The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours.

Brooke opened her eyes to find herself alone in bed. She sighed reached out pulling the now cold covers from the other side of the bed over her body. She closed her eyes and tried to get back to sleep. It was no use. She'd become accustomed to the lack of sleep. She rolled out of bed, throwing on one of Peyton's old sweat shirts, breathing in that familiar smell. She walked out of the bedroom and made her way down the corridor of the large house she had recently bought. She knew where she'd find Peyton.

She opened the door to the newly decorated nursery, and it was no surprise to see Peyton sitting on the floor, legs crossed, next to crib, with one of her hands through the bars gently stroking the baby that slept there. Around her were pencils and of course the sketch pad. Brooke couldn't help but smile from the doorway. It had shocked her the first time she woken to an empty bed, and then room. The sheets had been cold, and she had no idea what had happened, somewhat used to waking to find Peyton lying next to her or sitting on the floor sketching her. It was their first night in the new house. They'd eventually agreed that they couldn't stay in Peyton's apartment much longer. It was too crowded. The three of them sharing one room so Brooke had bought a house, and somehow, convinced Peyton to move. Brooke had found Peyton in the nursery, drawing her daughter. Their daughter: Katie Sawyer Davis

"Hey" Peyton said. Brooke noticed how she removed her hand from the crib as she turned to her with a sheepish look on her face. "I thought I heard her crying."

"You should have woke me." Brooke smiled as she walked over resting her hands on Peyton's shoulder as she watched their daughter. She loved how Peyton would act as if she'd just happened to be in the room. Brooke knew the truth though. One of Peyton's biggest problems with moving, was the fact Katie would have her own room.

"I was already up. It's no problem." Peyton said moving to tidy up her drawings.

"Uh-huh.." Brooke smirked. "You know I kind of miss the attention."

"What?" Peyton got to her feet and went to tidy away some of Katie's things. Brooke knew she was just trying to hide away from the fact she was in love with their little girl. Peyton had been reluctant at first when Brooke brought it up properly. Brooke wanted a baby. She wanted to be a Mom and wanted to share that with Peyton. It seemed like the next step in their relationship to her. They'd been married almost a year. But Peyton wasn't sure. She was afraid she'd become her own mother somehow. Brooke had convinced her it would be okay and that she could be as involved as she wanted to be. They'd gone to all sorts of appointment with doctors. Brooke buzzing with excitement; Peyton shaking in trepidation.

"I miss the attention." Brooke said, wrapping her arms around Peyton, and softly kissing her shoulder. "You never draw me anymore."

"Brooke, we have a baby. It's a little time consuming." Peyton said, still going through Katie's clothes.

"I guess. But I can still want some attention." Brooke began making her way up from Peyton's shoulder, placing kisses along her neck. She heard a soft moan escape Peyton's lips, and was about to turn her around to face her, when the crib erupted. Peyton immediately jumped into Mommy mode as Brooke and Haley had dubbed it. From the moment Katie had been born, Peyton had been like a bear protecting her cubs. She watched all the nurses at the hospital whenever they were near Katie. Then they'd got home and Peyton had baby proofed the apartment. All their friends were treated as the nurses had been before them: incapable. And Brooke absolutely loved it. She watched leaning against the chest of draws as Peyton soothed Katie in her arms. She finally stopped crying and Peyton rested her back into the crib. Brooke wasn't sure how but every time she saw them together Brooke fell more in love. "I love you, you know that."

"I love you too." Peyton picked up her sketch pad, and handed it to Brooke after flicking through a few pages. "I still draw you. I just do you first."

Brooke didn't have time to respond as Peyton leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips before pulling away smiling.

"I'm going to get dressed."

"That is so not fair." Brooke said pulling Peyton back towards her. Only for Katie to start crying again.

"I do believe that's your cue. Mama Davis." Peyton said, turning to walk out of the room

"You are so unfair, Papa Sawyer." Brooke laughed smacking Peyton on the ass, before tending to her daughter. "What are we going to do with her Katie?"

Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone. And do not trouble about the future for it is yet to come. Live in the present and make it so beautiful, that it will be worth remembering.

Katie slowly made her way down the corridor to her Mom's room. It was dark and there was a noise coming from outside her bedroom. She climbed into their bed and snuggled up to her Mom, who wrapped her arms around her.

"Baby girl, you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a bad dream. Can I stay here?" She knew she was too big for this. She was four years old. She had told her cousin Jamie she was big and he had laughed. She really didn't want to have to ask but she was scared.

"Sure." Her Mom threw the covers over her, trying to warm her up.

"Where's Peyton?" She'd noticed that Peyton wasn't here as soon as she'd entered.

"At work, she'll be home soon." Katie could remember something about Peyton having to work. She couldn't remember a time when Peyton had ever been this late home before. Peyton was always there.

"You're sure? I can't sleep with out her." Katie said burying herself into her Mom's embrace. "Could you not tell Jamie about this? He already thinks I'm a baby."

"Sure. You know when Jamie was lit- your age, he used to sleep in with Aunt Haley."

"He did!"

"Yeah. Especially when Uncle Nathan had to go away for basketball and stuff."

"Really?

"All the time. In fact they used to wait up for him"

"Could we wait up for Peyton?" Katie asked after a few minutes.

