Calleigh sighed and turned the plasma TV off. Tim walked in then, a scowl across his face. He slammed the door shut and locked it so they'd have some privacy.

"Hey." Calleigh said softly.

"I don't want to talk about it." Tim muttered, kicking his shoes off. He quickly went into the adjoining bathroom and Calleigh heard the shower running. She tried the doorknob and saw he left it unlocked so she went in and sat down on the lid of the toilet.

"Baby, I'm sorry I made us come up here." she said loudly. Tim poked his head out of the curtain and smiled at her.

"Like I said. You don't understand how they are. It's not your fault. I'm just not the ideal son." he said, disappearing behind the curtain again. Calleigh waited and a few minutes later Tim turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Why do you always put yourself down?"

"I don't."

"Yes you do. 'I'm just not the ideal son.'"

"I'm not! I don't fit in with the high society life they have. I'm a disgrace. You heard my mother." Tim said. "I can't please them."

Calleigh sat in the bathroom for a few minutes and then walked out into the bedroom. Tim was sitting on the bed in his Snoopy boxers, his back turned to Calleigh, and he was staring out the window at the snow that was now falling. She smiled slightly and moved behind him, her arms going around his waist, her chin resting on his bare shoulder.

"Do you remember what you told me when we got married?"

"I said a lot of things when we got married." Tim smirked. Calleigh chuckled.

"You said that you didn't care what anyone else said, only what we said." she murmured. "Now you're going against that. Why?"

"Because they're my parents. Ever since I was a kid I always thought I had to please them. I never did. Not when I won the state championship for the science team four years in a row. Not when I graduated Columbia top of my class. Not when I got accepted into CSI. Nothing. Its not just them. I can't please anyone."

"I don't know about everyone else but you please me." Calleigh said. Tim glanced at her and kissed her forehead. "They're your parents Tim. They love you. Just because they don't show it doesn't mean they don't."

"They're not your ordinary parents Cal. They... they've got expectations and I don't fill any of them."

"Oh stop. Every parent has expectations for their child. I don't want our son or daughter turning into a drug addict and a murderer."

Tim chuckled.

"Yeah no one does but I was supposed to be this big CEO that makes millions and live in Trump Towers and marry some woman that bowed down to my every need."

"Well you got at least one of those." Calleigh smiled.

"Yeah but I mean... they wanted me to marry one of the Stepford Wives. You at least have a mind of your own, have faults, force me to do things I don't want to do, and go against what I say."

"Like what?"

"Like shopping."

"Speaking of shopping... when we get home can we start on the nursery?"

Tim laughed and turned around.

"You must love this."

"You don't?" Calleigh asked.

"Of course I do but I mean you're being allowed to spend hundreds of dollars shopping when I'd usually get mad at you for doing that." Tim replied. "I'm sorry about everything."

"Don't worry about it. So who else of your family do I need to meet?"

Tim groaned.

"There's no one else, except my brother, Andrew. He's nine years younger than me." (A/N: I know Tim's brother is 13 years younger than him but... its fanfiction.)

"I suppose he's just as bad?"

"Andrew is the ideal son. He's 21 and already up-and-coming in his company. He works with my father. Supposedly he is at his fiancee's family dinner tonight but he'll be home tomorrow."

"He's 21 and engaged? I thought he was a bit older."

"Yes. They won't be getting married for at least three years though. They need the perfect wedding because they're perfect people. Andrew is everything I'm not."

"Then he's nothing huh?" Calleigh said. Tim smiled. "Tim, baby I don't care how everyone else wants you to be. I wouldn't want you any other way than you already are."

Tim leaned over and kissed her softly, his hand resting on her stomach gently.

"I'm sorry you had to hear all of that. Your grandparents are mean to Daddy." he murmured. Calleigh rolled her eyes. "What? She can hear me."

"She? I didn't know you magically knew." she smiled.

"Well a girl would be nice. I don't mind either way. Just as long as our baby's healthy." Tim said, kissing her again, longer this time. "Besides," kiss, "You," kiss, "Bought," kiss, "All," Calleigh let out a moan as Tim kissed his way down onto her neck, "Girly things."

Tim slipped a hand under Calleigh's shirt and she shrieked.

"What?" he asked, alarmed.

"Your hands are freezing!"

"Sorry." Tim grinned his sexy grin and went back to kissing his wife. Calleigh slipped her arms around him and pulled them both down onto the bed. There was a persistent knock on the door and Tim pulled away from Calleigh. "I'll kill whoever is at that door."

"Well we know its not Delko." she grinned. Tim turned red, remembering all the times Eric had walked in on them in some situations. He pulled a t-shirt on over his bare chest and Calleigh pouted. She had liked the view. Tim snickered slightly and went over to the door, unlocking it. He opened it slowly and sighed lightly.

"Andrew."