Lucas had noticed that Davis would barely cry anymore, he was a happy baby. Lucas understood why because Davis didn't know what was going on with the world around. The chaos that he had to call home. The mother that he would never see again. Lucas placed Davis in his arms, walking to the living room. He had the red envelope in his hand, ready to read the letter that Brooke wrote him.

"Alright, Davis." Lucas sat down on the couch, pulling the letter from the envelope. There was a knock at the door, he knew who it was. Before Lucas could say anything, the old man walked into the house. He was holding a bag of grapes in his hand and his mouth was full of them. Lucas watched as the old man struggled to walk into the house with his crane. "Do you need help old man?" Lucas teased him. The old man shut the door behind him, out of breath.

"No, I think I got it." The old man laughed, he walked over to the dining room and sat in a chair. He was close enough to Lucas to hear everything he would say. The old man looked back at Lucas, seeing the letter in his hand. He wondered how many letters were left. "Another letter." The old man said to Lucas. Lucas nodded, holding up the letter.

"I only have a few letters left, a couple at most." Lucas huffed, wanting to savior this letter that was in his hand. "But I'll be fine. I have you and Davis." Lucas unfolded the letter and started to read.

It's almost time for me to have Davis, I couldn't be happier. Even though I wont be there, I know that our son will be in good hands. But there is something bothering me. As I sit here and think of forgiving Peyton, I think about the other people that I have to forgive. My parents. They were never there for me, and I always held this grudge against them. I always wondered what kind of people would leave their daughter alone? Good thing I had the old man, he was like a father figure to me but even so, I still feel this whole in my heart where my parents used to be. I can't help but not to miss them. I know that asking you to forgive Peyton was a hard pill to swallow after everything that she had done but now I'm asking you to forgive my parents, Lucas. I want them to be in Davis' life. Please, Davis needs to know his grandparents and they could tell him stories about me that you never could. Take Davis to Virgina.

Love, Brooke

Lucas was shocked from what he read from the letter, he slowly placed the letter on his lap and thought of a thousand reasons why he shouldn't go. The old man walked over to Lucas, seeing the puzzled look on his face. There was something in the letter that changed him, had his mind going to different places at once.

"What did she say?" The old man sat next to Lucas, taking Davis from his arms.

"She wants me to go see her parents...with Davis." Lucas stood up from the couch, trying to figure out how he's going to do it without becoming angry with them.

"That doesn't sound so bad." The old man told him. Lucas took in a deep breath, listening to the old man. All Lucas had to do was go see Brooke's parents, show them their grandson and then leave.

"Your right," Lucas said to him. "You should come with me." Lucas turned around, looking down at the old man. The old man looked surprised but wasn't in the mood for a road trip. Lucas could see the answer in the old mans face. "Please, I need your words of wisdom and a traveling body that can talk back to me," Lucas joked, looking down at his son.

"Davis can talk, you just don't understand him." The old man informed Lucas. The old man stared at the begging look on Lucas' face, he wasn't going to give this up. "We can leave tomorrow in the morning." The old man told him. Lucas smiled brightly, this trip wouldn't be so bad as he could imagine it being.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." Lucas told him.

"No, problem. I would like to see Brooke's parents anyway; finally putting a face to the people that Brooke always talked about betraying her." The old man told Lucas. Lucas bit his thumbnail, wondering if Brooke's parents would welcome them with open arms. There was just only one way to figure that out.