The rest of the family was cursing them, well, not out loud, but... they were cursing them in their heads. Who in their right mind would plan on moving the week before their wedding? Who?

Well, Peyton and Lucas knew after that night with Jamie that it was time to venture out on their own, and started the process of getting all of their stuff from the apartment in New York shipped out here. They put Nathan and Haley's place on the market, selling it furnished, but taking the things they felt were important to Jamie and to them.

So the weekend before the week of their wedding, all of their family and friends came to help with the move into the new house. The day dragged on, as any day with hard labor does, but they felt like they had gotten everything moved, just not organized.

"Hey Uncle Lucas?"

"Yeah, Jamie?"

"Is the other house still ours?" he says with a look of apprehension in his face that Peyton saw from across the room.

"The other house is still there and ours, what's up Jamie?" She says, joining them.

"I know that I said that I was ready..."

Lucas and Peyton share another look with each other, not knowing how they were going to navigate this situation at all.

"If you don't want to move, then we don't..." Lucas starts, but is interrupted by his nephew.

"NO! I do want to move, but do you think that we could spend one more night in that house?"

Lucas laughs, rubbing the hair on the top of the boy's head. "All of our furniture is here, Jamie... we don't have anywhere to sleep."

"We can camp out in mama and daddy's room?" he asks, suggesting and asking the question all at the same time.

"That, we can do." Lucas says, grabbing onto his nephew and throwing him over his shoulder to go get his stuff.

"You guys going to be okay?" Karen asks after most of the moving was done and Lucas was off with Jamie packing for their last night in the Naley house, as Brooke had taken to calling it.

"Yeah, I think we'll be okay. This has to be hard for him, you know?"

"It is hard, but you guys are making it easy. He's so excited about the wedding and getting to be a part of this whole new life that it really is making it bearable for him. You're doing great, Peyton."

"Are you sure?"

"That little boy adores you and adores his uncle. I think that Haley and Nathan would be proud of you. And I know that Haley would have been so happy to see you be this mother figure to her little boy. I see it in your eyes Peyton Sawyer, and it is the same look that Haley used to give him... she would appreciate that."

Peyton nods, wiping at her eyes, hoping to keep the tears from falling.

"What is this?" Brooke asks, walking in on the moment.

"It's nothing, it's fine... listen, I hate that we are doing this to you."

"Peyton, I get it. You guys need this night, and I will still be here in the morning, so you can call me whenever. But tomorrow, we celebrate and finish all of this unpacking!"

"Yeah?"

"It should feel like home the first night you guys are here, it wouldn't be right if it wasn't."

"You're right."

So Karen and her clan left, and so did Brooke, leaving the small family on their own, and ready to go back to the old house.

When they walked in, it was Jamie that broke the silence. "It feels weird in here now..."

"Weird bad?" Peyton asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No, just weird different. I really do like our new house."

"But?" Lucas says, kneeling down to his nephew's level.

"I don't know, it's like I'm happy to get a new house and to be there with you guys, but I'm still gonna miss having momma and daddy around... I liked being able to crawl in their room when I didn't feel good, and I liked being around all of our stuff."

"Well, you know that we kept all of the things that you wanted us to keep, and we couldn't have picked everything else out without you."

"I know."

"So..."

"It's just different. I'm not sad really, it's just hard."

Peyton sat down on the floor next to her nephew, "We know that, and I know that your Uncle Lucas has had some good memories in this house too, so you know that you can come talk to us whenever you are feeling upset about any of this, right?"

"Uh huh. You guys tell me that all the time" he says, rolling his eyes.

They both laugh, and Lucas pulls Jamie into a small hug. "Only cause we love you."

"I know" he says, laughing as the adults attempt to tickle him while tackling him to the ground.

After a few minutes of just talking, it's Peyton that stands up, clapping her hands in the process, "All right... let's get to it!!"

"What?" Jamie says, raising an eyebrow in such a way that looks exactly like Haley did when she was questioning anything.

"Well, your Uncle and I had some thoughts about tonight, and we've decided what we should do, in honor of our last night in what Brooke calls the Naley house."

"Okay?" he says, still confused as to what the two had planned.

"Well, what is one thing that you have wanted to do forever, that you were never allowed to do before?"

"Really?!" his eyes light up as he stands up.

"Anything..." Peyton says, with Lucas interjecting, "that doesn't involve smashing in walls or breaking furniture of course."

"You guys are going to do it with me?" he asks.

Peyton and Lucas nod, looking at each other with a little doubt in their eyes.

"Promise?"

They nod again, this time a little less enthusiastically.

"Okay."

With that said, Jamie proceeds to walk to through the kitchen, out onto the patio and jumps into the pool with all of his clothes on.

Surfacing, he screams out to his aunt and uncle, who were still standing beside the pool.

"You promised!!!" he screams laughing.

"We did..." Lucas says.

"Yeah, but Luke--" Peyton starts as Lucas grabs onto her waist and throws the both of them into the pool with Jamie.

They splash around, Jamie and Peyton playing against Lucas in water basketball, winning of course, until Jamie declares that he is a prune.

Once they are dried off, they decide on Pizza in the living room for their last meal, Jamie's choice of course.

"You know, me and daddy always convinced momma to have pizza on Fridays. She started to call them Pizza Fridays because she knew that when she came home, me and daddy were going to tell her that we wanted pizza." Jamie explains, stuffing his face with a slice that was a little to big for him.

"When I was little, my dad and I used to eat frozen pizza all the time... only it probably wasn't as good as your Pizza Friday, cause my dad used to put some really nasty stuff on it." Peyton tells him.

