Nathan knew, from the second he'd seen Haley walk down the stairs that morning, that he would not be able to concentrate on anything other than how his wife looked in those yoga pants. He'd always said Haley James had a serious ass - but her ass in yoga pants? It was a whole new level of serious.

"Nathan. Did you hear me?"

He looked up from where his eyes were previously locked on her firm rear and cleared his throat. Haley curved an eyebrow, in attempt to look stern but the blush infused over her cheeks undermined any trace of frustration with her husband. Even after fifteen years of marriage, Haley could never not blush whenever she caught Nathan checking her out - no matter how many times a day it occurred.

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and tried to turn away from his heated gaze currently fixated on her ass. As much as Haley loved the effect she had on her husband - and though she'd never admit aloud how much she found Nathan's obsession with her butt to be equally adorable and endearing - it was frustrating when he didn't hear a word she said.

"I said I probably won't be home until later, so you'll want to get started on dinner."

She waited several moments for the words to register in Nathan's brain and knew he'd finally heard her when his eyes landed on her face again.

"Bu- Where are you going?" Nathan all but stumbled out of the kitchen stool as he trailed on Haley's heels like a newborn puppy - tongue panting and all.

"Brooke's dragging me to spin class," Haley said as she briefly squat to the floor to grab her gym duffle bag resting by the front door. Seconds later, a thud sounded throughout the Scott house.

Nathan was too busy studying the swell of Haley's butt- the way the black fabric molded to the plump curves so perfectly- that he walked straight into the living room wall.

"Ow! Damnit!"

She whipped her head around, just in time to see Nathan clutching at his forehead with a face scrunched in pain. "Are you okay?"

"No," he whined, "that damn ass of yours is so distracting."

Haley laughed, "well maybe you shouldn't be staring at it so much."

"Impossible," the infamous Scott smirk blossomed across his lips as he reached out to draw Haley into his arms. And, as expected, his itching fingers wandered straight to her rear and cupped her ass right into his large palms. A perfect fit.

"You are insatiable, Nathan Scott."

He shrugged innocently, "you have a serious ass, Haley James Scott."

"I know," Haley laughed, "my husband reminds me every day."

Nathan's hands squeezed her bum, his smirk growing in the process.

"I think you wear these leggings just to tease me. You know what they do to me."

Haley quickly leaned up to pop a kiss on Nathan's lips, "sometimes. But not today - I'm serious, I have spin class and I'm already late. I have to go."

Nathan groaned but tightened his grip around her waist, "see? Tease."

"Nathan," Haley laughed and wiggled against his embrace, "let me go."

"It's criminal to let you leave lookin' like this."

She rolled her eyes again, "babe, I'm dressed for the gym - I'd hardly say I'm turning any heads in this," she said referring to her cut off t-shirt, cropped leggings, and messy bun. Still, in Nathan's eyes, Haley was absolutely breathtaking.

Nathan scoffed loudly, "you have no idea how damn hot you look, Hales. I mean, I am so har-"

"MOMMY! DADDY!"

The couple's flirty conversation hit an abrupt pause when their daughter Lydia started screaming for them upstairs.

"That's all you, Daddy," Haley shoved his chest slightly, but gave him another short but sweet kiss. "And you better fix yourself quick, or you'll have some very awkward explaining to do," she eyed the bulge in his sweatpants, blushing.

Nathan chuckled, "like I said. Your fault."

"I love you, Nathan," Haley laughed, "see you later."

"I love you, too," - he gave one last slap on her ass, then held his hands up in front of his body, feigning innocence but lacking guilt.