Wow, guys. Thanks for all the great reviews. I'm glad you're all liking my story. This chapter is more Brook/Peyton/Sawyer adjusting to life in Tree Hill.

"Hey Momma, wake up."

"Huh?" Peyton opened her eyes to find her four year old sitting on her and looking directly into her eyes. Blue to green. Sometimes she really hated Lucas for giving her daughter his eyes. "Baby, what time is it?" she asked Sawyer groggily.

"Erm... like 5:30." She said.

"What? Sawyer!!!" Peyton moaned and rolled over, trying to get away from her devil child waking her up at ridiculous times.

"But, momma" Sawyer whined, putting on a perfect pout. "Aunt Brooke said we were decorating today."

"Did she?"

"Yes, but we need your help, cause Aunt Brooke is helpless with a paintbrush." Sawyer recited the lines Brooke had told her to say to get Peyton to agree to help.

"Did Brooke tell you to say that?" Peyton smiled at her daughter.

"No." Sawyer spoke too quickly, and Peyton knew she was lying.

"Right get off me." Peyton said.

"Why?"

"So I can get up you goon." Peyton laughed as realisation hit her daughter.

"You're gonna help?" Sawyer's face lit up and she looked just adorable, blonde hair practically jumping as waves of excitement were emitted from her.

"Yeah."

"Yay! I'll get Aunt Brooke!" The small child leaped up and ran from the room, curls bouncing energetically.

*

"Your coaching skills are getting better B. Davis." Peyton smiled at her friend.

"Why, I of course have absolutely no idea what you are talking about P. Sawyer." Her reply was light-hearted and she chuckled happily.

"Oh, I just meant how easily you can teach my daughter to recite lines. It was something like 'Aunt Brooke's helpless with a paintbrush.' Sound familiar?" She grinned at the brunette.

"She said that?" she asked with mock hurt. "Now that just makes me sad." She sent a wink towards the little girl painting on the walls and Sawyer giggled.

"Yeah, sorry Aunt Brooke, but you know it's true." Sawyer said returning to her painting. Tongue sticking out through her concentration.

"Oh! You're gonna regret that!" Brooke picked up a paint brush and swung it, directing the paint at the little girl. Her aim was perfect and Sawyer was covered in yellow coloured paint.

"Aunt Brooke! You got me; I'll get you back for that!" She cried, returning the favour.

The battle lasted a for about 30 seconds before Peyton had enough.

"Come on guys, you're supposed to be painting the walls, not each other!" She said inbetween laughs.

"Oh, yeah sorry. We forgot." Brooke said. She leaned down to whisper in Sawyer's ear and a devilish glint appeared in both of their eyes as they slowly turned to look at Peyton.

"Oh, no. Don't you dare!" Peyton saw easily what they were planning. She turned to run, but it was too late. They got her. They all burst out laughing

"Hey, momma?"

"What hunny?" Peyton asked sweetly.

"You got some paint on you" She said nonchalantly returning to her painting as the two elder woman burst into more fits of giggles.

*

After 2 hours they had finished painting Sawyer's room, sunshine yellow. And by the end of the day her room was fully decorated and furnished.

"One down only god knows how many left." Peyton said wiping her hand across her forehead. "I can't believe we got up at like 6 and it took us err... 13 hours to finish it."

"Is it 7 already? God. Time for someone to go to bed." Brooke said looking pointedly at Sawyer.

"Do I have to Aunt Brooke? Momma?" Sawyer said pouting for the second time that day.

"Hmmm... let me think about it." Peyton feigned thought "Yes."

"Awww, ok." She went to her dresser and got her pyjamas out. Once she was changed she slipped into her bed. "Night momma, night Aunt Brooke."

"Night baby girl." Peyton said placing a massive kiss on her cheek.

"Night, mini-me." Brooke gave Sawyer an equally large kiss.

They left her room, leaving the small child to get her much deserved sleep.

*

"So, how you doing P. Sawyer?" Brooke asked her best friend with concern about half an hour later.

They were sitting in the front room, curled up on couches, each with a glass of red wine.

"Umm... get back to you in the morning." Peyton replied casually.

"Are you still shook up from the whole... Lucas incident?" Brooke asked carefully, trying to find the right words to describe what she meant.

"If by 'Lucas incident' you mean him screaming at me in front of my friends and daughter, then yes I am. He was scary." She admitted.

"I know." The brunette agreed with the blonde. "I've never seen him so, so... angry. He was throwing things and everything, while you just sort of sat there in a daze." She paused wondering how to ask her next question. "Did he hurt you Peyt?" her voice was quiet.

"Physically? No. Emotionally? Yes. But any way, I have a question to ask you."

"Ok, is it 'how are you so gorgeous?' cause I really can't help that." She smirked

Peyton laughed out loud. "No. Not exactly."

"Ok then, shoot."

"You spent some time with Lindsay, right?" all signs of humour were completely gone from Peyton's face.

"Yeah, I did..." Brooke said slowly. "Why?"

"Well... umm. What do you think of her? Do you like her? Is she nice? I mean, she was rude to me, but I kind of deserved that. But do you think she's good for Luke? Do you think she makes him happy? What do you think Nathan and Haley think about her? What was she like with-?"

Brooke cut off her way-too-fast questions. "Woah. Too many questions. First of all, I think she's like a bitch. Secondly I don't like her. I don't think she's good for Luke. I think she makes him superficially happy, but really he's not he just thinks he is. Nathan doesn't like her at all – he told me that, I think they got into an argument once, but I don't know why. Haley seems to be friends with her, but told her she was wrong last night to go off on you, but Haley said Lindsay can be... mean sometimes. Brooke rattled off, answering all the questions she heard. "Answer all your questions?"

"Not all of them, but some. Thanks Brookie." Peyton sighed. "Umm... do you know what I just remembered?"

"What?" Brooke was confused. What did they forget?

"We said we'd go see Haley and Nathan today. And Skills and Mouth."

"Oh that, don't worry. I told them Sawyer really wanted to get her room done and that we'd go and see them tomorrow."

"Oh, right. That's ok then."

"Yeah, anyway I'm going to bed now."

"Yeah me too. I'll just wash the glasses."

"Ok," Brooke gave her friend a hug, and then went upstairs to her room.

Peyton was just about to pick up the glasses when there was a knock at the door. She went to answer it.

"Oh, err... Lindsay, right?" she made it a question, even though she knew exactly who it was.

"Don't play games with me. You know who I am Peyton" she replied scathingly.

Peyton was a little taken aback with the meanness in her voice, "Do you want to come in?" Peyton asked politely.

"No, I don't. I'm just here to tell and your little bastard daughter and stay the hell away from Lucas. He doesn't need some helpless little slut claiming he's the father of her child and trying to ruin his life. I know what you're doing. You're trying to get him back. Well guess what hunny, he's mine he doesn't love you, he never did. Sure, he may have written a book about you, but he never truly loved you, like he does me. So stay away from him or I'll make your life hell. Do you understand?" she waited for Peyton to nod faintly and then turned around and walked off.

Forgetting about the glasses, Peyton went up to her room. Curled up in a ball on her bed and cried. Thinking about what Lindsay had just said to her.

So, I'm not so sure about what you guys are thinking about Lindsay, or what I should do with her. Make her a pain in the arse? Make her nicer? Get rid of her? Click that little green button and let me know what you think. xxx