Hello my wonderful reviewers! I cannot thank you guys enough for all the awesome reviews! Keep 'em comin! :D Here's another chapter for you, I wrote it in like thirty minutes from a paragraph that my friend wrote for me. This chapter is dedicated to that friend:

Disclaimer: I honestly don't own Haven, and don't think I ever will... so... Ha! You can't sue me.

"It's eleven thirty," a groggy Nathan answered the door, rubbing his eye.

What he found at his door was another matter entirely. Duke stood there, wide-eyed, mud caked in his hair and all up his pants and shirt. The only thing that was clean was the small object that he held in his arms.

"What the crap?" Nathan voiced aloud, "What happened to you?"

"Here you go," Duke thrusted the small thing into Nathan's arms, "Good luck. You're gonna need it."

"What are yo-" Nathan took a moment to glance at the bundle in his arms, "A baby? Where did you get a baby Duke?"

"It doesn't stop crying! I don't know what's wrong. I was just driving home and then I saw- the- and- then-" Duke couldn't complete his sentences in the hysterical state he was in.

"Duke, where did you find this baby," Nathan asked slower this time, looking him in the eyes.

"I've got to go," Duke said quickly and he began walking back to his car, "Tomorrow's Taco Tuesday and I've got to draw Senor Taco."

To Nathan, Duke looked like he had just snapped. The car sped out of sight of the open-mouthed man in his pajamas standing in his doorway, holding a baby.

As soon as Nathan had stepped inside and shut the door, the tiny bundle started crying. Judging by the blanket and clothes it was wearing, it was a girl.

"Shhhh," he soothed it, bouncing up and down. The baby continued to cry, the small tears falling on his grey t-shirt.

"Please don't cry," he patted her back, her head on his shoulder and he continued to bounce.

Her cry softened, and he took that as a sign to slow down his movements. He started walking to his staircase, his destination the attic, to look for an old baby bottle that his mom probably saved in his old stuff.

It took him ten minutes, but he emerged with a small blue bottle. Re-entering the living room, he laid the little girl on the floor, baricading her with pillows so she couldn't roll anywhere.

He ran to the kitchen, his bare-feet not noticing how cold the floor actually was, and washed the bottle quickly. He filled it with water, knowing that you weren't supposed to give babies a certain type of milk.

She was still wriggling around on the floor, crying. Nathan picked her up and started giving her the bottle. She drank it quickly, but still refused to go to sleep.

"Calm down little missy," Nathan whispered into the dark room, but the statement was directed to the girl who was still unhappy.

"Audrey."

Her sleep filled, "Hmmmm?" was transfered over the phone to the brunette.

"I haven't slept all night," Nathan's dead-beat gravelly voice woke her instantly, "And if I could have a headache, it would be massive."

"What are you talking about?" Audrey sat up, her focus going to the conversation.

"Get over here as soon as you can," he said slowly, "And stop by the store. I need baby formula, a bottle, and diapers. A pacifier would be great too."

Audrey was up and getting dressed before the whole first sentence was out. It was the second and third and forth that had her stopping.

"Wha-?" She asked.

"Just do that, please." And the line disconnected.

Audrey opened the door carefully, not sure what she was going to find in the house. She walked into the living room and looked down the small hall to the kitchen.

"Hello? Nathan?"

Nathan walked out of one of the doors that was on the hall. His hair was an absolute mess, his grey t-shirt slightly wrinkled, and his blue pajama pants were wrinkled as well.

"Thank goodness you're here," he'd never been so happy in his life in that moment, he thought.

"What is this all about?" As if to answer her question, a small cry came from the room that Nathan had just left. He ran in immediatley and Audrey followed.

He had picked her up and was bouncing her gently, "Duke brought her over in the middle of the night. He was in shock, so I couldn't really ask why. I've been up since."

"Wow," Audrey was impressed.

"Go make the formula," he told her and she ran to the bag she'd brought in.

"I'll check around the station today for anything," Audrey said, making her way to the front door, "Just stay here and try to keep her happy. I'll be back later to check."

Nathan was sitting on the couch, half in a daze, staring at the baby he held.

"Bye," she said and shut the door, leaving Nathan to deal with the baby girl until work was over.

When Audrey came in later that day to check up on Nathan, she found something that was totally photo worthy.

Nathan was laying on the couch, asleep. The tv was on and Audrey turned it off while she crossed to them. The baby was laying on her stomach, resting on Nathan's chest; asleep too.

Audrey couldn't bring herself to wake him up, especially since he hadn't had any sleep the night before. So she cleaned up the mess that she saw. There were older looking toys on the floor and a box that was marked, "Nate's stuff." They all went back in their box, and the dirty plate and glass went in the sink. Everything else seemed clean enough to her now.

She would tell Nathan later that the baby's name was Ella and that her mother was in the hospital after her car accident. That's why Duke had been so shaken up. Ella's father would be by after he got off work to pick her up and Nathan would be baby free.

That is, of course, until he got one of his own.

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