you're probably giving up time that you would've spent with your friends or Jack to help one of my athletes, and that means a lot to me. You're a great friend and a great peer."

He could see it in her eyes that his words mattered to her. She tried hard not to smile, but Lucas could see right through it. He hugged her tightly to him, "I love you baby girl."

And the father couldn't help but beam when he felt Sam squeeze him right back and nuzzle her head on his chest for a second.

He let go and rubbed her arm, "I gotta go back out there. You're coming home with me, right?"

"Can you drop me off at Liz's? I'll be back before mom and you leave for the play, promise."

"Sure kiddo. I'll do that."

When Sam came back in Josh was smiling at her.

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

He shrugged, "Nothing. I just saw him give you a hug. You and Coach Scott are cute. He seems like a cool dad."

Sam sat down, "Yeah, sometimes." She added, and he just laughed before they got back to work.

Josh and Sam finally finished, and he again expressed how much he owed her. Lucas was about to head in the office when a question that Josh asked stopped him. The door had been left open so it was easy to hear. "Are you coming to Pete's party tonight?"

"No, I'm not going."

"Awww, why? It's gonna be great!" Josh asked her.

'Shut up Josh.' Lucas growled to himself, not wanting his daughter to get riled up again.

"I'm taking care of my brother and sister tonight. My parents are going out."

"Damn, they couldn't find someone else? That's a bummer."

"Trust me. I know."

"Well I'm sure you'll catch it through SnapChat and Facebook."

"Yeah, I guess I'll live it that way." Sam frowned.

Lucas chose that time to step in, "You better go at least finish up that practice." He told Josh.

"Yeah, I'm going Coach Scott. See ya around Sam!"

"Bye Josh." Sam called after.

He looked at his daughter, "Ready to go?"

"Mmmhhhmm." She grabbed her bag and let her dad put an arm around her as they walked out.

"Are you still mad at us?" He asked as they got to the car. Sam finally gave him a small smile and shrugged, "Just bummed, I guess."

He unlocked the car, "I'll take that." He said with a wink.

At least it wasn't the cold shoulder anymore.

"Dad, Jack's here!" Sam shrieked in surprise, seeing him coming out of Liz's house, waving. She thought they were gonna see each other tomorrow, not today.

Lucas smiled at Sam's genuine happiness. She had been pretty much quiet the whole way there, jut humming along to the music. But of course Jack could change her mood that quickly.

"I can see that." He also waved at Jack, having now, kind of, sort of accepted him as a part of Sam's life as 'boyfriend.'

"Have fun, alright? And be home a little before 8:00. Mom and I are planning to leave then."

"Yeah, okay." Her dad gave her a quick hug and she was out, running into Jack's arms and receiving a kiss on the lips from him.

Lucas narrowed his eyes as he watched them walk in. That was her little girl running into another man's arms. He recalled just last week Sam doing the same with him when he'd come back from a coach conference. He hugged her nice and tight then, and felt her daughter melt into his embrace. He might accept his daughter's relationship, but it was still hard to watch her grow up.

… … …

By 7:55 pm Sam was home and being reminded of everything that needed to be done for Riley and Carter. They were both still awake, but on the verge of sleep as they played downstairs with one another.

"Make sure to put them to bed in about an hour. Their milk is in the fridge, heat it up, and test it before you give it to them."

Brooke was putting on her shoes by the door as she instructed Sam, "Yeah mom. I got it." The teenager assured her. She'd done this all before.

"And change their diapers before bed too. Carter has a rash right now so you probably have to change him throughout the night."

"Yes mom. You told me this." Sam reiterated.

Lucas went over and kissed Sam and his two babies.

"We just worry." He told Sam, it was clear that she was getting annoyed by all of her mom's directions.

Sam nodded, "She freaks out dad. Every time."

He chuckled, "I know."

Brooke moved quickly and embraced Sam, "Bye sweetheart. Thank you. We love you. And we'll be back late, probably 1 or 2 in the morning. But we'll text you to let you know when we're on our way back. If you're asleep don't worry about texting back."

Sam nodded and kissed her mom's cheek, "Go have fun mom."

Her mother was always like this right before leaving her kids. Lucas managed to ease them both out without any waterworks from Carter or Riley.

Unfortunately as they drove into downtown, what the parents didn't know was that Sam and her friends had created a plan for Sam to get to the party. Oh, yes. Sneaking out was going to happen.

But, it's fair to say that originally that wasn't supposed to be the case. Sam had resigned herself to the fact that she was going to spend the night with her brother and sister. There would be other parties, and she'd just have to wait.

But that changed when Manny and Sam got a message from their glee club group text, letting them know that they wanted to do another performance at the party. Apparently a lot of the people from the dance team were going to be there, and they'd been giving the glee club a lot of grief, calling them lame and subpar, creating a lot of tension between them. The dance team saw themselves as the better and "cooler" group. This was the Glee club's way of telling them to go fuck themselves because Glee was, in fact, the best.

'Let's get together and come up with an awesome dance routine at around 9pm and then crash the party at 10:30 pm and do it in Pete's back courtyard' The text read, "Peter's backyard has a speaker system! We gotta bring it! Dress in black and white! Watch it and practice a bit until we meet up!'

Another text came, 'We need to show them that Glee is just as badass at dancing as they are! Everyone meet up at Kaya's place at 9pm!"

Sammy opened up the video on her phone and they all huddled around to see it. It was a choreography to 'Pose' by Rihanna.

"HO-LY Shit." Manny said in awe. The song was pretty, well, badass. The moves also looked intense.

"We're supposed to dance that and be awesome in two hours?" He commented. Liz just laughed, "Good luck with that."

Sam examined the moves. She wasn't a phenomenal dancer, but she could definitely keep up.

"I mean, the footwork isn't complicated. It looks like it's all about the attitude and making yourself look sexy, but hardcore. I think y'all can do it." Sam said, "I wish I could be there with you guys."

Manny turned to look at his friend who was leaned into Jack on the couch, "Ummm, you're coming." He said definitively.

"Manny, I already told you. I can't!"

"Well, the dance moves in threes. First the girls, then the guys. There's four guys and five girls in glee club. John and Megan can't dance for the life of them, and Jenni is out of town. You have to be there, and you're great at making yourself look badass!"

"I'm not taking my brother and sister with me to a party Manny!" Sam argued. But she wanted to be there just as bad, "Unless I can find someone that can take care of them." And it couldn't be Haley or Peyton.

Liz came to a solution first, "Jack!"

"What?" He asked confused.

"You stay with Riley and Carter. I'll drop you off and pick Sam up. Then once you guys perform, I'll just take you back."

Sam thought about that plan. It wasn't a crazy idea at all. "Jack have you taken care of babies before?"

He shook his head, "N-no. I mean if you want me to, I'll do this. But I don't know much about babies."

"They're going to be sleeping anyways. Right Sam?" Manny jumped in.

"Yeah, yeah they are." She felt like this just might work, "You just have to check on them occasionally. And if one of them wakes up crying, wait like ten minutes because they might just go back to sleep, if not check if they need to be changed, and rock them a bit."

