Tim rolled over and wrapped his arm around Calleigh's waist. His eyes opened slightly and met a pair of brown eyes, quite identical to his.
"Don't you have green eyes?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Dude, I've ha----AHHHHHHHH!"
Tim fell out of bed and Danny stared at him.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" he yelled.
"Your room?" Tim screamed, then looked around. "Holy shit this is your room."
"What's going on?" Calleigh asked sleepily, hugging Danny, who froze, from behind. Then she saw Tim sitting on the floor. "Know this house like the back of your hand huh Tim?"
She sat up, holding the blanket tightly around her.
"Oh my God." Danny said, disgusted as realization dawned on him. "You... you two... you two had sex in my bed?"
"Well... you know, you get caught in the moment and your room looks like mine in the dark..."
The door opened and Maggie's eyes widened.
"Um..." she couldn't find anything to say. "I'm sorry I interrupted something."
"You didn't interrupt anything!" Danny spat. "Mags, they had sex in my bed! I can't sleep here anymore! And Tim wrapped his arms around me!"
"Well I thought you were Calleigh!"
"I'm a lot muscular than her!"
"I'm tired!"
"Look, you three better get dressed. The cops are downstairs."
"Why?" Danny asked. Tim glanced behind him to his sister.
"There was another murder wasn't there?" he asked. She nodded.
"The Donovans." she said. "Remember, Brad? You went to high school with him? He and his wife Julie."
"Alright we'll be right down."
"Go get dressed in your room." Danny muttered.
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"We're putting squad cars on the street and observing the neighborhood's behavior. Obviously someone knows this street and who its occupants are." Det. Harmon said. "I strongly advise you take caution. We're trying everything we can to find the person behind this but he or she isn't leaving us much to go on."
Tim nodded.
"What do you have?" he asked.
"I'm not al—"
"Allowed to discuss. I work for the police too. Just give me something to go on."
"What?"
"Look I got a family to protect. I got a right to know what the hell I'm looking for." Tim snapped. Det. Harmon nodded.
"I've had a profiler from the FBI come out and make a profile on our killer. Whoever this person is isn't going for the older families. He's probably around your age and kills the younger crowd, the ones that just moved in, which surprised me. If he wants money, why not go for the older residents? They must have more money. He wants the young families for some reason."
"So it's not my parents I should be worried about. It should be my sister, brother, and wife." Tim said flatly, thinking of Calleigh, who was currently upstairs, asleep. Det. Harmon shrugged.
"Don't get so crazy yet Mr. Speedle. We could catch this guy soon."
"Yeah but maybe not soon enough. You need anything else?"
"No. That's all. For today at least. Thanks for your time." Det. Harmon let himself out and Tim went back upstairs, to his room. He got into bed behind Calleigh, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
"What happened?" she mumbled.
"Another murder. They got a few things to go on but not much." Tim replied. "You know I love you right?"
Calleigh gave him a sleepy laugh.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be married to you and carrying your child now would I?" she asked, bringing his hand up from her waist to her stomach.
"And that I won't let anything happen to you," Tim went on.
"I get the feeling that you're not telling me the whole story." Calleigh said.
"Says who?"
"Because you're acting all macho and protective."
"I'm always macho." Tim grinned. Calleigh laughed.
"Well then, more macho than usual. What did Det. Harmon say?"
"Whoever the killer is, is only attacking younger couples from the 25-40 range." Tim said, his expression turning serious again.
"So your parents are out of the danger."
"Yeah."
"But we're not."
"Kinda hoping you weren't going to notice." Tim mumbled. "Nothing's gonna happen though."
"I know. We don't even live here."
"I just want you to be safe though."
"Baby, I'll be fine."
"I'm just making sure. I don't want anything bad happening to you or the baby."
Calleigh sighed slowly.
"What?"
"We need to tell your mother."
"Cal..."
"Sweetie, she's gonna find out one way or another."
"Yes and it can be when we're safe, locked up in our house down in Miami."
"She'll fly down and annoy you then. It'll be best if we told her in person anyway. Besides, when we tell her she's going to ask if we knew at Christmas and she's going to know we knew and get mad that everyone knew except her." Calleigh said. Tim sighed and buried his face in her shoulder.
"How about... we cut of all connection with her for the next 21 years and when the baby is older, she can find her grandmother then."
"How about, you go downstairs and tell your mom."
"How about you come with me." Tim pleaded. "Baby, if we do tell her I want you there so she doesn't focus on me."
Calleigh sighed and looked over her shoulder to her husband's scared face.
"Come on."
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Twelve hours later...
"You tell her." Tim hissed. Calleigh gave him a look and kicked him in the shin, hard. "Mom we need to talk."
"What's going on?" Susan asked. Tim gave Calleigh another look and she gave him a nod. "Timmy?"
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"We um... Calleigh has something she wants to tell you." Tim moved Calleigh in front of him and wrapped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Actually I think Tim does."
"Well whatever it is, one of you better tell me. You're not getting divorced are you?" Susan asked.
"No." Tim shook his head. "Why would I want to leave her? Mom... um... we... Calleigh's pregnant."
Everything seemed to stop and Tim had the urge to grab Calleigh, run, and hide. Susan's eyes were wide and she rushed over to hug her daughter-in-law and son.
"Oh my lord! Why didn't you tell me? How far along are you? When are you due?" A thousand questions hit the soon-to-be parents and that urge Tim had was growing stronger and stronger. "Are you feeling all right? Does everyone else know? Jack, come here!"
"Mom, please don't make a big deal out of this." Tim pleaded quietly.
"Don't make a big deal?" she gasped. "Tim, this is your first child and it better not be the last! God I've waiting so long for you to give me a grandchild!"
"Yes. Since the time you caught me making out with Lisa Boone from the down the street." he said dryly. Calleigh looked at him. "What?"
"According to Timmy, she was giving him CPR." Susan said, rolling her eyes.
"She was. I choked on my gum."
"You had braces! You weren't allowed to chew gum."
"When have I ever followed the rules?"
"Ooh. Rebel." Calleigh smirked.