Part 2: Chapter 2

Sunday morning, Haley got out a pot and began hitting it with a spoon. Nathan came downstairs yawning.

"What are you doing?" Nathan asked.

"I'm looking for my frying pan," Haley said.

"By hitting a pot with a spoon?" Nathan asked.

Haley began opening cabinets and slamming them.

"Hales," Nathan said.

Nathan walked over to Haley and held her tightly.

"I don't understand how we can be such bad parents!" Haley shouted.

"We're not bad parents," Nathan said before kissing Haley's neck.

"Don't just say that we're not bad parents in a soft tone and kiss my neck!" Haley shouted. "We are bad parents! Our 14-year-old daughter snuck off to a party and got drunk! I wouldn't exactly call that being parent of the year!"

"It's going to be okay," Nathan said.

Haley broke free and began opening and slamming doors again. Keith came downstairs and looked at Nathan.

"Daddy," Keith said. "Has Mom gone crazy again?"

"A little bit," Nathan said. "Let's go upstairs and get dressed and just you and I will go to the café and have pancakes."

"Thank you Daddy," Keith said.

Nathan and Keith went upstairs as Lydia came downstairs into the kitchen.

"Good morning Mom," Lydia said.

"Good morning Lydia," Haley said. "Do you by chance have a headache?"

"Yeah," Lydia said.

"It's called a hangover," Haley said. "You know how to prevent those?"

Lydia didn't answer.

"Don't drink!" Haley shouted.

"Mom, please," Lydia said. "My head really hurts."

"I'm glad!" Haley shouted. "Now you know not to sneak off to parties and guzzle down entire bottles of champagne!"

"I'm sorry," Lydia said.

"I know you're heartbroken, but drinking is not the answer!" Haley said. "You are only 14 and the answer is not in a bottle!"

"Okay Mom," Lydia said.

"Look Lydia," Haley said. "I love you. You're my daughter. What if Brooke and Lily hadn't been there?"

"I'm sorry Mommy," Lydia said.

"Come here," Haley said.

Lydia walked over to Haley and Haley hugged her daughter.

"You're still grounded," Haley said.

"I know," Lydia said.

"After I make you a greasy breakfast to get rid of the hangover, I have a list of chores I want you to do," Haley said.

"Understandable," Lydia said.