In her excitement she had forgotten to mention that Carter had a rash and needed to be checked regularly. And that Brooke had instructed her to immediately check Carter when he woke up crying because it probably meant that his bottom was irritated.

"When are your parents supposed to be back?" Manny asked.

Sam waved her hand in dismissal, "No worries, 'til like really late. They said 1 or 2. I'll definitely be back by 12:30 tops. Jack, if you don't want to though, we don't have to do it."

The boy shook his head, "Nah. It doesn't seem too difficult. I can do it."

Sam jumped onto him and showered him in hugs and kisses. Jack hugged her tight and kissed her just as excitedly back, until Manny pried them apart and started making Sam and him practice.

… …. ….

Sam heard the honk by 8:50. She had just gotten Riley and Carter down five minutes ago. She winced hoping the sound didn't wake her brother and sister up. Relief came when no sound came from upstairs. She opened the door and put her finger to her lips as Jack came in. He understood and entered quietly.

"They just fell asleep." She whispered.

Jack nodded, and tried to listen and absorb all of Sam's instructions. It all seemed doable. Check for diaper changes. Walk into the nursery intermittently. Their milk was in the fridge. The baby monitor was in the living room.

"You got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it. I'll call you if I need something." He then grabbed her and brought her in for a deep, almost lustful kiss.

"Shit." Sam groaned. "What was that for?"

"Wishing I could be there and see you in action. You look really good Sam."

She looked down. Her clothes were a little more revealing than her usual outfits, as the performance deemed. She was wearing a loose white croptop that reached her belly button. Her pants were jet black, hugged her tightly in all the right places, and were cropped at her ankles. Her shoes were a pair of black Nike Free Running shoes that she rarely used, but were given to her on behalf of Nike when her mom visited their company and gave her things for everyone in the family.

"Yeah, well I'm supposed to be hardcore and sexy. Do I pass?"

He hugged her and squeezed her backside, kissing her lips in the process, "Oh, hell yeah." He let her go, "But you better get going before Manny or Liz kill you."

"Yeah, I'll see you." Her eyes shone him a devious twinkle that drove Jack mad, "Maybe we can have some time to ourselves before my parents get home."

"Is that a promise?" He smirked.

She chuckled, "It's a hopefully."

And hopefully was good enough for Jack. He loved the time they spent in intimacy, although they were both still virgins. Sam wasn't ready for sex. Jack knew this, and Sam knew this. He was gentle with her. He never did more than what she wanted, and Sam was comfortable enough with him to tell him to stop when she couldn't go further. He did so whenever that happened, and never made her feel bad about it.

Jack loved just having her close and kissing her slowly. Passionately. He loved the way her hands moved on his back and her nails dug into him when she felt turned on. Time and place erased when it was just him and her, naked. Chest to chest. Arms tangled together.

…. . … ….

The performance had been a success. When Sam and the rest of the club entered the building together and in their coordinated outfits, everyone at the party instantly took notice. None of them said nothing, they walked straight outside towards the spacious backyard, where two of the glee club members had already started setting up the speakers to their computer. They waited a few moments for people to walk outside.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Said Ellen, one of the captains of the dance team.

Peter, who had always thought Sam was rather cute, and loved watching her dance last time, glared at Ellen, "Chill Elle. They're pretty good. They did this last time too."

Peter was towards the front of the crowd and winked at Sam, "Hey Sammy."

Sam just rolled her eyes. He knew she was taken, but he always played this game with her.

The dance team was front and center watching the glee club, and muttering insults at them before they'd started.

Suddenly the speakers blasted and it made everyone quiet. Sam, and two other girls who were in position behind Manny, and two other guys slid right into the front and started the performance.

Sam was front and center and even brushed her shoulders haughtily right at Elle. Sam usually wasn't confrontational, but there was something about performing that she loved and made her unusually confident.

When she played piano, she took risks in what she played, when she sang, she liked to do harder pieces. There was something about showcasing talent that made Sam light up.

By the end of it the crowd at the party cheered and hollered. They had killed it. Sam, along with the others were being patted on the back, hugged, and pushed around. She swore she heard Manny scream "RESPECT US, BITCHES" and was sure it was towards some of the girls from the dance team who had slunk away.

She managed to move away from the mayhem and check her phone. No calls. No texts. Not from her mom, dad, or Jack. And it was only 10:40. She still had plenty of time, and decided to leave the party at around 11:45.

Sam moved back with her friends. "And it's the star of the show." Peter said with a slight, flirtatious smile.

Sam gave him a dirty look, "Pete, back off."

"Hey, I just wanna congratulate talent when I see it. Your mom was flexible as fuck back in high school. It's in your genes."

Liz went over and hugged Sam tight, "I just wanna point out that it's creepy that you knew that about Sam's mom."

"She's Brooke Davis. Everyone knows her."

"Well whatever. Still creepy that you said it, Pete." Liz responded, "And number TWO, Sam's not interested."

He just shrugged and looked at Sam, "One day you will be. And I'll be right here for you."

Sam and Liz just looked at each other and burst out laughing. "You looked HAWT Sam." Liz shrieked excitedly.

Sam nudged her with her hip teasingly, "Well I'm freezing my ass off, can we go back inside. I left my coat in there."

"Do you want me to drop you off now, or are you gonna chill for a bit?"

Sam looked at her team, who were celebrating inside, while throwing shade at the dance team, "I'll stay a bit. Drink a wine cooler and hang. But I have to leave at 11:45."

"Alright, cool. Just find me!" She told Sam, "I'm gonna drive Lindsay home. Meet me out front at 11:45."

Sam went back in, deciding to enjoy the last hour with friends. She had no regrets. Everything had gone so smoothly. A smile creeped onto her face, and it felt good. She looked good. They performed well. This night had certainly turned out to be awesome.

… …. …

Josh, the junior basketball player who Sam had tutored, sat at a lawn chair near the pool. He saw an abandoned phone and wondered who it belonged to, but didn't pay much mind to it. His friends were all joking around around him, and Ellen, who he thought was pretty hot was sitting by him.

A few minutes later the phone started buzzing, lighting up in the process.

Elle and Josh both looked at it. It said 'MAMA' and had a picture of Brooke and Sam together. The teenage boy thought that was rather cute.

Elle made a move for the phone, but Josh stopped her, "What're you doing? Leave it."

He knew the dance team had beef with the Glee Club who's popularity in the school was ever growing.

"What are you her bodyguard?"

"Are you just mad that she's twenty times better than you?" He spit back at her, "Fuck off. I know you were the one that sent out Tammy's nudes." He knew she wasn't above doing the same to other girls. Sam included.

Elle just scoffed and got up to get another drink.

Josh grabbed the phone once Elle left. He was surprised that Sam was here, since she had told him she wasn't coming.

The jock didn't want anyone taking Sam's phone or doing something stupid with it, considering that Sam was the daughter of THE Brooke Davis, and he figured that her mother wouldn't appreciate her information out like that. He owed Sam one anyway. She had did him a solid in tutoring him, so he'd keep her phone safe.

Two minutes later the phone rang again. Once again 'MAMA' came on the screen and Brooke and Sam's picture lit up.

