Lucas quietly crawls over the bed toward to his sleeping wife and kisses her awake, even though it's 3am in the morning.

"Mmmm" Peyton moans rolling over to look at Lucas. Slowly she opens her eyes, willing herself up from slumber to see what her husband wants.

"Do you know what time it is?!" Peyton questions.

"Oh some ungodly hour of the morning. It's finished Peyton… my novel… I've finished it!" Lucas replies with a grin on his face. He reaches out behind him and hands Peyton the hard copy of his manuscript.

"Oh my god!" Peyton exclaims, now wide awake. "Lucas that's fantastic! Can I read it now?!"

"I want you to be the first" Lucas replies. Exhausted, he then falls onto the bed and snuggles up to Peyton, who is now too excited to think of sleep and opens up Lucas' novel simply entitled "One in a Million" to the first page. She then sees the dedication:

To my mother who has always been my guiding light.

To my uncle Keith, who was the inspiration for this novel,

And to the two beautiful women in my life Peyton and Sawyer.

Without you life will never be the same.

With tears in her eyes, she smiles down at the husband she adores, only to find him now sound asleep after his countless late nights and hard days work coaching the Ravens. She gently kisses him on his forehead and then snuggles deeper under the covers to read the book she has waited over a year to read.

"Mum….." Sawyer whispers.

"Mum…. it's morning! Wake up!"

Her mother is sound asleep with the manuscript open on her chest to the last page. Wondering why her mother is ignoring her, Sawyer quickly steps out of the room to find her father.

"Daddy… is mama still alive?!" Sawyer asks confused.

"What?! Oh, honey, she's just sleepy. Daddy gave her a bit of night time reading last night, so she's needing to sleep in a bit this morning" Lucas tries to explain.

"So is she sick?!" Sawyer asks still confused. Her mother never sleeps in, and is always up quick as anything as soon as she hears her daughter call.

"No sweetie, not sick, just tired."

"Oh… ok" Sawyer accepts, realising she's not going to get any more information from her father. Leaving him in the kitchen, Sawyer decides to head back to her parents' room and snuggles under the covers curled up next to her mothers sleeping body.

A few moments later, Lucas' sees this picture standing in the doorway to their room. Quietly, he comes across to the bed to rouse his sleeping wife once more. Slowly Peyton begins to stir.

'Morning sleepy head" Lucas whispers kissing her once more.

"Good morning!" Peyton begins breaking into a smile. With a slightly confused look, she looks down to see the manuscript on her chest. Remembering the story she read the night before she quickly turns to her husband, with her eyes sparkling like the night sky.

"Lucas… the book is amazing… you're amazing!" Peyton exclaimed.

"It's everything a book should be. Romance, drama, action… It was wonderful"

"Really?!" Lucas asks… there is after all only one review he really does care about.

"Really!" Peyton confirms. "I am SO proud of you Lucas Scott! My man's a famous author"

"Not yet. With one book a success and one a flop, that doesn't exactly give you good odd's does it?!" Lucas reminds.

"Ah, but I can see into the future and I know that there's another great book coming along!" Peyton says slyly.

Their moment was interrupted by the phone ringing. Lucas quickly dashes out to answer it, while Peyton turns her attention to her daughter who has now fallen once more to slumber.

"Hey you" Peyton whispers, kissing her daughters forehead. "Did you try and wake me!?"

"Mmm hmm" Sawyer replies now groggy from sleep. It takes her a few moments to re-orientate herself.

"Mama you were sleeping!" Sawyer exclaims.

"Sure was. Blame that on your daddy! Fancy handing me a novel to read at 3am in the morning!" Peyton tells her daughter making a funny face which causes Sawyer to giggle.

"So… you think we should get up and have some breakfast!"

"Yup! Pancakes!" Sawyer responds jumping up from the bed and heading to the kitchen, almost knocking out her father who was returning from the phone call.

Still cradling the phone, Lucas turns his attention back to Peyton.

'So… looks like we'll be having some visitors soon!" Lucas begins.

"Visitors?! Who do we know that are going to come and visit?!"

"My mother, Andy and Lily… They're stopping by for a while. Apparently they want to catch up with us and see their granddaughter." Lucas says half smiling.

"Hello?! Anybody home?!" Lucas calls as he enters the front door of his home. Usually he is greeted by a stampede of two year old legs, but today, there is silence. He then sees Peyton's head poke out from their room, dressed in raggedy old clothes, with a duster in one hand and a bunch of junk in the other. Spotting her husband, she rushes over to him panicked, with a half crazy look to her eyes. Lucas holds back a coy grin and his laughter.

