As suspected, Haley is pregnant.

She has no idea how she's going to tell Morgan but she knows he's going to be beyond the moon excited about being a dad.

Morgan's currently playing a couple rounds of golf with Michael at the Troubadour in Nashville while Caleigh and Haley are sight seeing the city. The soon-to-be mom gets the bright idea to surprise them at the golf course.

Haley and Caleigh are sitting on the tailgate of Michael's truck with the pee stick and sonogram clenched in her clammy hand.

"There they are." Caleigh mumbles before hopping off the tailgate. "Hey boys!" She greets, waving her manicured hand toward them.

"Hey!" Morgan grins at his wife, wrapping her in a tight hug. "Whatcha got there?" He points to the items in her hand. She smiles as she hands them over, that pretty grin only widening at the look she's given. "I'm gonna be a dad?" He whispers in slight shock. "Are you serious?"

"Yep."

"I'm gonna be a dad!" He shouts, laughing loudly as he spins her in another tight hug. "Holy shit, Hales!"

Haley laughs, pressing her forehead against Morgan's shoulder. "I've got an appointment next week to see what it is."

"Oh my god. Can I go with? Wait no, I don't want to know-"

"Dude." Michael laughs, his arm around Caleigh's shoulders. "We're gonna get going."

"Yeah, us too." Haley says, smiling at the two.

"See y'all later!" Caleigh shouts, following Michael back to his Ford.

***

It's a relatively quiet drive to the doctors aside from the old country music fading in and out on the radio and the occasional soft squeals from Morgan.

"What do you think it is?" He asks, taking the exit off the highway.

"I hope it's a boy." She says, subconsciously running her hand over her slightly swollen belly. "What about you?"

"I hope it's a girl. I feel like I'd be a kick ass girl dad." He smiles over at her. "You're gonna be a good momma regardless of what we have."

"Pfft."

"I mean, look at your family." He says as he looks out the drivers side window before turning right at red light. "Your momma is such a great woman and your dad-" She sniffles at the mention of Clay.

It's been a year, maybe longer since Clay left them and it still hurts every day.

"Hey." Morgan whispers, reaching over to pats her knee. "He'd be head over heels that his little girl's having a kid."

"Stop." She whispers, looking over at him with tearful eyes. "Fuck, I still miss him."

Morgan says nothing as he pats her knee again, giving it a gentle squeeze before turning his attention back to the road.

The young couple turns into the doctor's office and Haley takes in a shaky breath. "Man, I don't think I've felt this nervous in a long time. My heart feels like it's gonna fall outta my ass."

Morgan laughs and slides out the drivers side then rushes to her side to guide her out of the truck. "We should just go home. We can guess what it is-"

"Hales," Morgan shakes his head as he pulls the door open. "It'll be fine."

"I dunno, somethin' feels weird-"

"Good thing we're at the doctors." He says then nudges her to sit in a chair so he can sign her in.

Haley anxiously bounces her knee, her sweaty grip around Morgan's hand as he gently brushes his thumb across her knuckles.

"Haley Wallen?" A nurse calls out.

At first, Haley shakes her head, her heart pounding in her chest. She's got herself so worked up that she's starting to get a little dizzy. She's always hated doctor's offices and appointments, ever since she was little.

"C'mon." Morgan whispers, tugging her hand to get her to her feet. He keeps his arm around her waist as they head back to a room.

The nurse says something but Haley isn't listening, her blue eyes stuck to the ugly cream colored tile floor. "Huh?"

The nurse gives a soft chuckle, "You don't gotta be nervous, baby." She says, patting her hand comfortingly. "Today, we're just doin' an ultrasound to see what your little bean is up to, okay? No bloodwork, no testin', just lookin'." She takes a deep breath and nods. "Okay, lay back."

Morgan guides her back against the upright chair, running his fingers through her hair and that by itself calms her the rest of the way down.

"Do y'all wanna know the, uh, gender- wait."

"Wait? Wait what?" Haley's eyes go wide as she leans up on her elbows, that panic returning and her heart pounding in her throat harder than before. "What's wrong? Is everythin' okay?" Morgan puts his hands on her shoulders, gently squeezing them.

"Genders."

"Genders?"

The nurse swivels the screen toward them better, tapping and clicking a few things before the image changes to another view, her gloved pinkie pointing to the small blobs.

"Twins."

***

It's been a few days since the shock of twins has set in. Morgan is over the moon about it while Haley is more stressed now that she knows she's carrying a fucking litter.

"Any name ideas?" Morgan asks quietly from his spot on the couch, his legs stretched out and crossed in front of him on the coffee table.

"I kinda wanna use Mack for somethin'." She answers, sitting next to him with a big bowl of popcorn in her lap. "Or Clayton, y'know, for my daddy."

"Of course." He nods, taking a handful from the bowl. "Do you want names that sound the same or rhyme or whatever?"

"Nah, I want our boys to be separate individuals. I don't want them to sound the same." She mumbles around a mouthful of popcorn. "Maybe start with the same letters but that's as far as I want them to go."

"Okay." He nods. "That sounds cute."

Haley sighs, rubbing her tired eyes. "I'm ready for bed."

"Then go to bed, I'll be up in a sec." Morgan says, leaning over to kiss her gently.

Haley nods and yawns, grunting quietly as she gets to her feet. "Goodnight. I love you."

Morgan grins at her, his heart full of love. "I love you too."

When she's up the steps and out of the den, Morgan heads into the living room to start fiddling around with a couple song ideas he's had since they woke up this morning. He scribbles everything down, hoping it's all legible then he messes with some guitar chords.

He has no idea what time it is when he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders. "I thought you were comin' right up?"

"Sorry, I got, uh, distracted." He mutters back, clicking his tongue as he writes something else down. "What time is it?"

"Almost two in the morning." Haley whispers, brushing her thumbs across the stray curls on his neck. "C'mon, I wanna cuddle with my baby daddy." She says with a tired smile on her face, tugging on his hand.

He chuckles and closes his notebook, following her up to their room.

***

"Y'know what I want?" Haley asks from her spot on the chair.

"Hmm?" Morgan hums back, hyper focused on the furniture he's busy building for their children.

"I think you know what I want." She whispers back in a sultry tone, looking her husband over. She's never felt so attracted to him before, the way he's using tools with a screw between his teeth as he reads the instructions.

He glances up with furrowed brows before it hits him. "Is that- can we do that?" He asks, his screwdriver holding hand on his hip.

"Yeah."

"I don't want-"

"Holy fuck, man." She groans, standing. "You gonna fuck your wife or not!?"

"Don't get an attitude with me, Hales." He mutters, looking down at the instruction sheet in front of him.

"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do 'bout it?"

Morgan can see the smirk she's trying so hard to hide and he chuckles to himself. He suddenly throws the screwdriver and the small plastic baggie of screws to the floor and makes his way over to his wife, cautiously pushing her back against the freshly painted wall, lips against hers.

He can feel the smirk against his lips and a deep chuckle ripples from his chest. His rough hand slides from her hip to the protruding bump between them. "Bedroom- mmm, now." She pants, grabbing the front of his shirt, tugging him down the hall.