He hesitated, but the allure of speaking to Brooke Davis, and wondering if maybe there was something wrong won out. He slid the lock screen and picked up.

"H-hello?" He answered.

The boy heard the surprise, and unease in the woman's voice, "Hello? Jack, is that you?"

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, no, no Mrs. –umm, Mrs. Davis, or I mean Davis-Scott. I'm Josh, on Mr. Scott's basketball team."

Someone who was drunk ran right into Josh as he was talking. Josh pushed him off, "Hey back off idiot!" He yelled at the dude, and right into Brooke's ear as well.

"Chill!" The other kid yelled back.

And that was when Brooke knew her daughter was not at home. That's when she was absolutely sure she'd snuck off to that damn party.

"Josh." He heard her say into the phone pointedly, "Are you at Pete's party."

Gulp. Shit. He could tell Sam was about to get into some real shit. "Ummm. I, umm"

"Oh for God's sake." Brooke was now exasperated, "Where is Sam, Josh? Give her the phone!"

The boy got up and looked around for Sam. He moved inside where it got much louder. He moved back outside, "She's in the bathroom right now." He lied, trying to buy time in finding her.

"Well don't hang up this phone, and when she comes back, hand it over to her."

He agreed and walked back in trying to find Sam. He saw Daniel in Glee club and knew she'd be there.

Sam was there, leaning on the counter, talking with friends, a wine cooler in hand. Josh grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

"Hey!" She yelped, "Josh, what the hell are you-"

He stopped and pushed the phone her way, "It's your mom."

Sam froze. She checked her pocket. Shit. She had left her phone outside. It was supposed to have been with her at all times because if her parent's called she was going to find a quiet place to talk. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"You picked it up?!" She hissed at Josh.

"I-she called twice! I thought something might be up. I'm sorry! Here, take it!" He pushed the phone towards her.

Sam saw that her mom was still on the line. Her heartbeat sped up. FUCK!

"Hang it up." She told him, pushing it back towards him, as if that would solve everything.

"What? Sam, just take it. She's on the line!"

"Hang up the fucking phone!" She begged him. Feeling frazzled, he did just that.

Brooke's mouth stayed agape. She had heard her daughter's words, and if she wasn't mad before, she was now furious. Who the hell was taking care of her two babies? And why did her daughter think it was okay to hang up the damn phone?!

The play had just ended, and Lucas was in the bathroom, so Brooke decided to take that time and check on her kid. But now, now the mother was on a mission. She saw Lucas coming. "Lucas, you will not believe this!" She started, stalking over to where he was.

…. …. ….

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Sam was now out front, trying to call Liz to take her home now, but she wasn't picking up.

Josh, feeling bad, had gone with Sam. "I have to get home. They're going to kill me." Sam's breathing was rapid. She was so, so dead.

"I'll take you home Sam. I haven't had anything to drink, so I'm good to drive."

Sam looked at him with grateful eyes, "Oh my God, yes please."

"It's my fault anyway."

Sam shook her head as they walked to his truck, "No, she would've kept calling, and freaked out that I wasn't picking up since it's still early, and probably would've had one of my aunts come check on me or something. It would've been worse."

Josh gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Shit." She bit her lip as she got into the car, "I can't believe I left my phone outside. I'm so stupid."

Josh looked over at Sam as he got into the driver's seat. He felt so bad for her. He could see how anxious she was. "Umm, what street Sam?"

"Magnolia Ave. It's the house on the corner."

He nodded and tried to ease her worry, "We'll be there in 15 minutes. I'm sure it'll be fine." He tried.

"I left my baby brother and sister with my boyfriend." She shook her head in frustration, "He's never taken care of babies before. I'm so dead."

"You know your parents love you. They're not actually gonna kill you." He tried to joke.

Sam leaned back into the chair. Her phone started ringing again. It was her mom. "Goddamnit." She groaned.

Josh turned on the car, and yelled at someone to get a kid named Owen, so he could move his car out of the driveway, and let his truck through.

Sam took a deep breath, "H-hello?" She said meekly.

"Samantha, what the hell has gotten into you?" Came her mom's first reprimand. Sam could hear that they were on the road, and she was on Bluetooth. They were probably already on their way home. They skipped out on the plans they had after the play apparently.

Her father was the next one to speak. His anger made Sam cringe, "Who is taking care of Riley and Carter, Samantha?" He demanded to know.

"J-jack is. He's with them at home." Sam was not about to lie, or get defensive; she was already in too much trouble. The girl was not that dumb.

"Samantha, how could you?" Brooke yelled, "How could you be so irresponsible?!"

The teenager blinked back the sting of tears in her eyes, "I'm on my way home right now mom." She tried to appease her mother's fury, "Josh is taking me. He hasn't had anything to drink."

"I don't even know what to say to you right now." Brooke was angry. She was worried. She was disappointed.

"Just get home."

And just like that Brooke ended the call.

Finally, Owen had moved his car and Josh could finally leave the driveway. Twenty minutes later Josh parked near the curb of Sam's house.

It was clear that her parents were home. The car was left out front.

Josh looked at Sam. He could see why Coach Scott was so protective of Sam. It was obvious to all the basketball players how much Lucas loved and protected his little girl. And as he saw Sam in her nervous state, under Jack's old army coat, she looked so vulnerable to the basketball player.

"You'll be okay."

"They're so mad." Sam's voice broke. Damn it. She didn't want to cry yet. It was bound to happen, but not now! She also didn't want to face her parents.

"But they love you." Josh told her.

"You know how my dad gets whenever another team hurts one of his players on purpose?" Sam asked him.

"Yeah, he goes ballistic."

"Well in this scenario it's not his players, it's his two babies."

"But you didn't try to hurt them. They were with somebody."

Sam rested her head on the passenger seat and looked toward her house, "Well let's hope they see it that way."

Just then Sam got a text from Jack, "Your mom and dad called me a cab. They're crazy mad. I thought your dad was gonna strangle me. Got on like ten minutes ago. I'm sorry Sam. I love you babe."

She brushed her hands with her face, "Guess I should go in."

"You know, you're their baby too."

Sam turned to look at him confused, "What?"

"You're one of their kids too. They can't kill you. They love you too much."

'But they can spank me.' Was Sam's next thought. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

"Thanks for driving me." She told him.

He smiled, "I owed you one. Guess we're even?"

Sam managed a small smile, "Guess so."

… …. …..

Sam opened the door slowly. Her palms were sweaty and her throat felt dry. God, she was so nervous.

When she came in, her mother was rocking an upset Carter. Lucas was not in the living room.

Brooke rounded on Sam immediately, "You didn't tell Jack about his rash, Samantha?! He's in pain!"

Shit. It was then that Sam noticed that Brooke had taken Carter's diaper off to relieve the pain. His poor bottom was quite red. It had gotten worse.

Guilt settled at the pit of Sam's stomach.

"We came in and both Riley and Carter were crying. Jack had no idea what he was doing!" Brooke was yell whispering, as she was still trying to lull Carter.

"Mom I-"

"Save it." Brooke hissed, "I don't want to hear any of your excuses. I thought we could trust you!"

