A/N: This is my first story about Nathan and Haley. It is told from Nathan's oint of view. Please review, good or bad. I want to know if i should keep going and what to do. Thanks! Enjoy!

The moment replayed in my head. I just kept seeing it happen, Haley, my beautiful wife being flipped up onto the car. It was surreal, and it was all my fault.

We needed the money and I went to Daunte. It was stupid and now my beautiful wife and the best thing to ever happen to me is laying in a hospital bed, hanging in the balance between life and death.

"Mr. Scott" The doctor said. The tone wasn't good. Nothing good ever comes from that tone.

"She's okay right? She has to be okay. She's pregnant. She and the baby have to be okay."

He looked back at me, his eyes piercing mine. He didn't have to say it, I knew that my Haley wasn't okay.

"Mr. Scott, her injuries were very severe. She hit her head and has several bumps and bruises all over. She's in a coma right now and we don't know if or when she'll wake up."

"And the baby?" I asked, clinging to any hope that my boy, our boy could still be alive.

"He seems to be doing okay right now, his hear rate is fine. We aren't sure how he will handle the stress of your wife's injuries or if the pregnancy will hurt her more."

"Thank you doctor. Can I see her now? I really need to be with her."
"Sure, we don't know if she can hear you, but sometimes it can be comforting to talk to her anyway. Also, some people say that your support could help her heal."

I walked back to her and she looked so small in the bed. I pulled up a chair and grabbed her hand.

"Haley, oh Haley. I am so sorry for this, I would do anything to take it back , to have you safe with me. You have to be strong. The baby is still alive, he's our miracle boy. Stay strong for him, he deserves his mother. I will come by everyday and Luke, Karen, Brooke, Peyton and even Rachel said they'd come by as often as possible. I called Taylor and got a hold of your parents, they're flying in tonight. I am so glad that you are still here, but you need to wake up Hales. You deserve everything that life has to offer."

I leaned in and I kissed her hand. I placed my hand over her growing bump. Just below my hand grew a small life, unaware of the chaos happening in the world I hope he will one day enter.

As the days passed, Haley remained in a coma. The days became weeks and her condition remained the same. The baby thrived inside her and I held out hope that he would bring her back to me. Weeks became months and our lives went on, but Haley was suspended at the night we won the championship and the night that my mistakes cost us everything.

Graduation came and went and I didn't enjoy any of it. I made a small nursery in our apartment. My dad was helping me out with money. He knew that I needed it and I was grateful to him. A part of me was also mad at him; if he had helped in the first place Haley would be with me, building our son's crib and discussing names.

Daunte's death was found to be a result of the accident, I hadn't killed him. The police let my dad go even though he had punched Daunte, he didn't do anything.

In early July Luke's mom went into labor. She was just a month further along than Haley and I knew our boy would be coming soon. Luke became the proud big brother to baby Charlotte Savannah Scott. She was adorable. I hoped that my baby would be healthy too.

Just one week later, the doctor's decided to perform a c-section on Haley. They said that the baby was causing her some distress and that he was developed enough that he would be okay. On July 12 my son, our son came into the world. I heard his fist cries and I looked over at Haley. She was still in a coma. A piece of me believed that if she heard his cries she would come back because he needed her, we both needed her.

I looked down at my son as I held him in my arms. I felt sorry for him not having a mother. I looked at him. He reminded me of her, he was small and delicate. His eyes were mine, light greenish-blue, but their shape was more like her eyes. His hair appeared to be similar to hers, but he was a new born and I wasn't sure how long this would last. I took him into Haley's room. I put him into her arms and held him there. I wanted him to be held by her even if she wasn't actively part of his life.

I thought about what to name him. I thought about Benjamin, a strong name or Zachary another strong name. I felt bad naming him by myself; I know that Haley wanted to name him so much. We hadn't spoken about names really; she was still early in the pregnancy. She had said something about names like Brandon, David, Jack and Henry. I wondered if I should name him one of those or something like Chance because what were the chances that he would have survived the accident. I wanted Haley to be there with me deciding and planning a future for our son.

A/N: Please, please, please review! Thanks! What should the baby be named???