I do not own any of the characters of places in Haven

Nathan heard the doorbell tinkle as he stepped into the diner and stamped his feet on the mat to get the snow off, shaking it out of his hair as he strode up to the counter.

"Hey, Nathan," Martha greeted him with a wide smile "Pancakes?" Nathan smiled slightly in response.

"No, I'll take a blueberry pie and some chocolate cupcakes please." He said as he drew the money out of his wallet.

"A whole blueberry pie?" Martha repeated disbelievingly. Nathan smiled wider.

"For Audrey," he explained "she's been having cravings all week – on Monday it was Watermelons, Tuesday was saltwater and pickles and now it's Blueberry pie and syrup." He rolled his eyes, putting the money on the counter. Martha smiled at him and went off to fetch the pie – she came back with a large plate wrapped in tin foil. Nathan thanked her and was approaching the door just as it opened. A tall figure stepped in, blocking Nathan's way out. He was just about to complain when he saw who it was. Ever since Audrey had announced her pregnancy, Duke had been different to Nathan, kinder, and, quite frankly, it was unnerving.

"Hey, Tin-Man!" he grinned now, grasping his free hand and shaking it so vigorously Nathan almost dropped his little tower of Pie and cupcakes "How's Audrey? Heard she's getting big."

"Where did you hear that?" Nathan settled his face into an emotionless mask, the one he used when dealing with hostile criminals.

"Ah, you know – on the Grape Vine." He just shrugged and carried on smiling. Nathan nodded with narrowed eyes.

"Ok – if you don't mind. . ." Nathan motioned for Duke to move aside. Surprisingly, he slid to the side without a word. Nathan walked quickly past, not looking back as he jumped into the truck, gently placing the food on the passenger seat, and drove off.

Audrey heard the door slam shut and sat up, looking around.

"Nathan!" she called, still not seeing him "Nathan, is that you? Do you have my Pie?" Nathan rounded the corner and saw her sprawled on the couch, her eight-month-pregnant stomach rising from under a semi-smart dark blue maternity blouse. Since she had gotten visibly pregnant, she had been put on desk duty and she was sick of it. Nathan held the pie up and she squealed happily, setting aside the tin of Golden Syrup she had been eating.

"How d'you feel?" he asked, kneeling down and rubbing her stomach lovingly. She had pulled up her shirt, exposing her bare, stretch-marked skin. Nathan stroked the soft, tight skin, feeling, just feeling.

"Awful," she complained "my back's been aching from sitting down all day and I've been bored stiff." Nathan moved his hands upwards, breaking contact with her smooth skin as little as possible, so that he was cupping her face, his lips inches from hers.

"I'll see if I can make it better," Nathan crooned, staring deep into her blue eyes, and kissed her. She responded instinctively to his touch, the kiss deepening until they both broke away, breathless. Nathan looked into her eyes again and saw that characteristic glint that could only mean one thing: Audrey wasn't craving Blueberry Pie anymore.