"Mom, I thought-"

"Stop it." Brooke cut her off, "You thought you could get away with it!"

Sam felt her face go red. Her cheeks blushing furiously.

"What made you think what you did was okay?! It was idiotic and childish! God, I am so incredibly disappointed in you!" By now her voice was no longer a whisper. She was scolding Sam harshly and it unsettled the baby in her arms who started to cry once more.

Brooke took notice of the tears in her eldest's eyes, but was too overcome with anger, "Go to your room." Her voice calmer, realizing she had lost her temper, "I don't have anything else to say to you. Your father will talk to you."

Sam stood helplessly, tears falling down her cheeks. She didn't want to go up. She wanted her mom to hug her. She wanted her mom to do something, besides leave things like that.

"Go up, Samantha." Brooke ordered her again, not even looking at her, as she rocked Carter.

The 16 year old had never felt more dismissed by Brooke in her life. Her stomach bubbled with emotion and there was a knot in her throat. If she dared to talk she'd probably sob. It hurt her so deeply to hear her mother say she basically wanted nothing to do with her.

Sam hated to admit it, but the insecure 14 year old that she came to Brooke and Lucas as, immediately started to fight it's way out.

How did she fuck up this bad? Just an hour ago she was having the time of her life.

The moment she reached the top of the steps, her father was closing the door to the nursery. He had just put down Riley once more. Their eyes locked. Sam froze as her father stalked up to her and took her by the arm firmly and marched her straight into her room.

She didn't fight him. She felt horrible now, for having made Carter hurt.

Lucas sat her down on the bed. It was obvious that Sam was overcome with guilt.

"I'm SORRY!" Sam finally got out, a sob escaping her, "I'm so sorry!"

The father moved and grabbed the tissue box from Sam's desk and handed them to her. It was almost midnight, but Lucas didn't want to wait to have to punish Sam. "You have fifteen minutes to calm down." He told her not meanly, but not necessarily gently either. "I need to calm down too, because I am not going to punish you as angry as I am."

And with that Sam knew her fate. Lucas left the room without another word.

He stood behind the door and heard Sam crying. He felt a pang in his heart at the sound. But he took a deep breath, and moved away from the door.

When he walked downstairs he found Carter asleep in Brooke's arms. A new diaper now on him.

"How's our big boy doing?" He asked softly.

"Finally asleep." Brooke whispered back, "I put some ointment and extra baby powder on his bottom."

Lucas wrapped an arm around Brooke. He knew that Brooke kept replaying coming into the house to hear their baby boy crying loudly. Then screaming for Brooke.

"Mommy! Ouchie mommy! OUCHIE!" The little boy yelled when he saw his mother. It broke Brooke's heart into a million little pieces.

"You know she feels bad about this." He said softly.

Brooke frowned, and took a deep breath, "But it doesn't make me any less angry."

Lucas stayed silent for a moment, "Do you want me to talk to her alone?"

The mother bit her lip. She had never felt this upset with her daughter. She loved Sam with all her heart, but right now she really didn't want to deal with it.

Maybe it was a bad and selfish move on her part. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do. But all she wanted was to cradle her son. Her defenseless son who was supposed to have been in good hands. In Sam's hands.

She turned to Luke and answered honestly, "I don't want to go in there and say something that'll make things worse. I-" Her eyes watered, "I need time Lucas."

He kissed Brooke's cheek, "I know you do. I'll let her know that you'll talk to her in the morning. But Brooke, you know that you can't go in still angry with her tomorrow. We're spanking her, and the promise we made her is that once she's spanked, she's forgiven."

The parents had decided that she was to be spanked for direct disobedience, and leaving Riley and Carter, while the grounding was for sneaking out.

Lucas had stayed with Brooke for a few more minutes before going back up. The moment Brooke heard the door close she felt a sting in her eyes. She should be up there, but the mother just couldn't bring herself to get up.

…. …. ….

Lucas climbed the stairs now much calmer. He opened the door to Sam's room. The girl was on the edge of her bed. Her hands in her lap, her head bowed as she sniffled.

She didn't want to look up when she heard her door. She couldn't look up. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts. She had spent those minutes replaying her mother's words to her, and the moment that she decided to go to the party. Why had she decided to say yes? Why didn't she think everything through? It had not been worth it. The feeling of elation while with her club did not compare to how she felt now.

Lucas found Sam dressed in her pajamas. She'd changed into simple running shorts and a college t shirt that had belonged to Brooke.

The father walked in and grabbed Sam's chair. He moved it in front of her and sat down, staying quiet throughout.

Sam noticed that it was only her dad, and a pang of sadness hit her. Was her mom so upset that she didn't even want to talk to her? Worse, even see her?

"Samantha." Lucas called her.

"Y-yeah?" Sam sniffled.

Lucas lifted her chin up, so their eyes could meet. It was so obvious to the father how bad Sam felt. He didn't think he'd ever seen her look so guilty. But he had to see the punishment through.

"I want you to start from the beginning and tell me everything that happened."

Sam blinked and wiped the tears that fell from her eyelashes, "Where's mom?" She asked looking towards the door.

"She's with Carter, right now." He knew that Sam wanted her mom there. He had heard Brooke yelling at Sam, and it was clear that a lot needed to be hashed out between them.

"But I'm here and you're talking to me. So let's focus, okay?"

Sam nodded and bit her lip, before she explained to her father everything, from the reason why she decided to go to the party, her losing her phone, and the plan about Jack taking care of the twins. She apologized for having forgotten to tell Jack about Carter's rash, and she emphasized over and over again that she was sorry for being irresponsible.

Lucas looked at her daughter with a softer expression. He could tell she'd really thought about everything during her time up alone in her room.

The father sighed heavily, "Sam, you are normally not selfish. But what you did today was very selfish. You only thought about what would be good for you and your club. You completely disregarded the well-being of your brother and sister. And you thrust Jack into a situation that he wasn't ready for. Do you understand this?"

Sam hugged herself and nodded sadly, big tears started to well up in her eyes once more. She hadn't thought about it like that, and she suddenly felt ashamed.

"I need a verbal answer Samantha."

"Yes, I get it." She whispered, "Dad, I'm so sorry." She looked down and fiddled with her hands that were in her lap. "I messed up bad, I know. I-I wasn't thinking. I got caught up. I'm sorry!"

"I know you're sorry Sammy." His words finally softened, "You're a teenager, and you're supposed to make mistakes. Mom and me, we get that. But it's also our job to discipline you, and help you fix those mistakes and understand why what you did was wrong."

Sam stiffened. She clutched at the fabric of her bed with her fists.

"We only finished talking to you about responsibility last weekend. But it seems that wasn't enough. I love you too much to not punish you for this."

The girl felt her heartbeat quicken.

Lucas sighed inwardly, "You are grounded for sneaking out. No phone while you are at home either. A week of coming straight home, and two weeks without going to Glee club."

Sam's head shot up when she heard the mention of her club, "But dad! I need-"

He raised his hand to stop her, "No buts, Samantha! You are not to go to glee club for two weeks. And I suggest you do not argue about that."

