Chapter 2

Davis took his rightful seat at the Scott's large dining room table, in-between his mother and Uncle Lucas. He had always looked up to Lucas Scott, he had a way with words that Davis could only dream to have. Davis was an aspiring writer and had read "An Unkindness of Ravens" and "The Comet" more times than he could count. He dreamt that one day he would write a book half as good as the story of his aunt and uncle's love. Although part of it included his uncle's first love for Davis's mother, he quickly learned to block those parts out. He looked around the table at his surrounding family. Although he wasn't directly related to, well, anyone here besides his parents and brother, Davis felt most at home when surrounded his mom's best friends and their families. Especially because that meant he could see Lydia.

Lydia was waiting in her bedroom for Jude to get out of the shower. The rest of the family was arriving downstairs; she could hear the excited greetings from upstairs. She walked down the hallway and glanced down the stairs, where her Aunt Quinn and Uncle Clay were arriving with their son, Logan, in tow. They exchanged hugs with the rest of the adults and Logan joined Jamie on the couch. The two of them were best friends. Lydia walked back towards her room, stopping at a framed picture in the hallway. It was of her and the Baker boys on their first day of preschool. The boys were both pressing kisses on each of her cheeks and she smiled widely. Surprisingly, only one of the boys had his arms wrapped around Lydia. And that boy was not Jude. Davis had his arms around Lydia's waist and Jude had his arms out to either side, obviously annoyed that his mother made him take the picture. Lydia remembered that day like it was yesterday and smiled at the thought of it. The Baker boys had been there her whole life and she couldn't imagine life without them, both of them. She and Jude were her own version of her mom and dad, the most epic love story Tree Hill had ever seen. And she even had her own Lucas Scott as her best friend, in the form of Davis Baker. Lydia couldn't be happier having both of them in her life.

"You were always cute," Jude snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso and kissed her cheek. "I think you got cuter with age."

"Oh shut up, you dork." Lydia said, pushing at Jude's face. The two headed downstairs and were the last to sit down at the giant table. Lydia sat down next to her cousin, Sawyer, with Jude sitting next to her. "Hey cuz, I haven't seen you in a few days."

"Uh yeah, I've been swamped at the studio with Mom." Sawyer said. "Don't act like you haven't been busy with Jude."

"Well I'll always make time for you, S Scott." Lydia winked, making her cousin smile. Although the two were two years apart, they were very close friends. They were on the cheer team together, just like their mothers and Brooke had been in high school. Sawyer was more a dark and mysterious girl, much like Peyton had been in high school. "The first game's Friday night, I was thinking after game party at Tric. You clear it with your mom and I'll get the word out?"

"Sounds like a plan, L Scott." Sawyer smiled at her cousin. Lydia's Aunt Quinn and Uncle Clay walked in the dining room, taking their seats next to Haley and Nathan. Their son, Logan, entered the room next with Jamie. His very light brown hair stood up in the front and his leather jacket hung on the back of his chair. He was going to college near Tree Hill and had just started working at Tric as a bartender. Sawyer's glance caught his eye and he smiled at her slightly, just enough for no one else to catch it. She smiled back, slightly embarrassed, and looked away to talk to Lydia.

"Were you just making eyes at my cousin?" Lydia muttered quietly to Sawyer as the clan all started to eat.

"What? Huh, no, no way." Sawyer stammered, taking a bite of the chicken on her plate.

"Well good because that's a little weird, don't ya think," Lydia giggled, nudging Sawyer's side.

"So, are you ready for the first game on Friday, Jude?" Nathan asked his daughter's girlfriend.

"I'm ready to break that scoring record, hell yeah!" Jude grinned, winking over at Jamie.

"Jude, watch your mouth!" Brooke scolded her son.

"Ha high hopes you have kid, good luck with that!" Jamie laughed, pointing his fork across the table at his sister's boyfriend. "You'll have to break my dad's record before even touching mine."

"I can do it, don't you think Lyd?" Jude asked his girlfriend with a bashful smile, stretching his arm around the back of her chair. Davis rolled his eyes at his brother from across the table, making Lydia stifle a laugh.

"I don't know babe, my family line has set some pretty high expectations to live up to." Lydia said, smiling over at her proud father, uncle, and brother.

"Yeah and all our family line is known for at Tree Hill High is our mom's boobs." Davis said, making the whole table laugh.

"Davis, that's not appropriate." Julian said sternly, although it was obvious he was trying to not laugh. "Your mother started a huge clothing line in high school."

"And she was class president!" Peyton pointed out, smiling at her best friend sitting next to her. "I got you, B Davis Baker."

"I do appreciate it but my lovely son is right," Brooke said. "I think you can do it, Jude. After all, you have the two most beautiful cheerleaders supporting you on the sidelines."

"Yeah but it won't mean a thing if the team can't remember the basic cheers." Sawyer sighed. She wasn't totally into the whole cheerleading thing but she knew her mom did it with her best friends in high school and Lydia loved it so it gave them time to spend together.

"They'll learn them, I mean, if Haley can be a cheerleader, anyone can." Quinn chuckled.

"Hey!" Haley exclaimed. "I was a damn good cheerleader."

"Yeah and you looked hot in the uniform too," Nathan kissed his wife, making both their kids groan.

"Gross," Jamie and Lydia said in unison. They were more than used to the constant display of affection between their parents. Although they had been married for close to 25 years already, the spark between the two had never faded.

"That, children, is love." Lucas laughed. "Take notes."