"Like what?" Jamie asks, making a face in her direction.

"bologna, pineapple, hotdogs..."

"Ewwww.... aunt Peyton that's gross!"

"Nah, it was cool."

"What about you Uncle Lucas?"

"Me and your Grandma Karen were really lucky, cause she was an awesome cook. But when I was older, and I was best friends with your mom, we would always have Chili nights."

"Really?"

"Yup. When your mom started working at the cafe, I would come in after school to do my homework and then on her breaks, she would work on hers. Then when Grandma Karen closed the cafe, we would talk about our day and eat our chili. She never told you?"

"I'm pretty sure she probably told me before, but I like hearing it again."

"Good."

After their dinner was done, it was starting to get late, so Jamie was asked what else he wanted to do.

"Nothing... this is good."

"What?" Lucas asks, since they weren't really doing anything since they finished their pizza.

"Can we just sit and talk? Tell stories?"

"Is that what you want?"

He nods and Lucas launches into a story about the first time they ever saw this house and Nathan was so excited about keeping a house in Tree Hill. A few dozen stories later, Jamie had started to doze off so they set up camp in Nathan and Haley's old bedroom, with Jamie settled in between Peyton and Lucas.

"So, this is how it's gonna be?" Lucas asks, as he watches his wife stroke their nephew's hair, not taking her eyes away from his sleeping form.

"What do you mean?" she whispers back.

"The three of us..."

"You okay with that?"

"More than."

"Well, all right then." she says, stopping what she was doing, to lean over and kiss him.

"I love you Peyton, you know that, right?"

"I do..."

"Thank you for marrying me, and thank you for everything that you do with Jamie."

"Lucas, you never have to thank me for that, because as I see it, we were written in the stars a long time ago, so I had no choice in the matter, and neither did you."

"Yeah..."

"You ready for tomorrow?"

"New house.... yeah..."

Then after a few soft "goodnights" they fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, the two adults woke up complaining about their backs after sleeping a whole night on the floor when Jamie sits up, excited and ready to start the unpacking.

"Come on! We have to get the rest of the new house ready!"

"Jamie, can't you give us a minute?" Lucas says, stretching himself out a little bit.

"It isn't my fault that you guys are old..." he says matter-of-factly to his Uncle, who laughs.

"All right, let's get going on this unpacking thing."

They stand up to leave the room, gathering up all their things from the night before, when Jamie turns back to the room for a minute.

Peyton notices, and pushes Lucas out the door, telling Jamie to meet them in the car when he was ready, and knowing that he needed that time to himself.

After a few minutes, Jamie comes out of the house into the garage where Lucas and Peyton were waiting, with a smile on his face. They didn't ask him what he did or said, but they knew that he would be okay after that last night.

When they returned to the house with doughnuts and coffee for all of their helpers they found no one there like they said they would be, so they figured that they might as well get started on their own.

Luke walks in first, letting out an audible gasp when he walks into the house.

"What?" Peyton says, walking in behind him and then pushing past him "Oh my God..."

"This is so cool!" Jamie says, running up to his room to see what was there.

The house was set up perfect. Pictures were hung in the hallway, new and old things mixed together in a perfect way, nicknacks placed with care around the space. It was exactly like they had pictured it would be.

Walking into the kitchen, Peyton found a hand written note from her best friend and read it aloud to Lucas, "Scott family... well almost Scott family, huh.. if she only knew." She starts.

"Right?" Lucas says laughing.

"We knew that this was something that would stress you guys out, which is not something that you should be dealing with right before your wedding. We also knew that you guys needed to have everything just right for that first night home. Chances are we are just rolling ourselves into sleep as you read this, because yes... it did take us that long. We love you guys, and want to give you the day to yourselves in your new home. Karen made a casserole for later and it is in the fridge. I'll be back on Wednesday for a final check on everything for the wedding, so until then... enjoy. Love Brooke."

"You do realize that because of this, we are now forever going to have to move Brooke into any house that she will ever live in?" Lucas says sarcastically.

"That's the perk of having a millionaire as a best friend, because she can pay someone for stuff like that." Peyton says, laughing back at him and turning to wrap her arms around his waist. "It's perfect though, right?"

"It is pretty perfect."

Just then, they were interrupted by the thumping of someone running down the stairs and running into the kitchen.

"My room is AWESOME! There is stuff in there that I didn't even know about!"

"So, are we likin' the new diggs J-Man?" Peyton asks, putting a hand on his head.

"Yup! Except we need to fix up our basement getaway."

"Basement getaway?" Lucas asks.

"That's what we should call it."

"Oh really?"

"It would be pretty awesome, right?"

"Whatever you say Jamie, whatever you say..."

"So, this is ours now, right?"

"It's all ours."

"Sweet." he says, before running back up the stairs and into his bedroom.

They spent the rest of the day moving a few things around and getting used to the new house, finally sitting down for a nice dinner with the casserole that Karen had made. It seemed like everything was fitting into place.

Then, that night, Lucas and Peyton knew that it was all going to be okay, when they heard the small footsteps of their nephew and his quiet whispers asking if he could sleep in there with them.

"Perfect." Lucas whispers before he falls asleep, looking at his nephew sleeping in between him and his wife.

Peyton just nods before closing her eyes and surrendering to the sleep that was trying to come to them.

It was perfect.

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Okay, now I know that the fluff and stuff is what we are liking, but I'm gonna have some drama coming up here soon, so stay with me folks. To my special friend, you know who you are... talk to you soon I'm sure. To everyone else, thanks for reading and thanks for reviewing. This is a fun one to write, so I'm keeping with it as long as I have the ideas... which I've still got.... lots and lots...