Sam shrunk back once more.

This next part, Lucas was not excited for. "And for your direct disobedience and putting your brother and sister's well being in danger, you're getting a spanking."

Sam's lip instantly trembled. She had figured, but hearing it made it that much worse. Her mind went on overdrive, trying to find ways to get out of such a childish and embarrassing punishment.

"Dad, please." Her blue eyes pouting and glistening at Lucas, "I-I don't need that."

Lucas stood up and sat next to her, "I'm sorry sweetheart. But your mom and I agreed on this."

"Mom's not even here!" She exclaimed in a burst of anger.

Sam's eyes widened. It had come out of her mouth before she could even think to stop it. Her father's glare told her that was the wrong move. But it was the truth.

Lucas crossed his arms across his chest, "I told you, she's with Carter."

"But why isn't she here?" Sam still pushed, "Every time you guys punish me, you're both here." Her throat caught, "M-mama, she's not, she's not here."

Lucas couldn't see the growing and beautiful teenager, at that moment, all he saw was an insecure little girl. His little girl.

"I'm sorry, I know that's selfish." She immediately added, "I'm the one that messed up. She deserves to be mad. I just-"

Lucas placed his arm around her and gently moved her head onto his chest, "That's not selfish. That's you being a kid, and wanting the security of your parents. That's normal. I'm sorry mom's not up here Sam. But I promise you tomorrow will be a new day. And, like we promised after a spanking all is forgiven."

The girl nodded into the embrace. It made her feel a little bit better, but she knew it would only feel totally okay once it came from her mother's mouth.

Eventually, Lucas broke the embrace, knowing that he needed to finish this.

"Okay, sweetheart, stand up for me, please."

Sam shook her head, despite her mind yelling at her to follow her dad's directions.

Lucas raised his eyebrow, hoping Sam wouldn't make him force her.

"Samantha, do as I say."

"Daddy-"

"Now Sam." He ordered her much more firmly.

She stood up and felt her dad maneuver her in between his legs. "Why are you here right now Sam?"

She squirmed, hating being in this position. In between her dad's legs like a toddler getting scolded. Hating that she was 16 and about to be treated like a 10 year old, and knowing that she'd react like a 10 year old as well. Hating that she brought this on herself.

"I put Riley and Carter in danger," She played with her hands and shuffled her feet, "and I-I was only thinking about myself when I disobeyed you and mama."

Lucas stayed quiet for a moment, looking at his guilt-ridden daughter. He realized something.

"You're missing one thing." He said softly.

Sam peered up at her dad. Confused.

"Mom and I didn't know where you were either sweetheart."

See, Lucas had realized that Sam could only see that he and Brooke were upset about everything she did wrong, but he wanted her to also understand that they weren't just worried about the twins, they were thinking about her too.

Sam still had a confused look on her face, "I-I was fine. Carter and Riley, they-they should've been my priority."

"And that's true, but mom and I need to know where you are sweetheart. It doesn't matter that you are 16 now, we have to know what you're up to. I want to protect you, and be there if you need me, but I can't do that if you're sneaking around. Is that clear?"

His daughter looked and sounded so tiny, "Yes daddy."

"You're going to have to rebuild that trust again sweetheart, but like I said, after this you are forgiven."

Sam could only nod as she felt her father place her over his lap. He was kind enough to not lower her shorts while standing, allowing her at least that privacy, but that wasn't the case once she was on his lap. The teenager felt her shorts be pulled down right to the bottom of her cheeks. Her polk a dotted underwear now in clear view.

"No dad!" She cried, shooting her arm back, "Please don't pull them down." She was no fool it would hurt a little less with the protection of her shorts. But Lucas's quick reflexes caught her hand.

"Don't reach back Samantha. And shorts come down for this. You know that."

Sam slunk her arm forward and braced herself. This hadn't happened in so long. Two years to be exact.

She felt her dad move some, and she tensed wondering what he was doing.

"Here Sammy." She was met with Barry, her teddy bear. She took it gratefully from her father and buried her face in him.

"Your mom and I hope that this is the last time something like this happens. You are not to disappear like that, and you are not to leave your brother and sister like that again."

Lucas was stern once again, and Sam knew it was happening right then.

The first spank made her jump, and an involuntary whimper escaped her lips. Lucas started off slow, making Sam squirm more and more, but soon a volley of quick spanks came that broke Sam's whimpers and turned them into cries.

"You do not order yourself around Samantha." Lucas scolded, "Mom and I have rules for a reason, and we expect you to follow them. We trust you to follow them."

He spanked briskly as he lectured, and Sam wiggled under his dad's hard hand.

"I'm sorry!" Sam spoke through her tears, "I'll be good!" She promised.

Whenever she thought back to her spanking in New York, she hated that her first and constant promise was to "be good." It just sounded so juvenile, but truly, in the moment, it's the only thing that comes to mind.

The girl kicked her legs and squeezed her bear tightly, "I won't do it again daddy!"

"I sure hope so." Lucas told her. Giving her a few harder ones. Her bottom was now a uniform pink, and the father could easily see that through her panties.

Sam flailed her legs, causing her shorts to fall towards her thighs. "Dad! No more!"

"You scared us Samantha." Lucas pushed through despite the pain he felt for having to inflict this sort of punishment on his baby girl, "You hung the phone up, and we had no idea where you were and where Riley and Carter were. Never again!" His voice firm, "Never again will this happen."

Sam was crying hard by now. It was a mixture of the spanking itself, the guilt, her dad's words. Just everything.

Her tears skewed her vision, and her nose began to run, "No, it won't! P-ow! OW! PROMISE!"

Her feet drummed the bed and her shorts eventually came off. He gave her five hard swats to her sit spots that really made Sam cry out and her legs scissor. That's when she truly gave up and let out a loud sob. "Sorry daddy!" She cried, "Sorry!"

Lucas finished with three particularly stinging spanks, but finally he stopped. He hadn't realized until then that he was crying too.

All he wanted now was to hold his daughter, just like he wanted to do to his two youngest ones earlier that night.

He easily maneuvered his sobbing child from laying on his lap, to cradling her, allowing Sam's bottom to stick out. Her shorts laid near the bed on the floor, but the girl didn't particularly care.

"Shhh." Lucas cooed, as Sam gripped his shirt, "It's over now. It's done."

He rubbed her back gently. She started to cough from her crying and Lucas rocked her, "Shhh, peanut. It's over now, okay? You're forgiven, sweetie. Breathe, baby. Breathe."

"It stings!" She whined and coughed some more, moving a hand to rub.

"Let me help you." He moved his own hand towards her backside and rubbed carefully, to ease the sting. "You need to breathe slowly." Lucas said in a soft tone.

"D-daddy, I-I'm sorry!"

It was clear to the father that Sam needed reassuring.

"Shhh, little one. I believe you Sammy. Mistakes happen. It's how we grow from them that matter."

He then began to rock her rhythmically and whisper sweet nothing to calm her. The teenager's cries slowly died down.

"It won't happen again daddy. I promise." Sam hiccupped into his chest, as her dad held her like a baby in his arms.

