Pretty Baby
By AmericanBaby
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, other than Lacey Scott; they belong to the WB or whatever. I just like writing about them!
Chapter 1, Nathan:
Tears and Rain
I grabbed some bags from the trunk of my car and hauled them into the house. As I shut the door someone walked into the front hall. I looked up and saw my mom standing a couple of feet away from me, looking nervous, "Oh, Nathan, I was hoping that was you. I've been here, alone, all night," as she steps towards me.
"I had… something to do," I replied sighing. I looked at my mom. She looked different, tired, older, worried. Her eyes were the same as they always were. They told me she loves me, same as they did when I was little.
"Oh, honey," she sighed wrapping me up in a hug, quickly. "I know this is hard for you but, I promise you, we'll be free soon."
I looked at her. Things in Tree Hill were changing and I couldn't stop them. I didn't want to stop them. "I know we will." She touched my check gently, like she was telling me she knew everything I knew.
"Do you need help with anything?"
"No, I just… I have one more bag in the car." I said motioning towards the door.
Mom nodded and smiled at me, "OK." Her new calmness was kind of weird, but she was feeling better and acting like a better mom, so I didn't question it. She touched my arm lightly and walked away.
I pushed a bag away with my foot and reached for the door handle. When I opened the door and took another step forward, I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I could barely catch my breath and couldn't think of anything to say. I just looked at the girl standing in front of me.
Haley stood there, my wife, tears shining in her eyes. We just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. I forgot everything she put me through for a second. I could only remember how much I missed everything about her. The sound of her voice, the smell of her hair, how she hugged, how she kissed, every movement she ever makes.
She's the first to break the silence. She looks into my eyes and I wonder if they hold the same sad look as hers. "Hi," is all she says, but it shatters the protective wall I spent the last few seconds throwing up while we gaped at one another.
I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.
Chapter Title and Song Lyrics are from James Blunt