It had been a three months since Haley had gone to the hospital. She was getting bigger and bigger. She was on her bed, flipping through the channels when she saw her husband's ex on the Today show.
Kathy Lee was taking to Rachel. "So, who is the father of your baby." She looked like she was the same as Haley.
"The father is Nathan Scott." Haley gasped and shut the TV off.
Nathan came in the room. "Hey my pregnant wifey." Haley glared at him.
"What did I do?"
"You got Rachel Gatina pregnant." Nathan's eyes widen. "Don't act surprised. You said you didn't, but you did. You got her pregnant. How could you. Did you not use protection like you did with me?"
"I didn't sleep with her Haley. You know that."
"Then why is she pregnant? Why did you get her pregnant?!"
"I didn't. you know I would never cheat on you. You know that, or at least I thought that you knew."
"Why would she lie about who the father is?"
"She's a crazy bitch. She's obsessed with me." Nathan sits next to Haley on the bed. "I love you." He took her hand in his. "I would never cheat on the one that I love." He kissed her temple. "How's momma doing?"
"Momma is doing good. I am so excited for next month. We get to see if we're having a boy or a girl. What do you want?"
"A healthy baby." He smirked. "Seriously? I want to a little girl, just like you. A little Haley James."
"How about a little Nathan Scott?" Haley quirked her eyebrow. You wouldn't want to have a baby boy. Someone just like you. A son who loves basketball. You wouldn't want that?"
"It would be great. But I think I would like a little girl who is just like my wife. She'll be cute. She'll look just like her mom."
"Yeah, she will." Haley joked. Nathan kissed her on her lips fully. "Nathan, do you think I'll be a good mom?"
"The best. I don't know who else would be better. Mommy. Mama. I love you so much."
"Nathan, I need to ask you something. If you're not the father of Rachel's baby, find out why she said you were. And also find who the actual father is. I love you."
"I'll talk to her, on the phone so the paps don't have a field day." When Nathan called Rachel she answered it like she had just gotten up.
"Is this Nathan Scott?"
"Yeah, who's the real father?"
"You. At least that's people think. But really there is no father."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not really pregnant."
"Then why would you tell people you are?"
"It would be really funny to have an NBA star who got his wife and his ex-girlfriend pregnant. It's just for drama sake. In about a week, I'll have the sympathy vote when I fake a miscarriage. Don't worry about it."
"Well, I kind of have to seeing as how you're supposedly carrying my child."
"It's not like I'm actually pregnant. Just don't worry about anything. In two weeks this will all be over. Tell that to the little slut."
"You already know. Good-bye." Nathan came into the bedroom. "She's faking it."
"Like you do sometimes when we have sex."
"Sure, well I only fake it I'm the only one doing something."
"Nathan. You're mean. so, what's up with Rachel?"
"She's not pregnant."
Haley looked confused. "I just saw her."
"She's faking being pregnant. She's got like a pillow under there or something. She's really stupid. She wants to cause major drama. But now that we know the truth, it won't bother us. Now, all this talk about pregnancy, it's getting me turned on."
"Really cause I…." Haley started to cry.
Nathan notices this and worries. "You okay?"
"I'm perfect." She nods her head and smiles. "The baby is just kicking." Haley had her stomach.
"Let me feel." Nathan grabbed a hold of Haley's stomach. "That's pretty cool."
Haley looked into Nathan's eyes. "I love you, Nathan Scott."
"I love you too. And this," he said pointing to Haley's stomach. "it's the biggest turn on ever." He said as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Haley rolled so she was on top, she was straddling his waist. Nathan's Hands went straight for her stomach. "Is this a turn on too? Me being on top?" she said seductively as she ground on his manhood. She could feel him hard instantly. They made love like a million times that night. They were so in love and they had proof of that as their child made his/her presence by kicking.
