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75. That One Person Who Knows You Better Than You Know Yourself

"They're happy, right?" Peyton asked her husband, her voice soft. They were sitting on the wooden bench in the back of Sawyer's garden, looking out over their family.

Sawyer was holding her baby girl in her arms while her and Ellie's husband were playing with the other kids. She, Ellie, Lydia and Jamie's wife were standing close together, talking and laughing, and the boys, Keith, Jamie, Davis and Jude, were sitting at the table on the patio, probably talking about the Ravens game last night. Haley, Nathan, Brooke and Julian were still sitting at the table as well, but Lucas and Peyton had taken a little walk through the backyard, ending up on the bench.

"Our kids?" Lucas asked as he followed Peyton's gaze, his eyes landing on his two daughters.

Peyton nodded, "Our kids, grandkids, our whole family."

"Yeah, they're happy." Lucas smiled at his wife. "You don't have to worry, you know? You did an exceptional job raising those three goofs."

She smiled at him, "I'm not worrying. I was just wondering whether they are happy."

"You are worrying. You always worry."

"How come you know me so well, huh?" Peyton laughed because, yes, she realized she was indeed worrying.

He locked eyes with her and she knew what he was going to say before he actually said it. "I always knew you."

She reached up to him and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. "I think you've always known me better than I know myself."

"I should hope so, I've been your husband for over 30 years now, Peyton Sawyer." He said teasingly and interlaced their fingers.

She smiled, circling patterns on his hand with her thumb. "Scott." She corrected him, like she's been doing for years. "I'll never get tired of this, you know?"

"Of what?"

"Of living this life with you, enjoying all the little things."

"I'll never get tired of it either." Lucas smiled at her, pulling her closer to him.