"So," Peyton said kneeling down in front of her daughter, "Your birthday is coming up soon. What do you want, baby?"

Kay held on tight to her stuff elephant and bit her bottom lip. When Peyton caught her doing this from time to time, she looked just like her father. She had inherited their blond hair unlike their other daughter Ellie, who was brunette.

Kay leaned in close and whispered in her mother's ear. "For you and Daddy to stop fighting."

Peyton looked at her daughter and smiled. "Sweetie,"

"I hate when you fight. It makes Ellie cry," Karen said.

"I know that it upset's you and your sister when you see mommy and daddy fighting, but it doesn't mean that we love you any less."

"Maybe if you didn't fight, you would love me more?" Karen asked cheerfully.

"Baby, I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do," she said rubbing her daughter's shoulders and standing up. She walked over to the sink and took out a glass from the cabinet. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Do you love daddy less?"

"Less than what?" Peyton asked turning back around and leaning on the counter looking down at her daughter.

"You said that you and him fighting didn't make you love me any less," she said letting her elephant fall out of her arms, "Do you love daddy any less?"

"Of course not, I love daddy very much,"

"It wouldn't hurt to show it every once and a while mommy," her daughter said to her with a look that only Peyton's best friend, Brooke could have taught her.

"That's enough miss. Now, what's for dinner?" Peyton went back to looking in the cabinets for something to eat.

Lucas opened the door to his home, taking a breath. He slowly walked up the stairs, glancing at a picture of Kay hanging on the wall. When he heard someone crying, he stopped walking. He followed the sound, and peeked into his daughter's bedroom, to find Peyton's back to him. She was sitting on Kay's bed, holding a picture of mother and daughter together. He remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt. "People always leave, Luke," she said without turning around. "People always leave."

Lucas walked around the bed and sat down next to Peyton. She put the picture down and put her arms around her husband. She began to cry softly.

"Where were you last night?" he asked as she looked up and him. He wiped the tears from underneath her eyes.

"I slept in here," she said picking up the picture again and running her fingers over her daughter's photo.

"I figured you did," he said. He reached his hand around Peyton and began running his fingers through her hair. "Peyton, I know it doesn't look like it now, but everything is going to be alright."

Peyton freed herself from Lucas arms and looked up at him in disgust.

"No Lucas, everything is not going to be alright," she said standing up, "Nothing is going to be alright again. How do you think you are just going to forget our daughter, like she never existed."

"Peyton, I will never forget Kay. I just meant that over time, it will get easier," Lucas said.

At this point, Peyton completely lost it. She collapsed on the floor and began crying hysterically. Lucas rushed over to his wife sitting on the floor and put his arms around her, brining her into a tight hug.

"Its not going to get easier, Luke," she sobbed.

He rocked her back and forth. "Yes it is, sweetheart. In time, your heart will heal and our life's will slowly start going back to normal, but not without the lasting memory of Kay and the wonderful life that she lived."

This made Peyton cry even hard. "Luke, she was only 5. She was my baby,"

"There's nothing I can say to make this easier for you, baby. I will never know what it is like for a mother to loss their child, but I do know what its like to loose someone you love and so do you. You know that things will get better, the sun will rise tomorrow and the world will continue to spin."

Peyton's sobs began to die down as Lucas spoke.

"We have to be strong for Ellie, especially now," he said stroking her hair.

"Why do these things always happen to me Lucas?" she said looking up at him, "Why am I always the one who gets hurt?"

"I don't know," he said not knowing what to say to her, "Sometimes it rains the hardest on the people who deserve the sun."