1"I don't want to do this." Tim muttered. "I hate being back here."
"Can you at least try to be cheerful?" Calleigh asked.
"I hate Syracuse. No. Let me rephrase that. I hate my family."
"Oh thanks."
"Not you." Tim said apologetically. "I can't stand my parents and my brother. I can't remember a time when I was happy with them."
"Its only for a few days." Calleigh said. "Then we'll be home, back in Miami in the warmth! Jesus how can you stand it?"
"You get used to it."
"Where are you going?" Calleigh asked, noticing they weren't on a main road anymore.
"To my parents' house." Tim replied. "We're here."
Calleigh's mouth dropped open.
"What?" Tim asked, as if it wasn't a big deal.
"You grew up in mansion." Calleigh stated.
"Good observation skills. This is my grandparents' house. They passed it down to my father when they died."
"But still... you're a millionaire. I mean... the house in itself must have cost a fortune and you obviously got money from their wills."
Tim laughed.
"No I'm not. My parents are millionaires. I'm just some simple guy that makes a living fighting the bad guys." he said, parking in the wide driveway. "Baby if I was a millionaire I'd be walking around looking like Mr. Monopoly."
Calleigh giggled. She had a hard time picturing her husband being so well groomed.
"Look... this is not a big deal."
"It is to me. Why didn't you ever say anything?" Calleigh asked.
"It slipped my mind. Please, just let's go in." Tim said. Calleigh nodded and Tim grabbed her hand. "Listen, I don't want you worrying about anything they say. I don't want you getting upset over them. They can be real idiots sometimes and if they say anything I'm so sorry."
"Tim, don't worry about it."
"Well I am." he said. "You don't deserve to have to put up with them."
"They're family." Calleigh said. "We have to put up with them."
Tim smiled slightly and kissed her.
"We better go in."
"Yeah. What about the bags?"
"I'll get them later."
"Oh the butler won't get them?" Calleigh teased.
"You're a riot." Tim smirked. "No. They don't have a butler or as far as I know they don't."
They got out of the car and Tim led Calleigh up to the front door. He sighed deeply and opened it quietly and pulled Calleigh into a grand foyer.
"Wow." she mumbled. Tim rolled his eyes and gripped her hand tightly when he heard footsteps coming from down the hallway.
"Tim!"
He forced himself to put a smile on his face and walked over to his mother, hugging her quickly.
"Hi Mom. You look good."
"So do you. Do you ever shave Timothy?" Angela asked.
"Not recently no." he said. "Mom, this is Calleigh. Cal, this is my mother Angela."
"Nice to meet you." Calleigh smiled, shaking hands with her mother-in-law.
"Pleasure." Angela said, eyeing Calleigh. "Tim, we're having dinner at six. A few of your father's friends from the company will be over. I hope you two will join us."
"Yeah. I just have to get the stuff from the car." he said quickly. "Where is Dad?"
"At the restaurant. I swear... if he's not at work, he's there. Excuse me. Oh and you can put your things in your room Tim."
Tim's mother disappeared down the hallway and Calleigh looked at Tim.
"Company? I thought he owned a few restaurants."
"He does but he's the CEO of some company along with that."
"When did you plan on telling me all of this?" Calleigh hissed.
"One day..." Tim muttered weakly. "Baby..."
"No I don't care. I'm not going to get mad at you because you have some crazy reason you hate to talk about your family. Let's go get the stuff out of the car."
"I can get it."
"Tim..." Calleigh warned. "We talked about this. I'm not an invalid all of a sudden because I'm pregnant!"
"Shh!" he led her back outside. "Don't let them hear you."
"Oh so you don't plan on telling them that in 7 1/2 months they're going to be grandparents?"
"I will! Calleigh, you don't understand how they are. They're going to go insane that we got married without them knowing. They're going to go insane when they find out we never told them. They're going to insane when they find out we've been married for a year and a half? What do you think they're going to do when we walk back in there and say, 'Oh Mom, Dad I forgot to tell you. Calleigh is my wife and she's pregnant with my child!'" Tim exclaimed.
"And who's fault is that?" she snapped, poking him in the chest. "Hmm?"
"Mine but..."
"Don't say any more. If you don't tell them, I will and I don't care if they make your life a living hell."
"You know after we're done with visit you may not have a husband."
"Again, its your fault!"
S/C----
Tim sighed and poked at his food. Calleigh inched her chair closer to his and rested her hand on his thigh. He glanced at her and saw the look on her face. He shook his head.
"So Tim what do you do?" Harry, a friend of Tim's father asked.
"I'm a crime scene investigator with the Miami-Dade Police Department." he replied.
"And you Calleigh?" Diana, Harry's wife asked.
"I'm a crime scene investigator as well." she said, smiling.
"So how long have you two known each other?" Tim's father Jonathan asked.
"Six years." Tim replied. "Mom, this is delicious."
"Oh well thank you sweetheart." she smiled slightly. "But you haven't eaten anything."
Tim turned red and took a sip of his water.
"And how long have you two been dating?" Diana asked. Tim and Calleigh looked at each other. She gave him a deathly glare and Tim sighed.
"Mom, Dad can we talk to you in the other room for a minute?" he asked. Jonathan and Angela exchanged a glance but followed their son out into the den.
"What is it?" Angela asked. Tim pulled Calleigh closer to him, his arm around her waist.
"Um... we..." Tim started and Calleigh nudged him in the ribs. "I... I haven't been very truthful with you two."
"What?"
"Calleigh and I aren't dating."
"You're engaged." Jonathan said. Angela smiled and hugged her son tightly.
"Wonderful! We'll have a wedding to plan." she exclaimed.
"Not exactly." Tim muttered.
"Oh my God." Angela murmured, sitting down. "Tim, you didn't need to force Calleigh to come up here with you."
"Mom, I didn't force Calleigh to come up here. She wanted to."
"Calleigh, I think its wonderful that you're such a good friend to Tim and are so supportive of his ways."
"Um well..." she didn't know what to say really.
"Wait what ways?" Tim asked.
"Tim, if you're gay just say it."
Calleigh bit her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud. Tim's mouth was hanging open.
"Mom I'm not gay." he said.
"Then what are you trying to say?"
"Calleigh and I are married!" Tim said quickly. "Okay? We're married. We're not dating, we're not engaged, and I'm certainly not gay!"