"Your what?" Nathan asked sitting down on the couch in disbelief. "But how?"
"Should we really go into that?" Ashley responded.
"No." Haley spoke up. "Please Ashley, sit down. You two should talk about this." Ashley took a seat in the recliner across the room and stared out the window. Nathan sat stunned, and Haley came back into the room with three glasses of water. Handing everyone a cup, and sitting next to Nathan and grabbing his hand.
"What are we going to do Nate?" She asked sadly.
"I…I think we should…I have no clue."
"Ok, first things first…" Haley spoke up.
"No offense but this is kind of between Nathan and I. I don't mind if you're here, but please don't offer opinions."
"Huh? Nathan?"
"It's probably for the best Hales." Nathan said taking his hand back.
"I know you're shocked…"
"I am Hales." She left the room, not wanting to complicate things anymore than they already were. She made it to her room before the tears came pouring from her eyes.
"Nathan, what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm having the kid, and I will not move to this town. I'm raising our kid in LA, where you should be."
"But…"
"Yea, Kiley. Nathan, your choice, are you going to abandon yet another child. Show up in his life years later?"
"I…"
"You don't know. Well you better come up with an answer really quickly. Because I'm not going to wait around forever."
"What do you mean?"
"Nathan, read my lips: if you choose Haley, I want you to sign over your rights so that I can marry someone who wants to be there for my baby."
"That's not fair."
"No it's not fair. Your either going to be a shitty father to Kiley, or my baby. You choose. But I will not act like Haley and let you jump in and out of my kids life."
"I…"
"I know, you can't choose. Well you have two weeks. My lawyer is drawing up the papers as we speak. Just remember that you've already screwed up your relationship with Kiley, you have a chance to be a wonderful father to my child." She kissed him on the cheek and left the house. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He went to his room and lay thinking all night wondering what he was going to do.