"I know princess. I love you so much. You know that? Mama and I love you to the moon and back."

"I-I l-love yo-ou too!" Sam hiccupped, not caring at all that it had just been her father who inflicted the hated punishment, and wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

Lucas had wisely grabbed tissues and put them in his pocket before going into Sam's room. He grabbed some and wiped his daughter's face gently. All the while Sam looked up at him with her reddened blue eyes, and pouting lips. She fit the image of a contrite child as she curled into her dad's lap.

"There you go. All clean." Lucas said, giving her a smile. He'd do anything to see her pained little face transform. Every child, no matter how old, deserved comfort after a spanking, and the love and reassurance of a parent, telling it it was all better now.

Sam said nothing, but basked in her father's warmth and occasionally hiccupped and sniffled as she calmed down. Her dad was doing a good job of easing the sting on her bottom, and for that she was glad.

Lucas thought back to when they last spanked Sam. She'd been clingy afterwards, and had slept the whole plane ride home switching between her mom's lap and her dad's lap.

"Do you want to sleep with mom and me tonight Sammy? It's perfectly fine if you do. "

It was also almost 1 am by now, and his cried out teenager was exhausted, as was he.

Sam's eyes flicked up to her father. Brooke was mad at her. And in her heart, Sam really couldn't blame her mother.

Although the teen thought it pretty weird how her father, the one who usually blew his lid more than Brooke, was also quicker to calm.

When Brooke lost her temper it was a more drawn out process, and it took longer to get over it. Sam thought that she probably should stay in her room. The teenager knew that if she went to her parents' room, her mom wouldn't stop her, she wouldn't kick her out or anything. Hell, her mom might even kiss her goodnight. But still, Sam didn't want to deal with any sort of tension. More than she had already caused.

"I-" Sam bit her lip, "I'll stay here."

Lucas knew her reasoning, and he didn't question it. "Okay then. Let me tuck you in champ."

Sam gingerly moved off her father and stood up. She rubbed her bottom as her father undid the covers for her.

The girl slid in, laying on her stomach, and turning her head to face the door, so she could say goodnight to her dad as he left, but she felt a huge weight off her shoulder when instead of leaving, Lucas turned off the light and walked back to slip in right next to her.

Sam really wanted that comfort, and was glad her dad was going to indulge her.

"Thank you." She whispered softly, laying her head on his chest and moving a hand back to rub some more.

"I am really sorry dad." He heard Sam say after some time.

Lucas sighed and kissed his daughter's head, "And for the millionth time. I believe you."

He felt Sam chuckle lightly at his response.

Their kid, although leagues ahead, in terms of emotional development compared to when they first started taking care of her, still let her wrongdoings overpower her mind and eat away at her with guilt.

Before, she used to fear that she'd lose her parents for messing up. That was no longer the case, but the remnants of such fear still lingered in her mind.

"Sleep Sam." He whispered, "Tomorrow's a new day." He then began to sing a soft melody that finally made her ease into slumber.

It was 2 in the morning when Lucas drearily opened his eyes to find himself in Sam's bed. His daughter's arm was around his stomach, one of her legs thrown across his own, and her head was buried into his side. Her soft snoring brought a smile to his face.

"My precious little troublemaker." He spoke almost inaudibly. Carefully, Lucas lifted Sam's arm and scooted off the bed. He patted the sheets until he found Barry and placed it in Sam's hold. The girl instinctively hugged the stuffed animal.

Lucas tiptoed out and went to his room. He was surprised when he laid down and Brooke turned over and mumbled out a "hey."

"Babe, it's 2 in the morning. Why are you still awake?"

Brooke sighed and laid on her back, looking up at the wall. "I couldn't sleep."

She felt as Lucas snuggled up to her and kissed her neck. Their night out had turned rather quickly into a rushed drive home, and an emotional rollercoaster with their kids the moment they opened the door. They didn't even get a chance to talk about their night, for God's sake!

Lucas knew why Brooke couldn't sleep. She was thinking. Thinking about her son crying in pain. Thinking about the words she'd yelled at their daughter, and probably even replaying Sam's cries as she heard her getting spanked. He certainly was.

But Lucas wanted her to, for a moment, think about herself. Think about them and their night, well the beginning of it at least.

"I loved the play." He told her.

Brooke turned to look at him, an incredulous look on her face, "Really? That's what you're gonna say right now?"

"Yes." He answered with certainty, "I loved it. I loved spending time with you. I loved watching you laugh, and gasp, and almost cry at the end."

Brooke understood what he was doing, and she appreciated it. The got impossibly closer to one another, "Did you even watch the play? Or were you too busy watching me?"

"Mmmmm. Half and half." He joked right back.

They didn't say much after that. It was late. They were tired. And so they slept.

…. … ….

It was about 6:30 am when Sam heard crying in her brother and sister's room. Her eyes opened and adjusted after a couple of blinks. She hardly woke up to them crying because her mom or dad usually woke up before she could even register it. Thinking that maybe they forgot the baby monitor down stairs, or they were just exhausted because of her shenanigans, the girl got up and hurried quietly over.

She opened the door to find Riley standing up and crying. It was slowly waking Carter up. "Hey pretty girl." She cooed, picking her up and holding her close, "Hi princess. What's going on?" By the smell of it Sam knew exactly what the girl needed.

The little girl laid her head on her sister's shoulder, "Me wan' binkie."

Sam snatched the pacifier from the crib and let the nipple graze Riley's lips the girl latched on. The teenager patted the girl's back and took her over to the changing table.

The teen hadn't known it but Brooke was just getting up to see to Riley when she heard Sam talking near the baby monitor. The woman got up and headed towards the room, stopping short as she heard her eldest.

"I'm sorry I messed up Riles." Brooke heard Sam speak softly. "Big girl you and your brother, I, I love you guys. Mom was right what I did was stupid and I was being an idiot."

Brooke took a deep breath, and came in, deciding to act like she hadn't hear anything, and no longer wanting to hear Sam beat herself up.

"M-mom." Sam stopped when she noticed her come in. She shook her head a little and pulled at the tapes of Riley's diaper, "I- I heard Riley crying."

Brooke only nodded and moved towards them. She signaled for Sam to move so she could take her place, "Go back to sleep, Sammy. I got it."

Sam wasn't sure if her mom didn't even trust her enough to help take care of her siblings anymore, or if it was supposed to be a nice gesture.

The girl felt her lip tremble, "I-I can do it." She whispered, feeling terribly uncomfortable as the tension between them was still obviously there, and sad that her mom still seemed off.

Brooke looked up at her, reading her daughter's thoughts instantly, "I know you can. I'm not saying you can't. I just want you to get more sleep." The mother's eyes moved to stare right at her daughter's, " "You had a long night. You should rest."

The girl watched her mom for a moment. But Brooke said nothing else and was focused on the diaper change. Sam frowned sadly and turned to leave. As she walked out Brooke caught sight of her daughter's still pink bottom underneath her panties. Her night shirt had ridden up when she slept, and gotten caught at the tops of her underwear.

Brooke felt a twinge of sadness as her daughter left.

