Author's Note: Hey guys, I made it back from the storm and finally have power. So I have two updates for you, one for this story and one for LTB. This chapter mainly focuses on LH, but we get some NH at the beginning and end that I think will make you all very happy. There's some BL in the middle too. At the very end you'll see I took something from episode 602 because it was such freakin' love that I had to add it. Remember with this story everything in Season one happened, expect they didn't elope the night Nathan proposed.

I hope you all enjoy this, it was really fun to write because LH mean the world to me. NHL own my heart and I love writing their relationships with each other.

A big thanks to all the reviews. Baby Scott will be making his appearence very soon, but not before our poor very pregnant Hales suffers a bit longer in that hot NY heat. ;) Making everyone else suffer with her. Haha.

Thank you to Ha, for doing an amazing job beta-ing and to Susan for getting me a title. Love ya!!

Chapter Twenty One "You Could Be Happy"

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Snow Patrol

Nathan strolled into the kitchen, stopping cold and growing immediately hard when he caught sight of his gorgeous girl standing topless in front of the open freezer. "Hales, I'm pretty raw from last night and you're definitely not playing fair." He smirked, coming up behind her, encircling her very pregnant belly.

She leaned back for a second before turning and pushing him off her, "Ugh you're too hot."

"Um, I'm not the one standing in front of the fridge wearing only in a purple thong."

She grinned, "I didn't mean that kind of hot, but now that you mentioned it, I'd love to see you try it on." She leaned forward and kissed his jaw, once, twice…

He grabbed her cheeks between his palms, pulling her mouth to his eager one for a deep breathless kiss. "That…will never happen," He smiled against her lips catching his breath.

"So, are you really that raw, Baby?" Her sultry voice asked, circling one of her swollen nipples with her fingers for his viewing pleasure.

Groaning, his cock began to pulsate and he wrapped his arms around to carefully lift her onto the kitchen island. Brushing a loose strand that had fallen from her loose ponytail, he shook his head as he gazed at her. "How is it possible after going all night and three times again this morning you still can get me as horny as a teenager?"

She shoved his boxers down and hooked her legs around his ass. "I don't know and I don't care, just screw me."

Her demand was playful yet left no room for argument, not like he would have. His hot as hell pregnant wife and yes he was calling her that now, a piece of paper didn't make a damn bit of difference, was spread out in all of her glory, begging for his dick. It didn't get any better than this.

Her lips were attached to his neck, sucking, and licking, driving guttural moans from his throat.

"Nathan…" She began when she reached his earlobe, rolling her tongue around it before uttering the one command that would get him back to the task at hand, "Stick it in."

"God," He grunted, pushing her panties to the side and when his lips locked with hers, he shoved himself through her sweet, intoxicating folds.

Immediately, he started pumping hard and fast just the way he knew she wanted it. The night before they'd varied from achingly slow to hot and frenzied, from the bed to the wall, to the shower and even their bench that would now follow them wherever they went in life.

Titling her pelvis up, Haley clutched his neck as their tongues mimicked their lower halves, his hands massaging her stomach holding her in place.

The pressure was building in them both, forcing their mouths away from each other to gasp for air. His head dove into the nook of her neck, "I can't get enough of you." He murmured into her petal soft skin, opening his mouth to taste it.

"Me either…GOD!" She screamed the last word, her orgasm unstoppable.

He leaned back to watch the rapture flood her features, while he felt her muscles clench around him with each powerful thrust She began to whimper as her orgasm subsided and that sound combined with all the other sensations she was invoking in him had him unleashing a torrent of cum within her.

Jesus, he was shocked he had any left and yet she was milking him dry once more.

She ran a hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, "You definitely know how to satisfy that craving of mine." She grinned, slanting her mouth over his for a long lingering moment, both relishing in the afterglow.

The apartment door swung open, with Nathan still inside her and Lucas appeared, a pissed off expression set on his face. "I guess lunch is off." He averted his eyes, but spoke directly to Haley.

