*Layla came into the living area, coffee mug in hand and stared at Lucas, the look of absolute adoration and love on her face.*
I am proud of Lucas everyday, for being a better man, for taking care of his heart and his life. I am completely in his debt for saving my life, for when I nearly died a few weeks ago. He kept me awake, he kept me focused, he kept me warm. I was dying in his arms and he did everything in his power to save me. Lucas Scott is my hero, my confidant, my comrade, my best friend, my lover and his heart is strong, vibrant, beautiful and filled with love for his friends, his family, and strangers. He gives his ear and his shoulder willingly and for all of that I could not love him more, I could not ask for more, I could not pray for more. He is in my soul. I am beyond proud of him. I just hope I can show him such each and every day.
*She padded over to him and handed him the mug, excused herself to go and put something on in the other room.*