"Mom?"

"What Jen?" Calleigh's eyes were focused on the newspaper in her hands.

"When are we going to go school shopping?"

"What?"

"Morning." Abbie smiled brightly as she walked in.

"Morning honey." Calleigh smiled. "What were you saying Jen?"

"Nothing." she mumbled. "I'll be in my room."

"Okay, have fun."

Jen sat in her seat for a few seconds, then left the room, heading towards the stairs. She bumped into Tim, who stared at her for a moment then walked passed her as if nothing happened. Jen screamed as she rolled out of bed. Her bedroom door burst open and a worried Tim and Calleigh rushed in.

"What are you screaming about?" Tim asked, helping her off the floor.

"What's going on?" a sleepy Abbie appeared in the doorway.

"Nothing, go back to bed honey." Calleigh replied. Abbie shrugged and disappeared down the hall to her room. "Jenny, what's going on?"

"Nothing." she muttered, yanking her arm out of her father's grasp. "I'm fine. Leave me alone."

"Jen..."

"Mom, leave me alone."

Tim smirked. She never said, 'Daddy, leave me alone.'

"You too Dad." Tim's grin faded. It was like Jen knew that he was happy about not being told to leave and rubbing it in Calleigh's face. How did she do that? Calleigh dragged him from the room and closed the door behind them.

"What is wrong with her?" she asked as they walked back into their bedroom.

"I don't know..."

"Yes you do know. She's been like this since Abbie came back."

"So?"

"So. You explained everything to her." Calleigh said, poking Tim in the chest. He grabbed her hand gently and pulled her closer to him. "No... don't even start..."

"Don't start what?" Tim asked innocently and dipped his head to kiss her neck.

"Don't start changing the subject and expect me to just be happy with you."

"You're not happy with me?" Tim stopped but didn't move his head.

"No Timothy, I am not."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... what's with the Timothy? What the hell did I do?" he pulled away from her and pouted.

"You obviously said something to make her upset!"

"Why do you assume it was me?"

"Because you told her about Abbie!"

"I explained it just the way you told me to and then she went crazy saying that we can barely take, well maybe she was just talking about me, can barely take care of her and Nick and how did we, or I, expect to take care of another kid. She also said she wasn't changing her life and around and I said fine, deal with it however you want."

"Go talk to her." Calleigh ordered.

"But... I wasn't done."

"With talking? There's more?"

"No. I was done with that. I wasn't done with you." Tim grinned, pulling her back to him. She slapped his chest and pulled away from him.

"If, and this is a really big if because somehow you always find a way to screw something up Tim, if you manage to fix everything, then MAYBE when you come back." Calleigh said, getting into bed.

"Ooh you're bribing me." he smirked, heading for the door. His hand was on the doorknob and he turned back to his wife. "But, I don't think I can fix sibling rivalry."

"Then I guess you you're going to sleep when you come back in."

"That was cold Calleigh."

"Mhmm."

Tim rolled his eyes and walked out into the hallway, heading towards Jen's room. He opened the door quietly and saw Jen staring at the door, wide awake.

"I don't want to talk."

"Yeah well I do." Tim closed the behind him and flicked the light switch on. Jen blinked when the bright light hit her eyes. "I'm sorry if I... screwed your life up."

"Huh?"

"With Abbie I mean, I must not have explained it right enough."

"No Dad, it was perfect." Jen rolled over.

"Then what's wrong with you? Me and Mommy are worried."

Jen laughed at that.

"Mhmm."

"We are."

"I'm sure she is but I don't know about you."

"Have I really been that bad of a father to you that you don't think I care about you?"

"I don't know. You're never here."

"Jen, look I'm sorry. I really am. You don't know how things were."

"You mean, I don't know how things were when Abbie was around." she muttered. "Why did you lie to me... actually that wouldn't be said as lying. You never even said anything. Why not?"

"When she was taken, that hurt your mother and me really bad. Things were bad between us."

"Things are still bad between you. All you guys do is fight or you ignore each other."

"No we don't."

"Yes you do." Jen said. "I've heard you two when you think me and Nicky aren't listening."

"Nicky's heard?"

"Nicky is sure that you two are splitting up and won't decide who goes with who so he's going to have to live with Grandma. I don't think he's worried about you two divorcing. He's worried about having to go live with her. I mean, I would be too. Her house smells, the cats are senile, as is she, she is a horrible cook... you know, once I found a nickel in one of her brownies and I told her and she said, 'its okay. Just keep it.' like she didn't care that one of us may have choked on her spare change."

"Okay, first of all, your mother and I may have some issues sometimes but we're not getting a divorce. And none of you are going to live with Grandma. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey, Nicky said it. Not me."

"Yeah well I think I have a good idea who put it in his head." Tim said. Jen rolled her eyes at the wall. "And I know you're rolling your eyes so stop it. Listen, I promise that I'm going to try harder at being here and at things and being closer to you and your siblings."

"Okay."

"Don't give me that. I'm serious."

"I know you are."

"I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice. I'm not stupid, however much I may act like it."

"I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong?"

"Fine! I'm sick of you not realizing that you have two kids! I hate that you favor Abbie over me and Nicky even though you've only known her two weeks!"

"Couldn't you have put that in nicer terms?" Tim asked, a hurt tone in his voice. "I don't favor one of you over the other and I'm sorry that I'm not always here and at every game or... or... do any of those things. Things are going to be different though."

"Yeah." Jen muttered. Tim shook his head and walked out, slamming the door lightly behind him. Calleigh looked up as he walked back into their room.

"Did go too well huh?"

"How did you know?"

"The look on your face." Calleigh replied.

"You know," Tim started, getting back into bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "From the moment I met you, I knew that somehow I'd marry you. And with that thought in my head, I started thinking about all the things that came with marriage. A house, a dog, kids... and I... I swore that when we did have kids, if we ever did get together, that I'd be a better father than mine was, that I'd be there for them and I'd just do everything the best I could. I haven't done any of that and I'm just like him."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is. Don't lie to make me feel better about myself. I'm a horrible father."

"Oh stop."

"You even said it."

"I did not ever say that!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Day after the conference, we still didn't find Abbie. You came up, slapped me across the face and said, 'I hate you. You are the most horrible father that I have ever come across and I thought mine was bad.'" Tim remembered. "That had to have been the worst thing that anyone had ever said to me. I realized then that I had failed as a father and things weren't going to be the same between us again. They aren't. I thought that when we got Abbie back, we could pretend that the past fourteen years hadn't happened and we could all be happy with each other."

Tim rolled onto his side and stared at Calleigh.

"I thought that we could go back to the way that we were before all of this started."