"Oh, Lucas, I'm so sorry," She pushed Nathan back, forcing him to leave her body, his home, both inwardly flinching at the emptiness they always felt when they parted.

"It's fine, Haley." Lucas turned to leave, but Haley stopped him.

"Luke, just give me five minutes." She crossed her arms over her chest and took off to get dressed.

Nathan pulled his boxers back up from his ankles and faced his brother, "You can wipe that disgusted look off your face. Your little Haley does have sex."

"That's not what I'm disgusted by. I saw the ring."

Opening the fridge, Nathan took out a bottle of water, "She always did have more faith in me than you."

Lucas stayed by the door, "She has faith in everyone and it usually backfires."

"Fuck, Luke. Can you give it a rest? Seriously, what has changed? Haley and I were always going to spend our lives together, ring or no ring."

"If that was true, you wouldn't have left her for five years."

Slamming down his open water bottle, causing some to splash out, Nathan went rigid, "Don't you fucking dare poison her against me. You want to be a dick to me, fine, but she's happy, whether you like it or not and if you ruin that for her, you and I will be right back where we started at the Rivercourt, nothing but hate between us."

Not catching the tension, Haley breezed back into the room, her ponytail perfect and her white empire waist tube dress floating over her curves. "All right, baby," She went to Nathan and pecked his lips, "Don't miss me too much."

He reached up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip, a loving smile directed at her. "Impossible."

She giggled, bubbling with bliss, "Right back at you."

Strolling to her other favorite boy, she looped her arm through his, "I want something greasy."

Bending down, he kissed her cheek, "Your wish is my command."

"Love you!" She tossed behind her to Nathan and he echoed it back before she disappeared through the door.

He stared at the closed door for a good five minutes, praying she still wore that same brilliant smile when she returned.

…

"So, how are you and Brooke?" Haley asked, as she took a huge bite of her chicken finger, dipped in country gravy.

"Good. Really good."

Haley tilted her head, appraising him. "You gonna marry her?"

He spit out the sip of tea he'd just drank, "What?"

"Well, let's see. After five years apart, you two fall back together like nothing had ever happened. She's spent almost every night with you and I know you're not the type to date anyone if it isn't going anywhere. Not to mention, this is Brooke, the girl you told me you'd never hurt again given the chance. So, I'm thinking it's only natural."

"We're not you and Nathan." Lucas tossed back, a hint of resentment attached.

She quirked an eyebrow, "What's that suppose to mean?"

"It means everyone holds you two to this standard, even me I guess. You're like this epic love story that people will write about a hundred years from now and probably make a damn movie that will put "The Notebook" to shame."

"Lucas, Nathan and I did spend five years apart. Not the best love story."

He smiled at that, in spite of his current feelings, "The greatest love stories always have obstacles, that's what makes them great."

Now Haley smiled, "Brooke said that same thing to me."

Luke reached for Haley's left hand, picking it up and eyeing her ring, "When were you going to mention this?"

She shrugged, "I guess it feels so natural, didn't see the need. It's like it's always been there."

"It should have, but it wasn't." He dropped her hand as if it was on fire.

Her face fell. "What's going on, Luke? You're running hot and cold on me. I thought you'd be happy. In fact, I was going to ask you to give me away since we're going to have to do this quick and I have no idea where my parents are."

Her words halted him, tearing at his heart. "I can't Haley…I could never give you away." He said softly, locking eyes with her.

"In general or to Nathan?"

She watched a string of emotions flash in his clear blue orbs.

In truth, Lucas knew it was in general, but it was harder with Nathan. Even if this was five years ago, giving her away to his brother would have killed him. She was his Haley, she had been his world since he was five years old. A part of him would always be a tad bitter that Nathan had taken that world from him. He had been supportive of them and still was to a point, but something about her saying "I do" would cement the change forever. She would be Nathan's and not just his anymore.

