This is the final instalment for this story. This was probably my favorite chapter to write. Anyways I hope you enjoyed reading the story. Special thanks for those who reviewed!

Epilogue II

One Year Later

Excitement and nervous jitters fluttered through Peyton's stomach. Today, in just a matter of minutes, she would be walking down the aisle and marrying Lucas Scott. She smiled at herself in the mirror as she thought of being called Peyton Scott. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, looking for any last minute adjustments. Her white dress was strapless that fitted her torso flatteringly. The dress flowed loosely from her waist down and had a short train behind her.

Just then, Haley poked her head in. "Peyton…wow, you look so beautiful,"

"Thanks, Hales,""Lucas is so gonna pass out when he sees you,"

Peyton nodded her head, jokingly, "Yeah, he is, isn't he?"

"So are you ready?"

"Yes. I've wanted this for so long. I can't believe it's happening,"

"Good, cause it's definitely happening. Come on, they're ready for us," Haley said as she turned to leave.

"Hales, wait,"

"Yeah?"

Peyton carefully walked over to Haley and gave her a hug. "Thanks,"

"Oh, umm, you're welcome," Haley replied, not knowing why she was being thanked.

"Thanks for everything. For being such a good friend. And being there when I needed you the most. I know I don't say it a lot, but things are going to change,"

"Thanks, Peyt for telling me that. It means a lot. But we have to get going, otherwise they're going to wonder where we are,"

Peyton followed Haley out into the foyer of the church where they were greeted by Whitey.

"Are you two young ladies, trying to give an old man a heart attack? You girls look beautiful"

The girls laughed and thanked Whitey. Haley quickly excused herself and went over to make sure the rest of the wedding party was in place.

"You look beautiful, Peyton. Lucas is one lucky young man,"

"Thanks, Whitey, but I'm the lucky one,"

Whitey chuckled. "Don't let Lucas know that,"

"Nah, never," Peyton winked.

"Peyton, do you believe in those old wedding superstitions? You know, something blue, borrowed or something like that?"

"Why? Is something missing?" Peyton looked down at her dressing, trying to find something wrong with her outfit.

"No, no…I was just wondering if you had something old,"

Peyton thought for a moment. She looped her arm through Whitey's and said, "Well I do have you on my arm now, don't I?"

Whitey doubled over laughing. "You're a wily one, Peyton," Once his laughter subsided, Whitey reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He handed it to Peyton.

Peyton looked pleasantly surprised at Whitey's kind gesture. She opened the box. Inside was a silver shaped heart locket.

"Whitey, it's beautiful,"

"It used to be Camila's"

"Oh, Whitey, I can't accept this,"

"Yes you can. We never had any children of our own and well, I've watched you grow up over the years. Anyways, I know that she would be honoured if you had it. I know I was hounoured when you asked me to walk you down the aisle,"

FLASHBACK

Peyton knocked on Whitey's screen door. After waiting a few moments, she knocked again. Finally Whitey appeared.

"Peyton Sawyer. What can I do for you?"

Peyton smiled timidly. "I came to return this," she said handing him back his umbrella. It was the umbrella that he gave her the day of her father's funeral.

"Where you going now?"

"Nowhere. Tree Hill is my home,"

"Good, I'm glad you realized that. It must make Lucas one happy man,"

"Yeah, I hope so,"

White laughed, "you don't have to hope. Everyone in Tree Hill knows he's got the hots for you,"

"Whitey!" Peyton exclaimed, a little embarrassed.

"What? Isn't that what you kids call it now days,"

"Yeah, something like that," Peyton giggled. "Hey, Whitey, I was wondering something,"

"Uh oh, this ought to be good to hear," Whitey commented.

"Whitey, Lucas and I are getting married,""Bout damn time that boy put a ring your finger,"

Peyton couldn't help but laugh at Whitey's sarcastic humor. "Yeah, well, we were wondering. Actually, I was wondering…well, you've been there for me since my parents died. You've always been watching out for me, kinda like how my dad used to. So I was wondering if you'd walk me down the aisle and give me away,"

Peyton waited for his response. Whitey stood there motionless. Emotions he never thought he'd ever feel in his life, cycled through his body. He was touched at Peyton's questions. He never thought he'd have the opportunity to walk a daughter down the aisle, but now he was going to the chance to do it.

END FLASHBACK

"Go on, open it up," Whitey encouraged Peyton. As Peyton opened the locket up, Whitey continued. "I put a picture of your mom and dad in there. Now when you wear it, you'll remember that they're always with you.

Touched by Whitey's thoughtfulness, Peyton's eyes began to water. "Whitey," choked Peyton.

"Now, don't go ruining your makeup with your tears. Otherwise Lucas will be the one having the heart attack, seeing you cry on your wedding day,"

Peyton removed the necklace from the box and held it up for Whitey to put it on. When the necklace was in place, Peyton put her hand over the heart and looked at Whitey.

"It's perfect. Thank you," she leaned in and gave the kind man a kiss on the check.

"Now, I think I'm really having a heart attack,"

The two laughed as Peyton gently wiped her red lipstick off his cheek. Suddenly the wedding march began playing. Peyton immediately took her place beside Whitey and looped her left arm into his right arm. They looked at each other one last time. Whitey smiled as he watched the excitement dance in her eyes.

The double doors of the church opened one last time, finally revealing his future wife. It was as if the moment was moving in slow motion as Lucas tried to remember it all. When he first saw Peyton, standing at the opposite end of the church, Lucas stopped breathing and felt his heart skip a beat. He began to feel lightheaded and felt his knees weaken.

"Breathe and smile, man, breathe and smile," Nathan, Lucas's best man, whispered into his ear.

Letting out a happy smile, Lucas took a deep breath and waited for Peyton to meet him at the alter.

After the priest announced them as husband and wife for the first time, Lucas and Peyton looked deeply into each other's eyes and captured the moment. They both knew they'd be together as long as they lived and they didn't need any more second chances. Hand in hand, they walked blissfully down the aisle as Mr. And Mrs. Lucas Scott.