Meanwhile, the teenager laid in her bed trying to go bak to sleep but her mind was not cooperating.

At least Brooke wasn't seething at her any longer, right?. She even called her Sammy and not Samantha! That was a good sign, right? Then again, the interaction was still clipped, but it was early in the morning.

STOP THINKING! She told herself.

…. … ….

After a few more hours of sleep Sam woke up still laying on her stomach, and Barry hugged tightly to her. She heard the normal commotion of her brother and sister downstairs. The girl rubbed her eyes and looked to her clock. 10:17 am. She sighed and went to grab her phone. It wasn't on her bed side table.

Oh. Right. Her dad or mom probably came in and took it. No phone for the week, freaking wonderful. At least she got to text her friends and Jack everything beforehand when her dad had her waiting upstairs.

"Sam, you awake?" She heard her dad yell up the stairs. Sam panicked as she heard him walk up. The teenager wasn't sure she was ready to deal with the aftermath of everything.

Shit. Her dad was getting closer. She quickly grabbed Berry and laid back down, closing her eyes and relaxing her body.

Lucas opened the door slowly. "Sa-" He stopped and smiled softly at the sight of his daughter laying asleep on her tummy, one of her legs bent atop the covers.

He moved back out softly and closed the door to a silent shut. Sam waited a few more seconds before opening her eyes.

The teenager spent a few minutes assessing the situation, assessing her emotions, and she realized that she still felt guilty, especially when she thought back to her mother's words, and she also felt sad, embarrassed, and upset.

The girl wanted to apologize, but really didn't want to see her mom either. Sam sighed heavily. Today was going to be a long, awkward day.

And so Sam spent the morning in her room, avoiding her parents. Well, mostly her mom.

… … ….

"Is she awake?" Brooke asked when Lucas came back down from the stairs, "Nope. Still asleep." He took a seat at the table, while Brooke fed Riley, "You know last night I think she found it hard to believe that both of us would forgive her." He started.

Brooke frowned at the comment.

"She looked at me with that face she used to give us when she would get in trouble before and beg us not to send her away."

The mother immediately turned around, a look of concern written on her face. Lucas could see that he'd finally gotten her attention. "She asked me why you weren't there. She said you were there last time we spanked her. But that you weren't there last night."

It killed Brooke to hear that. Had she really been so upset that she ended up hurting her daughter in the process?

"I didn't-" Brooke thought out loud, "I was yelling at her. I shouldn't have- I, I lost my temper. It was in the moment. I should've gone with you-"

He put a hand up, "Don't think about what should've happened Brooke. It was late. Carter was in pain. We were both angry. There was a lot of heightened emotions." He urged her, "Just talk to her."

Brooke looked at Riley smiling up at her. God, she was so wrapped up in her little one's safety that she had completely disregarded Sam's feelings.

"She got to their nursery before me this morning." Brooke said, with a deep sigh, "She was starting to change Riley's diaper and I hear her tell her that I was right, that she was acting like an idiot." Brooke felt her eyes water, "I never should've said that. I was so mad. I don't know why it just seemed-"

"Hey. Babe. Brooke." He stood up and massaged her shoulders, bending over to give her a kiss on the lips, "Just talk to her. She's probably gonna feel a little off when she wakes up so maybe give her some time. But you are her mother. She loves you more than anyone and anything, just talk to her."

Brooke looked at Lucas weepily, "I will."

… … …..

Lucas came back up to Sam's room about an hour later. Sam was still in her pajamas but she was reading a book and listening to music from her computer.

"Hey you." Lucas stepped in, and took note that her daughter was still avoiding sitting down. 'My poor baby.' He thought to himself.

Sam looked up and gave her dad a weary smile. "Morning."

"Does it still sting peanut?"

The teenager couldn't help but blush. "Just a little bit."

He rubbed her back. Luke was a child once. He understood how awkward and embarrassing it was the day after a bedtime spanking. "It hurts that I had to do that buddy. But it's over now. Remember, clean slate?"

'With you. Not mom.' Sam wanted to say, but the girl really didn't want to dwell on it anymore. She just nodded and looked back to her book.

Lucas sighed, "You haven't come down. You're not hungry?"

"I ate a granola bar and some water. I'm-um-I'm not that hungry."

The father wanted her to go downstairs, rather than stay holed up in her room, but clearly forcing her wasn't an option, "Well I know of two little people that really want to bug the heavens out of their older sister. Pay them a visit, they're currently watching Little Einsteins with their mommy." He gave her a playful wink.

Sam smiled and rolled her eyes, "Okay."

He gave her arm a squeeze and got up, leaving Sam to her thoughts once more. But Sam did end up coming down, about half an hour later. Her mother wasn't in the living room, to Sam's relief, and neither was her dad. She went to the refrigerator and grabbed a juice box. When she closed the refrigerator door she caught sight of her dad playing outside with her brother and sister. Her mom laying on the hammock laughing at the sight.

It made Sam smile too. She wondered if her mom was expecting her to be the one to talk first. Sam bit her lip. Maybe that was the right thing to do anyway. She had been the one that fucked up, so she should apologize. But she had to get the guts to go to her mom. The girl decided on playing some piano so that it could soother her mind and she could mentally prepare herself.

In actuality, Brooke was planning on going to talk to Sam in a few minutes, but she wanted to keep watching her babies play for just a little more.

The 16 year old sat at her piano. Her friend for two years now. It saw her almost every day and it knew her in a way that maybe most of her friends didn't. Her piano would always be a steady hand whenever she needed it.

She kicked her shoes off and got comfortable in her seat.

Her fingers gracefully moved onto the keys and she started to play random notes and chords, as her mind aimlessly moved through her thoughts. Eventually she decided to play one of her favorites, Love Me by Yiruma. A piece that always relaxed her. She let the notes envelope her and she closed her eyes, letting her well-practiced hands take over.

It was then that Brooke walked down. There were times when Brooke would watch her daughter play and it would taker her breath away. And today was one of those times. The mother watched the skilled teenager sway with the music. She had put on shorts, but was still in her night shirt. Her hair had been pulled into a ponytail and her feet were only in socks. But Brooke swore her daughter was the most beautiful sight. The mother went to sit on the couch. Sam was so engrossed in the piece that she hadn't noticed.

When Sam finished she lifted her hands off the keys and sighed deeply.

"You blow me away every time you play." Brooke finally spoke.

Sam jumped at her mother's voice, not knowing anyone was there. She turned around and saw Brooke sitting on the couch, looking at her, with what she realized was a softer expression than before. It was a nice change of pace.

"M-mom!" She yelped in surprise. "W-were you here the whole time?"

"Maybe around halfway through"

Sam turned her body completely to face her mother. She crossed her feet and wrung her hands together nervously, "Oh, umm, were you-were you looking for me?"

She glanced at her mom before looking back down at her hands quickly. Maybe her mom was mad because she hadn't come down for breakfast. She wasn't trying to be defiant about it! Oh no, is that what her mom thought?

"Sorry I didn't come down for breakfast. I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. I swear!"

"Hey, hey. Sam, I know you weren't. It's okay."

Relief. "Oh." Sam mumbled out, "Okay."