"Of course." Katie couldn't hide her delight as they headed downstairs. Her Mom got them two blankets and they snuggled up on the couch together and watched some television. By the time Peyton arrived home, her Mom was fast asleep.

"Peyton!" Katie jumped off the chair and ran to her, hugging her around the legs. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Peyton said lifting her up into her arms, and giving her a kiss on the cheeks.

"I don't wants you to work late no more." Katie said out of nowhere.

"I don't want to work late either, kiddo."

"Then don't."

"I'm afraid I have to. But I was thinking about you the whole time."

"Really?"

"Really. I even got you a present."

"How did you get me a present? All the stores are shut" Katie said matter of factly.

"Well Miss Smarty Pants, I got you a t shirt from work."

"That doesn't count." Katie said folding her arms like she'd seen her Mom do when she was cross.

"So you don't want it?"

"No. I do." She smiled unable to stay cross with Peyton. She could never stay cross at her best friend for long.

"Okay then. I guess I could give it to you." Katie watched as Peyton pulled out a black t shirt.

"Whose is it?"

"It's The Honorary Title."

"Cool." Katie immediately put it on over her pajama top. "Can I wear it to Uncle Lucas's tomorrow?"

"You sure can." Peyton said, taking off her jacket. Katie noticed she wore the same t shirt.

"Good. Mom was saying she wanted me to wear the dress Aunt Lindsay got me but I hate it."

"Don't say hate baby." Peyton headed to the kitchen, and Katie followed, sitting up on the counter, as Peyton poured them each a glass of juice.

"Okay. I don't like it. It makes me look silly." Katie corrected herself before drinking her juice.

"Good girl. Don't worry I'll sort the dress."

"Are you going to wear your t shirt tomorrow?" Katie asked, she loved when her and Peyton looked the same. Everyone said she looked like her Mom but she wanted to be just like Peyton.

"No baby. I wore this all night. Plus one of us has to wear what your Mama wants."

"Why didn't you save it?" Katie asked. "We could have matched."

"I had to wear it for work." Katie took a spoon from the draw underneath her.

"Why?"

"The Honorary Title were playing at Tric." Peyton said reaching for the cereal.

"And you didn't bring me?" Katie groaned as Peyton got the milk

"Honey, you had to mind your Mom." While her back was turned Katie stood up on the counter and reached for a bowl. She sat down quickly, leaving it on the side. She wasn't supposed to walk on the counters

"But she's big. She doesn't need minding."

"Okay, well next time I'll bring you okay. We can get Uncle Lucas to mind her." Peyton said pouring her cereal into the bowl.

"But she's big. She doesn't need baby sitting." Katie repeated.

"We'll see." Peyton laughed, as Katie tried to stifle a yawn. "Now I think you need to go to bed. You shouldn't be up this late."

"We were waiting for you."

"But you should be in bed. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"I couldn't sleep and I had a nightmare when I did. So Mom said I could wait for you." Katie explained.

"Well I'm here now. So why don't I get you up to bed?"

"But I want to stay up with you. I'm not tired." Katie yawned.

"Well I'm exhausted." Peyton yawned stretching out her arms, but Katie wasn't fooled.

"Then why'd you just make cereal." She watched as Peyton tried to think up a reason.

"For breakfast."

"Breakfast isn't now." Katie said.

"I know but now I'm prepared for later." Katie watched as Peyton put it in the microwave. "See. Ready for later."

"But then your cheerio's will be all soggy."

"I like em that way. Now come on Smarty Pants" Peyton said lifting her off the counter. Katie didn't fight as Peyton carried her upstairs, and settled her into bed.

"Peyton could you stay for a while."

"I'd love to. Your Mom kind of snores." Peyton laughed as she climbed into bed. Katie wrapped her arms around her and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Peyton was sure Katie was fast asleep, she slowly untangled herself from her. Katie had a way of sleeping which involved tangling her legs up in Peyton's. She placed a loving kiss on the little girls forehead and got out of the bed. She heard a little snore escape Katie's lips. Just like her mom, Peyton thought as she left the room. She went downstairs and took out her cereal from the microwave. It had gone soggy just like Katie had said. She threw it in the bin and went to the living room where Brooke was still sleeping. She covered her with the blankets that must have been thrown off when Katie got up.

Then she got up and lifted Brooke into her arms bridal style. She was tempted to whisper that she was getting heavy but thought better of that idea and took her upstairs in silence. When she reached the bed she lay Brooke into it and covered her with the duvet before tucking a stray hair behind Brooke's ear and kissing her gently on the forehead.

"I love you B Davis." Peyton whispered. It didn't wake Brooke though and Peyton changed into her pajamas before grabbing her sketch pad, and sitting down onto the floor next to the bed.

Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.

Okay guys that's it. Although I can so feel a few one shots. I hope you enjoyed the story. Sorry it took so long. Would you believe I lost the usb device i ad this stored on. Absolutly gutted. This is the rewrite. I hope it was good. I was so unsure what to call their daughter seeing as Anna wasn't Peyton's Mom in this and I could hardly call the kid Victoria!! One Victoria Davis is bad enough. LOL!! I called her Katie, thats what Peytons doll was called when she was little.I can't belive this is over. Loved this story. There's a leyton story up at the moment called How To Save A Life. Check it out. Hope you enjoyed please tell me what you think. Even if you've just read straight through.