The cry was what woke him. He sat up, on his elbows, looking to the right side of him. It was empty, he wasn't surprised. Every time he woke up, it was empty. She was never there. He lifted himself off of the bed and makes his way towards the cry. He enters the room and sees her standing over the crib. He took in her appearance, she wore the long orange dress he bought on that day when he wanted to treat her to a nice day where he could spoil her. He wanted to treat her, she had been through so much and just wanted to be happy.

He admires her for a few minutes before making his way over to the crib and picking up the crying baby. He pulls the baby close, allowing the baby to lay his head against his chest. It doesn't take long for the baby to fall asleep in his father's arms. His eyes slowly drift to the woman standing in front of him. He can see the guilt in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I just feel so guilty for leaving you two," She says, the tears forming in her eyes. "I don't know what to do. I just want to be with the two of you."

"I know," He whispers. "Everything will get better."

"I wish things had turned out differently," She whispers.

"I know, but they didn't and we just have to come to terms with them," He pauses. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" She asks. "You didn't do anything. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"Don't," He emphasizes. "Don't be sorry, you didn't do anything."

"I'm not here," She pauses. "I'm wanted here to be with you on the long nights. I wanted to be there when he would take his first steps, speak his first word, all of his firsts. I wanted to be there for it all, but I'm not. I'm not going to be there for any of it, Luke."

"You're always here, Peyt," Lucas says. "You'll always be with us. You'll see all the firsts. I promise."

"I love you," Peyton says. "And our son. Promise me you'll take care of him"

"I promise," Lucas pauses. "I love you too."

And just like that, she was gone. Lucas looked down at his sleeping son, he looked so much like Peyton. Lucas couldn't believe she was really gone. He never thought he would be here, without his wife. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

That was her goodbye, he knew that. Peyton just gave her final.

The cry was what woke him. He sat up, on his elbows, looking to the right side of him. It was empty, he wasn't surprised. Every time he woke up, it was empty. He didn't have to wait long before she enters the room, wearing one of his old t-shirts with a pair of shorts. Their baby was laid comfortably in her arms.

"Hey," She says. "It's about time you woke up. We've been up for hours, wondering when you were going to get up. What's wrong?"

"I just had a bad dream… A nightmare. A really bad nightmare," Lucas says.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Peyton asks, sitting next to Lucas on the bed. "You look really shaken up."

"I am," Lucas states. "It was horrible."

"What happened?"

"You were dead," Lucas whispers. "You were gone. It was just me and the baby."

"I'm not gone," Peyton pauses. "I'm here and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Peyton," Lucas says softly.

"Yeah," Peyton says just has softly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"And I love our son," Lucas says, moving his attention to the baby, now sleeping in Peyton's arms.

"Yes, I do too," Peyton says, also moving her attention to the baby, sleeping, in her arms. "Can you believe he's ours?"

"No," Lucas says.

"I love the name we picked," Peyton says, putting her head on Lucas' shoulder.

"Me too," Lucas says. "Keith Larry Scott, our son."

"We'll always be a family."

"Always."