Tim smiled to himself as he watched Calleigh cook breakfast.

"You're just wasting your time." he said, announcing himself. Calleigh jumped and slammed the spoon onto the counter.

"Dammit don't do that!" she exclaimed, a smile tugging at her lips. Tim shrugged and sauntered over to her, his hands in his pockets.

"Sorry." he gave her a lopsided smile. "Like I said, you're just wasting your time."

"Why?"

"It's Sunday! Do you expect any of them to be up before two?" Tim wrapped his arms around Calleigh's waist and looked down at her, a twinkle in his chocolate eyes. "You may be their mother but I'm their father and believe it or not, they do have some of my attributes."

"Then why are you up at seven?" Calleigh asked.

"Well see, last night this gorgeous blonde somehow slipped into my bed," Tim smirked, "and she was gone this morning, so I figured I should go and find her before another lucky guy in her life did."

Calleigh smiled and, leaned up, kissing his nose lightly.

"You're a goof."

"I've heard. What are you making anyway?"

"Pancakes. Why are you hungry?"

"The question should be, 'Why are you always hungry?'" Tim smirked. "Damn, I haven't had your food in a long time and my ain't that great."

"Can we please use proper grammar?"

"Me? Use proper grammar?"

"Oh that's right. What am I saying? You're a Yankee." Calleigh teased.

"Uh you don't have good speaking either Scarlett O'Hara." Tim grinned. They stared at each other in silence and Calleigh slowly smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing." Tim shook his head and kissed her. Calleigh wrapped her arms around his neck. The doorbell rang and Tim ignored it, deepening their kiss. Last night hadn't been enough. Yes he was being greedy but he had just gone a whole year without the woman of his dreams, his wife, his beautiful Calleigh, the mother of his children, the...

"Tim, get the door."

She had to ruin it. But she'd get her punishment as she heard Tim's surprised tone and walked into the foyer.

"Christian Randall." Calleigh sighed. The federal agent smirked and took his sunglasses off. "Tim, let him in..."

Tim reluctantly moved out of the doorway and let the man in. He protectively wrapped an arm around Calleigh and Christian's smirk widened.

"It's not me you have to worry about. We need to talk."

S/C------

TBC...

A/N: Totally short yes but then it doesn't build up the suspense for the sequel. Hehehe.