"Lucas Eugine Scott. You better take that daughter of yours FAR away from this house. Take her… now… or so help me she will be murdered before she hits three!" Peyton exclaims grabbing her husbands arms.

Lucas once more is trying not to laugh knowing this will only fuel his wife on more. "What on earth has she done?!" he asks.

Peyton throws her hands up in exasperation. "What hasn't she done?! Here I am trying to clean this house before your mother comes home tomorrow. To HER house. I don't want her to think that I have totally trashed the place! What would she think of me… she'd probably worry and whip you away saying that you married the wrong girl."

Lucas can't help it. A smile cracks on his face.

"So your daughter decides to be helpful and try to help her mother with the cleaning of the house. Only every time I put something away, she pulls something out for 'when nanny Karen gets here'. I try to make things tidy, and she grabs everything out again. So far we've had clogged bathrooms, books strewn all over the floor, crayon marks where she's tried to help me 'paint the messy spots' and a heap of other things! So please, Lucas, for the peace of my mind! Take her out for a few hours so I can clean the house!"

Lucas' shoulders are shuddering now from his attempts at holding his laughter in.

"were the drawings good?! Can you see if she's inherited her mother's art ability?!"

Lucas chokes out trying to keep a straight face.

Peyton pauses for a minute, deciding whether she should be angry or not. A grin begins to crack at the lines and before they know it they are both laughing out loud.

After a few moments, Peyton pleads again. "Please Lucas… for the sake of my sanity… take your daughter for a couple of hours, or I will live in dread of the hour your mother arrives!"

Quickly planting a kiss on Peyton's forehead, Lucas then enters the house in search of his daughter… the house after-all is unusually quiet…

"So Pretty girl. What's say you and I go and shoot some hoops down at the River court?!" Lucas asks his daughter while putting on her coat and shoes.

This is Sawyer's favourite game to play with her dad. It usually consists of her sitting high upon his shoulders, her holding a ball and him lifting her up so that she can shoot or slam dunk the ball into the hoop. It usually ends with fits of laughter from the both of them, as Sawyer clumsily tries to dribble the ball, which ends up with her father picking her up for a goal when she least expects it.

"Bye Mama!" Sawyer hollers before they quickly exit the front door.

As it's beginning to get dark outside, Sawyer and Lucas return all flushed from their late afternoon romp at the river court. They arrive home to see Peyton flaked out on the couch, with a dishcloth in her hands. Quietly, Lucas and Sawyer sneak in, Lucas giving his daughter the signals to remain very quiet.

"Let's let Mama sleep. How about we cook her some dinner tonight?!"

Sawyer nods her head in agreement.

Peyton, exhausted, sleeps on as Lucas and Sawyer, quietly and efficiently create a dinner masterpiece for when Peyton wakes. Leaving the food baking in the oven, Lucas bathes Sawyer ready for bed and changes himself into a nice dinner suit. Quietly he then creeps over to his wife to wake her from her slumber.

"My lady, your dinner awaits" he proclaims.

Disorientated, Peyton glances at her watch "Oh my god! Is that the time! I finished cleaning and thought I would sit down for a bit! Oh I was going to have dinner ready for you and everything!" Peyton exclaims.

"Never fear my dear. Your daughter and I rose to occasion and decided to make YOU a masterpiece instead" Lucas proclaims, leading his wife to the furnished table, groaning under the weight of their dinner spread.

"You guys cooked me dinner?!" Peyton asks in a quiet voice.

"We? Oh no… Sawyer cooked it all didn't you?! I merely supervised!"

Sawyer, thoroughly enjoying the game nodded her head vigorously.

Peyton leaned over and gave her daughter a big kiss. "Thank you! Such a lovely surprise!"

"Right-O miss! Time for bed!" Peyton said as they were all lazing in the living room watching TV. Slowly getting up from the couch, Peyton prepares her daughter for bed. A few moments later, Lucas' creeps into the room and selects a book for them all to read. Peyton and Sawyer return from the bathroom.

"Quickly, into bed!" Sawyer says. She gently tucks the bed sheets around her daughter, as Lucas places the book in front of his daughter on the other side. Then, the three of them together, settle down to read before bedtime for their little girl.

Lucas and Peyton smile to each other. Peyton quietly whispers to him "Ok, fine, I take it all back…. It was a great day…"