I'm sooooo sory for the delay. I've been really busy lately, but here's the new chapter. It's rather short, but I'll try to update more soon, and I hope you'll like it anyway.

Chapter Seven

It was 6:03pm, Haley had just come home. She wanted to prepare a nice dinner, knowing that the day certainly would have been hard for him.

At his office, Nathan couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. His feet working faster than his mind, he went outside and got in his car. He had something to do, something he needed to do.

He dropped down onto his knees at her grave. He touched the marble headstone and traced her name with his finger and dropped a white rose on the grass.

"What do I have to do, Brooke?" he asked.

The wind rustled. Nathan remembered her smile, Mary's was just the same.

"Why did you have to go?." he asked. "Things would be so much easier if you were still here."

"Don't worry. I'll fix this", he promised. "Your daughter will be happy. I'll make sure she does." He didn't know ,but he wanted to.

Glancing at the clock, Haley noted it was 8:24pm. It wasn't like him to be this late.

Picking up the phone, Haley quickly dialed the numbers of his cell phone before she heard the front door slam. Hanging up, she walked to the door, only to find a distressed looking Nathan

"How did it go?" she asked.

"They want me to do a DNA test. I cant' believe I didn't think of it before. I mean, I believe what Brooke said. I know Mary's my daughter, but it should have been my first idea. Just to be sure, you know." he said, sitting on the couch.
Haley to where he was was and kneeled before him, taking his hands in hers.

"You'll do the test and it will confirm that you're Mary's father. And then nobody will be able to say otherwise." she assured him.

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Nathan awoke abruptly, hhis entire body covered in a cold sweat, his breathing irregular, his eyes wildly adjusting to the dark.

Feeling impulsive, he rose from the bed, takingcare not to wake Haley and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt.

He flagged a taxi.

From across the street, the house seemed nice and cosy. A home. The house where his daughter was, sleeping, not even knowing who he was. He needed to get her.
For just a second the thought of entering the house and taking her cross his mind, but it was immediatly erased by more rational thoughts.

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