Hello, everyone! Sooo, it's my turn. For the people who have read this on the other site, I feel I should warn you that Kirstie and I have a plan to kick it up a notch… Which is just a polite way of saying making the story smutty. Once again this takes up basically from where Kirstie left off, there is just a slight overlap. Enjoy…
Chapter Three - (Maryl...)
A moment after Nathan shuts the bedroom door Haley rushes to open her address book, and call her doctor. The receptionist answers and as Haley tries to book an appointment, she hears an odd sound coming from the other end of the apartment. She looks to the closed bedroom door, distracted.
"Hello? Are you still there?" The receptionist asks, impatiently.
Haley snaps back to attention. "Yes! Sorry. It just sounded like someone was beating their head against a wall!" She comments with a laugh.
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind... I was hopping to make an appointment with Dr. Ray, as soon as possible?"
"Is this just for a check up?"
Haley pauses, bites lower lip, and whispers. "No... It's for a paternity test."
Haley glances down the hall.
"I'm sorry, Miss, I couldn't quite hear you?"
"A paternity test!!!!" Haley bursts out, a little louder then she intended.
Haley jumps and looks at the bedroom door.
"Well! There is no need to yell." The receptionist sniffs.
Haley runs her hand through her hair. "Sorry."
The receptionist hums as she scans appointments. "The doctor can fit you in today. Can you be here in an hour?"
"Yes!"
Haley hangs up the phone and looks towards the bedroom. She thinks she can hear Nathan. He does not sound okay.
"Nathan, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
Haley hears the shower start, and she picks up the phone and calls Peyton.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me. Can you give me a ride in like a half hour?" Ask as she anxiously glances at the closed door.
"Sure. Where to?"
"I just have to go some where."
"Way to be cryptic." Peyton drawls.
"Sorry, I'm just a little all over the place right now."
There is silence on the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sorry. You'll get your ride."
"Thanks! I'll meet you out front." Haley says with relief.
She hangs up the phone and her eye catches a picture of her and Lucas on the bookcase. His arms are around her in a bear hug and they are both smiling towards the camera. She'd wanted to take it down for months but couldn't think of a reason that would make sense to Nathan. Involuntarily her eyes shut and images of that night, months ago race through her head. She can see his hands on her body, and feel his breath hot on her neck. In all their years of friendship it was the first time she had ever really felt the weight of his body on hers. She shakes her head to clear it and walks towards the bedroom. She calls to her husband. He responds, and Haley opens the bedroom door, wanting to be near him, wishing no other man had ever touched her body, let alone his brother. Suddenly she hears a loud crash. She rushes into the bathroom and finds Nathan in a wet naked heap on the floor.
"Oh, my GOD!"
Nathan groans, opens his eyes and rubs the goose egg sized lump on his head. Haley tries to crouch next to him, her hand across her swollen belly, but can't make it to the ground. She gives up and sits on the toilet seat, as he pulls himself up to lean against the wall.
"Nathan! Are you okay? What happened?" She questions a little frantic.
"I slipped and fell. I'm fine it was just a stupid accident. I've got a hard head, anyway." He says with a shrug.
"You bumped your head?! Let me see!!" She implores her brown eyes wide and pleading.
"I'm fine." Nathan sighs.
She holds out her hands and he let's her pull him forward so he is kneeling between her legs, his body pressed against hers. She pulls his head close, his face resting between her breasts, as she runs her hands through his thick brown hair.
"Never mind. Look as long as you want." Nathan says his voice muffled.
Haley laughs and pushes his head away.
"You've got a bump, but I think you'll live."
"Good to know. Now come back here."
Nathan's arms slip around her and pull her back to him. He looks straight into her eyes and for a heartbeat they just stare at each other. Slowly he leans in and his mouth captures hers. She opens her mouth for him and the kiss deepens. His hands slide up under her shirt to cup her breasts over the fabric of her bra. It's not enough for him and his fingers make their way towards the clasp on her back. Haley pulls away, breathless, wanting to lose herself in his touch and kiss, but knowing she has an appointment to keep. He looks at her confused and she can't meet his eyes, so she watches her own fingers as they trail over his shoulders.
"Hales…" He begins, but doesn't know where to go.
"I was just talking to Peyton—"
"She called?"
"Ummm...Yeah." Haley stalls.
"I didn't hear the phone?" Nathan asks, confused by that fact but even more so by the weird vibe Haley was throwing off.
Haley grasps for an answer. "Well…" She smiles as she thinks of one, and teases him. "Maybe it rang while you were in a coma."
Nathan shakes his head, and smiles. "You're very funny. So, what's up with Sawyer?"
"She has a big Trick night planned and she really needs my help..." Haley lies.
Nathan's head falls back and he groans. "Hales... What about our packing?"
"I'll only be gone a couple of hours. And besides, what does my big strong husband need with his tiny little wife?"
"You forgot handsome." He says with mock anger.
"Sorry! My big, strong, handsome husband!" Haley laughs.
Nathan smiles at the sound. "Fine. Just hurry back... And for the record... everything."
"What?" Haley asks confused.
"Everything. I need you for everything."
Nathan grabs a towel and walks out of the bathroom. Haley watches him go, her eyes full of love... and okay, a whole heap of lust as she watches the muscles move in his backside! She rubs her belly.
"This will be all right. It has to be." She whispers.
Ten minutes later Haley is standing outside her apartment building, waiting for Peyton. Peyton's car pulls up and she hops in. She shuts the door and turns.
"Thanks Pey—"
Her mouth goes dry and falls open. Her lunch lurches into her throat. It's not Peyton. The car pulls away from the curb before she can get out, and she curses the lack of speed her pregnancy has caused. Steeling her nerves she turns to the driver.
"So... I guess today is the day we find out?" Lucas drawls.
Tag Kirstie, you're it. And since we're stating things for the record… I was going to admit to my guilty ship, but I shall refrain.