"I don't know Haley…I just don't want to ever see you hurt."

Getting up from her chair across from him, she went and sat beside him and intertwined their fingers on his thigh, "Luke, being without Nathan hurt me more than anything he ever did to me. It took me awhile to realize that, but I have. I love how protective you are over me. I have three brothers and they've never had a hold on my heart like you. You've been my family since you beat up Johnny Hicks for trying to look up my dress the first day we met."

Lucas squeezed her hand, "Does this mean I can beat up Nathan for what he was doing to you when I walked in?"

"Ha ha," She bumped his shoulder, "Anyway, what I was trying to say is that while I cherish that about you, you have to understand that sometimes you can be protecting me from the good too. Nathan made his mistakes and I haven't been an angel either."

"Haley…"

She stopped him, "No, you missed five years of my life too, by my own choice, but still. I was a bitch, treated guys like crap, not letting them get close, mostly because they weren't Nathan. I was miserable without him. I mean I functioned, had some good times, but at the end of the day I still ached for him and you too. I need you both in my life, always have, always will."

"You didn't need him before junior year."

"Yes I did. Maybe you didn't see it and I didn't know it was him I needed, but there was something missing in my life, something that would make me feel alive and that was Nathan."

She was right, he'd never seen her more alive than she was when she was with his brother. That was part of the problem and yet he loved her enough to want that happiness for her more than anything else in the world.

He sighed and pushed his plate further away from him, clearly not hungry. "You'll always be between me and him, you know that, Hales? Even when we get along, we still compete for you."

"I know and I'm a damn lucky girl," She grinned and he laughed. "But you're brothers and while you both still may compete over me, I want you to keep uniting over me too. Bringing the two of you together in high school is one of my greatest accomplishments. Don't take that away from me Luke and don't take that away from this baby because I know he has that same power."

Bringing his free hand to her stomach, he felt his nephew kick as if agreeing with his mother, "Cheap shot, James, bringing in the kid to help."

"Scott." She clarified and he looked up, "It's Scott now. Haley James-Scott, which means you're stuck with me forever."

"Forever started when we were five, Hales." He promised her, "But you're right, right about it all. It's not just you and me anymore, I need to accept that."

She placed her hand over his, resting on her belly, "We're all going to be happy, Luke. I can feel it."

"Yeah, we are," He affirmed, the littlest Scott kicking wildly.

"But Luke," Her words commanding him to meet her eyes, "Just like Nathan and I have this great love story, we do too, just without the really hot sex." She teased.

He kissed her temple, "Damn straight."

…

Brooke was painting her toenails in a Chanel blue when her doorbell rang. "Ugh, what the fuck?" She bitched, wobbling on her heels to answer. Swinging the door open, she was greeted by Luke on his knee.

"Marry me," He held out a black velvet box and she instantly started to laugh.

"Are you crazy?"

He stayed on the ground, "About you," he replied with a goofy grin.

"Luke, we've only been back together for…" She paused to think.

"Eight months, two weeks and five days," He finished for her, opening the box to show her a dazzling square cut emerald flanked in diamonds.

She gasped. It was stunning. It wasn't a typical engagement ring, something she'd always said she never wanted and her favorite color was green, despite all the red she wore, and only those that truly knew her realized that.

"This is out of nowhere." She finally stumbled out, her sight still transfixed on the sparkler.

He nodded, "I know, but I had a talk with Haley and it's not just me and her anymore."

Brooke tore her eyes from the ring to give him a questioning look.

Continuing he cradled her left hand, "I know that doesn't make sense, but when we were little it was me and her against the world and I guess it always felt safer to both of us if it stayed that way. When I moved here and got her back, I still felt it was just us, even when she loved Nathan and I loved you, but that was holding us back…holding me back. It doesn't just have to be us; it can be all of us. A family, Brooke, with best friends, aunts, uncles, kids running around, a real family, and I want you in that family…I want you to be my wife."

