"Haley James?" Nathan called as he slammed the front door with his foot, grocery bags in hand.

"In here," She called from the kitchen, casually flipping through a magazine. "Hi."

"Hey, baby," He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and quickly pecked Haley's cheek, before returning to the groceries. "How was your day?"

"Oh, fine. I was at the record label all day. How was yours?"

"Same as always. Clay and I are looking at some new clients though," Haley raised her head in a subtle expression of interest as she sipped her coffee.

"Does that mean you'll be leaving soon?"

"What?"

"To go scouting, I mean."

Nathan sighed and leaned against the counter. It had been two months since he was kidnapped, and considering he still had scars on his wrists and would awake in sweat in the middle of the night, to say it was still fresh would be an understatement. "It would relieve Clay-"

Haley let out an exasperated sigh. "Nathan-"

"I know," He hushed, bowing his head low. "I won't even be out of the country. I'll barely be out of the state. The chances of something happening are-"

"One in a million? Similar to the chances of getting hit by a car as a pregnant teenager? Or getting thrown through a window and losing the ability to walk? Or more like the chances of being attacked by a nanny you hired to watch your child? Don't play that game with me." Her expression was numb as she moved from her seat at the counter and placed her mug in the dishwasher.

"Okay," Nathan said.

"Okay?" Haley raised an eyebrow, prepared for a fight.

"Look, Fortitude is a lot stronger now than before, so there's a lot less dependence on me. I just feel like I need to match up."

"Nathan, you were kidnapped. You were held at gunpoint and watched your father get shot. You took a man's life. Not only do I never want to let you go again I can't understand how you want to go!"

He furrowed his brow and wiped a hand over his face. "I can't avoid leaving forever-"

"But it's not forever!" Haley raised her voice a little. "It was two months ago, Nathan! Two and a half months ago, I didn't even know if I was ever going to see you again." Tears filled Haley's eyes as the last of her words came out choked up.

"Haley, I know. I still see it every time I close my eyes."

"Then why are we having this conversation!? Your therapist wants to put you on anti-anxiety medication," Nathan scoffed, crossing his arms. "And you haven't had a full night's sleep in months! I'm putting my foot down; you're not going."

"You're putting your foot down?"

"Yes, I am!"

Nathan laughed condescendingly, raising his brows and looking to the ceiling, sending a firey reaction through Haley.

"You know what? I can't do this right now." She raised her arms in defeat and grabbed the car keys from the aisle, walking out.

"So you're just leaving?" Nathan yelled after her.

"Hell Yes!" She screamed back, slamming the front door behind her.

Haley angrily stormed into the car and slammed the door behind her. She jammed the key into the starter and put her hands on the steering wheel, tears clouding her vision. She and Nathan didn't fight often, but when they did, it was always very firey and she hated every part of it. She broke down, leaning her head against the wheel, sobbing into it.

"Quinn?" She called out hazily, closing her sister's door behind her.

"Hi Aunt Haley," Logan came running into the doorway, hugging his aunt's legs. She knelt to his level, returning the hug.

"Hey buddy," She squeezed him tightly. "Where's your mom"

"I think she just put Lydia down for a nap." He answered, leading her into the kitchen.

"Hey Mom," Jamie greeted, going and kissing her on the cheek.

"Hey bud, how was your afternoon?"

"It was good," Jamie answered, going and slumping on the sofa. "How was yours?"

"Good thanks," She answered, smiling softly.

"Oh no tell me you are not taking them home now," Quinn whined, coming into the kitchen. "I just spent like 20 minutes reading to your daughter and she's finally asleep!"

Haley chuckled, getting up and hugging her sister. "Actually if she's just gone to sleep, could you drop her home later when she wakes up? If that's not too much trouble. Her sleep is terrible at the moment,"

"Of course not," Quinn answered happily. She did a double take at her sister, noticing the remnants of her tear-stained face. 'Are you okay?' she mouthed. Haley nodded, smiling, as a fresh batch of tears filled her eyes. "Uh, Logan, why don't you show Jamie all your comic books Daddy got you this month?" Quinn asked, trying to get rid of the boys.

"Okay," Logan grabbed Jamie's hand and led him up the staircase toward his room. Once she was sure they were out of earshot, Quinn grabbed Haley and pulled her into a tight hug, letting her cry into her chest. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"Nathan and I got into a fight," Haley sobbed, wiping her eyes.

"Oh, what over?"

"He said he wants to go scouting," Haley started. "And I said I didn't want him to and it got really heated and I was going to tell him that I'm pregnant,"

"WHAT!" Quinn shrieked, cutting Haley off.

"Oh yeah," SHe chuckled, sniffing loudly as tears continued to stream. "I'm pregnant," Her face broke.

"Aw Hales, congratulations," Quinn tried. Haley tried to smile but she couldn't stop the continuous downfall of tears.

Nathan sighed as he walked into the empty house, wiping the sweat off his face with his shirt. Sports had always been, and probably would always be, the best way for him to release all his pent-up anger. He knew he was being stubborn with Haley; he didn't want to be told what to do, and it made him act like, well, a dick. Dan Scott must've been haunting him from beyond the grave.

He ascended the staircase, quickly discarded his clothes, and jumped into the shower, washing away the grime of the day. Leaning against the wall, he let the hot water cascade down his face as he reflected on the argument. Haley was completely justified in not wanting Nathan to leave, and honestly, he didn't want to go either.

After turning off the water, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He took the shaving cream and applied it to his face, carefully shaving off the short stubble. As he went to toss the razor in the trash, something caught his eye.