Brooke opted for silence, as she stared at her daughter. Wondering what she was thinking. She let out a deep breath, "Can you come sit by me Sam?"

Sam looked up and gave her mom a small nod. She shuffled over and sat on the other edge of the couch. She leaned her back on the arm rest and brought her knees up, hugging them tightly to herself, "I'm so sorry mom." Sam immediately told her, "I was selfish, and stupid. I acted like an idiot and didn't even think about Riley and Carter." Sam felt her eyes sting with tears. She groaned at her stupid emotions and hid her face in her knees for a moment, wiping at her eyes simultaneously.

Brooke moved closer to her daughter, "Sweetheart, please look at me."

Sam took in some breaths and composed herself before lifting her head.

"I know you're sorry. Your father punished you, and we forgave you. I forgive you. You don't have to apologize anymore."

She saw the relief in her daughter's eyes when she said "I forgive you" and it pained her to know that Sam thought otherwise. But then again, she hadn't made any efforts to make it seem otherwise.

"Oh honey," She pushed some of Sam's hair back and kissed her daughter's forehead, "I was so upset yesterday. I lost my temper and yelled at you, saying things in a really mean way."

"I deserved-"

"No." Brooke was stern, "You deserved to be scolded. You deserved to be spanked. Yes, all of that yes. But you did not deserve me screaming at you the way I did."

Sam bit her lip,"Okay."

The fashion designer quirked her head and watched her daughter. She was thinking deeply.

"What is it sweetheart?" She asked Sam.

Sam shook her head, not wanting to say.

"Sam, please tell me. I want us to get it all out there."

The girl weighed her options and finally chose to speak, "Mom, you-you weren't there." Sam mumbled out in a whisper.

"What?" Brooke asked, having not heard her quite clearly.

Sam ventured to speak a little louder, "You weren't there." She said again a bit embarrassed to admit, "When daddy, you know, punished me. I thought you were gonna be there, like you always are, but you weren't. Did you really not wanna see me? I-I just, did I mess up that bad?" I wanted you there mama." Sam sniffled a bit, "I wanted you to hold me afterwards."

Brooke couldn't help but feel her own eyes water. "Baby." God, how was she going to explain this?

"I guess I'm worried that if I did mess up that much then you really haven't forgiven me, you know? I" Sam kept going, "I don't want you to lie to me to make me feel better. If you're still mad at me, that's okay. Daddy said once I'm spanked I'm forgiven, but if you're still mad, I, I understand. I hurt Carter. That was a horrible thing to do."

"You really fucked this up." Brooke immediately thought.

The mother shook her head, "No, sweetie, please listen to me, okay? I-I was really angry yesterday. I heard Carter crying for me the moment I came in and it just, that hit me really hard. I wasn't thinking about your feelings, our relationship, nothing. In my mind I could only hear Carter crying for me. What I did was selfish too. And I'm so sorry that for a moment I stopped thinking as me being Sam's mom. I was afraid that if I went up there I'd still yell at you, but as your mom I should've been able to focus on you, and control myself. Baby girl, I'm so sorry I failed you like that."

Sam saw the silent tears that fell down her mom's cheeks. She hugged her legs a little tighter, "It's okay." She whispered.

"No. It's not okay." Brooke told her, "And I'll try my hardest to make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm not mad at you baby. I promise. I had a lot of time to calm down. You made a mistake, and it was pretty dumb, yes, but I know that you are a wonderful big sister who loves your brother and sister with all her heart."

Sam gave her mom a small smile.

Brooke opened her arms, "Come here baby, I wasn't there to hold you yesterday, maybe I can make it up to you right now."

The girl let her legs drop from her chest and she moved towards her mom who immediately hugged her tightly, "My sweet girl."

"I promise I won't act that dumb again." Sam nuzzled her head into her mom's chest.

"Let's hope not." Brooke told her, gently rubbing her daughter's back. They stayed like that for a bit. Sam loving the warmth of her mother, and the benefit of no distractions. It was just them.

"So can I see it?"

Sam lifted her head from her mom's lap and looked at her confused. Her mom had spent the last five minutes lulling her by playing with her hair as she hummed a soft tune. The question was out of the blue and she had no idea what Brooke even meant.

"See what?" She sat up.

"Your dad told me all about what happened. You did it all because of a performance at the party, right? I'd like to see it." Brooke explained.

Sam wasn't sure what tricks her mom had up her sleeve. "Are you being serious?"

Brooke chuckled, "Yes. I'd like to know that the performance was at least good. You did have to go through all that trouble after all."

"Mom, I don't know if you-"

Brooke rose her eyebrow. Sam's eyes darted down, "Fine, but I was dressed for the performance, okay? Don't get mad at what I'm wearing."

The mother smiled, "Okay." She really was interested in seeing this. She rarely got to see her daughter perform. And the times she has it was usually Sam playing the piano or singing. There was always some minimal dancing, but nothing too intense.

Sam grabbed her mom's phone which was on the center table and went to Facebook. She clicked on her profile where she'd been tagged in the video.

"So you all did this to get back at the dance team?"

Sam smiled, "To show them that we could beat them at their own game."

"I see you do have some of bitchy Brooke Davis in you."

"Mommm." Sam groaned.

She snuggled into her mom's side and placed the phone where they could both see. "200 likes, y'all are quite popular." Brooke teased. The girl pressed play and let the video begin.

Brooke could see why Sam started with her disclaimer about her dress. She realized that Sam had been wearing Jack's coat when she got home last night, and so her midriff shirt, as well as the tightness of her pants was hidden. But to be honest, it wasn't even that bad.

Brooke was a little taken aback by the performance. Pose, was a rather intense song to start off with. The moves were sensual and aggressive at the same time. And to top it off Sam was actually quite good! It seemed her daughter did get some of her agility and flexibility.

When the dance ended Brooke gave her daughter an awe struck look, "Sammy."

"I don't normally dance, only when they want me too."

Broke put an arm around her shoulder, "Well, you're good at it!"

Sam's eyes lit up, "You think so?"

The mother kissed the top of her head, "Yes. 1000%. I wish this was done under the right circumstances so I could shower you with all the praise." Brooke joked, but it still made Sam blush.

"You were great though peanut."

"Thanks mama."

Brooke kissed her daughter's cheek, and let Sam settle back into her. She smiled, 'there's my clingy child.' she thought to herself.

"You know Sam you should probably untag yourself." The mother added after a few moments.

"Why?"

"Because dad is not gonna be happy with the way you're dressed."

Sam rolled her eyes and groaned, "But I'm 16 now! I think I can show off some of my stomach."

Brooke laughed, "Sweetheart, trust me, your father doesn't care how old you are."

"Well, did you think it was too much?"

The mother squeezed Sam close to her, "I think you looked really edgy. And as long as it stays an occasional occurrence, I don't see a problem with it."

Sam chuckled, "Cool. I'll tell dad that when he freaks out and sees the video."

Brooke laughed right back. She knew Lucas would not appreciate that. "Traitor!" She accused Sam. But having her 16 year old in her arms and joking was a perfect and wonderful feeling.

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