Tears slipped down her freshly washed cheeks, not an ounce of make-up on her. This wasn't what she pictured when she imagined this moment. She would have poured herself in a dress, her make-up would have been flawless, and she would have been dripping in jewels at the fanciest restaurant and yet standing before him in her juicy sweat pants and oversized t-shirt, her hair pulled back with a headband, expecting a day to herself, she suddenly couldn't picture it any other way.

He was a boy she had loved since she was sixteen, asking for her heart, for the rest of his life and that was all that mattered. "Yes." She squeaked out, too frightened to say it any louder for fear she'd wake herself up from this dream.

"Yes?" He repeated, wanting to make sure he heard her right.

"YES!" She finally screamed, not caring if it was a dream anymore because if it was she just prayed she would never wake up.

In one swift motion, he slid the ring on her finger and jumped up to twirl her around. "I love you, Pretty girl."

She grinned and their lips met. "I love you too, boyfriend…I mean fiancé. Eek, I love that word!"

He laughed and knew deep down somewhere Haley was laughing with him, knowing he was as happy as she was that very moment.

…

"Colby?" Haley questioned, her snug t-shirt pulled up under her breasts, a book of baby names in her hand, as Nathan rubbed vitamin E oil over her bump, something he did every night for her.

He grimaced, "Um no."

"Conner?"

"Hell no."

"David?"

Again, he grimaced, "Too close to Davis and I sure as hell won't have our kid with a name in any way associated with Brooke."

Haley chuckled and he felt her belly shake with her laughter making him smile, "Well, she and Peyton will be the co-God mothers."

"And that's enough influence." Nathan added.

"Oh that reminds me of something. Not the best topic, but we should make out a will."

He paled at that, "Why, nothing is going to happen to us."

"Nathan, you never know and I don't want to take the chance of your father or one of my crazy sisters fighting for custody."

Bowing his head, he nodded, "Definitely. So, who were you thinking?"

She didn't hesitate, "Lucas. He's your brother and has been my family more than my own."

Nathan felt an initial uneasiness, but in his heart, he knew Lucas was the right choice. "I'll call my lawyer in the morning."

She pushed up from the pillows supporting her back and kissed his cheek, "I love you."

"I love you too, Hales more than you know and you too," He bent down and spoke to their son.

An idea came to Nathan. "Lucas."

"Huh?" Haley laid back down, scanning the pages of the book.

"Lucas should be the middle name. If he never had the balls to face me on the Rivercourt, who knows when we would have gotten together and you're right he's the closest family we have."

Haley's eyes filled with tears. "I love that you didn't say "if" we would have gotten together and I love how thankful you are to Lucas for that."

"There is no if Haley. Maybe it would have taken ten or twenty years, maybe only a few months, but we would have found our way. Hell, I was crushing on you the first time I saw you in the hallway with Tim, even if I couldn't admit it."

"Well, you want to know a secret?"

"Always," He smirked.

She bit her bottom lip, a bit shy in confessing this, "At that first away game you asked me to come to, you were the Scott who I was cheering for. You were like a rock star out there."

His eyes went wide, "Seriously? That would kill Luke if you tell him that," He laughed.

She shoved at his chest, "Well, it's true and when you gave me the nod, I almost melted right there. I bet you don't even remember that."

He didn't miss a beat. "You sat with Keith, wearing that goofy hat. I scored 35 points that night, and each basket was like my own personal version of a Haley James pick up line."

Her eyes twinkled with delight as she beamed at his admission, "It worked."

His eyes dropped to her bump, then to hers, "I'd say."

They both dissolved into laughter and he climbed on top of her, claiming her mouth with his to turn that joy into a whole other realm of pleasure.

This was happiness, complete and utter happiness. There would surely be hard times ahead, naturally, but the good times, oh the good times would always trump all.

Cath