Nash was protective to a fault, everyone in Hawthorne House knew that, he was a southern gentleman to a fault as well, the two clashed in the best ways at times.

About a week after Avery, your sister, had gained the Hawthorne fortune, your abusive ex boyfriend, Drake, whom had given you a black eye before you left for Texas, was loitering outside the house gates, and causing you to go in a complete anxious baking tornado,

Nash was leaning against the counter with his usual cowboy hat and boots, watching you bake, silently adding in some quips here and there, some soft flirting, his usual banter, and continuously gently attempting to coax you to step away from the oven and put the goddamn oven mitts down - his words

"Darlin'?" He says after an uncharacteristically long silence from him.