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Father's Day

The early morning sunshine crept through the curtains as Gillian rolled onto her side. She did not want to get up. Surely it was too early? There had to be at least another hour before she had to get up and go to work. She hadn't been able to get a full night's sleep for what felt like weeks but for once she had been able to get some rest and it didn't seem fair that she had to get up.

"Hi." She couldn't help but smile as Cal kissed her hair. His hand resting on what was the beginning of her baby bump.

"Morning." She sighed as Cal kissed her again. She was suddenly more awake but still in no hurry to get out of bed.

"Sleep well?"

"Your baby seems to think the middle of the night is the best time to play soccor on my bladder and who said Morning Sickness had to start at 3 am?" Gillian groaned as she turned to face him. "What time is it?"

"Oh so when Junior in there is playing up its my baby. When everything is rosy it's ours?"

"Yeah." Gillian smiled.

"Well, its probably confused. I mean what with you being American and me English the poor thing probably doesnt know what time zone he is in."

Gillian frowned. She knew he was teasing her but she was so comfy and warm she really didn't want to get out of bed. It was only when she heard Emily getting ready for school she realised how late they were. Moments later Emily could be heard talking on the phone before her footsteps could be heard on the stairs.

"Dad!" She burst into the bedroom as Gillian gave up all hope of getting anymore rest.

"Em! Where's the fire?" Cal grabbed his robe as Emily pushed the phone into his hands.

"Aunt Sue. She's on the phone, you have to talk to her." Emily sat on the bed next to Gillian as Cal took the phone from her. The last person he wanted to talk to was his sister back in England. He looked at the small phone as if it was about to bite him.

"Cal." Gillian prompted as he nodded and stood.

"Alright sis? What do I owe this pleasure? Are you aware of the time difference? I mean it's got to be dinner time over there. I aint bleedin dressed yet." Cal began pacing the bedroom as Gillian took Emily's hand. Both women knew something was very wrong. Cal had barely spoken to his sister since their mother had died. The only contact in recent years was through their elderly father who was in a nursing home in South East London.

"Right." Cal paused. "Yeah. Yeah. Look, I'll be there as soon as I can. No. He's my old man too!" Cal hung up the phone before sitting down heavily on the bed.

"Dad?" Emily stared at him. "What happened to Grandpa?"

"He's" Cal stopped as he realised what he was about to say.

"Cal." Gillian squeezed his hand as she waited for him to continue.

"He's in hospital. The nursing home phoned Sue this morning. He's had a heart attack. Big one."

"You have to go to London." Gillian watched as he turned to face her in horror. He hated the very thought of going home.

"You have to." Emily watched as he nodded.

"I'll book a flight. God." He shook his head. "He's going to be alright. I know him, strong as a bloody ox that man."

"He's 90." Emily pointed out. "We have to go to London."

"What's this we? You've got school."

"I've got a grandfather in hospital, a pregnant step mum and a dad that's seriously stressing out. It's the holidays soon. I wont be missing much school, plus I can't stay here on my own." Emily watched as Cal raised an eyebrow.

"No, you can stay with Zoe."

"Dad."

"Let her come with us." Gillian watched as Cal closed his eyes.

"You shouldn't even be flying, let alone all that way."

"Cal." Gillian watched as Emily quietly left the room. "Don't do this on your own. Let us be there for you."

He kissed her briefly before pulling her into his arms. He wanted to see his father but he knew going back to London was likely to open a can of worms he didn't want to disturb. Sighing heavily he pulled back.

"You aren't going to let me do this on my own are you?"

"No Cal." She touched his face as she spoke. "We're together now."

"I'll book those flights then. You call Torres. She's going to have a bloody field day." He walked out of the bedroom as Gillian threw the duvet covers off. She knew the next few days were going to be eventful, especially if she was going to get Cal back home in one piece.

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A/N Should I go on? Please review.