"I'll be right back." Calleigh said, heading off towards the bathroom. Tim watched her retreating figure and then turned back to his menu.

"Italy huh?"

"Jesus!" Tim knocked over his water, which went flying everywhere.

"Not quite." Margaret smirked. "You think you're making her happy?"

"I asked her what would make her happy. She said, a baby, go to Italy, and for her father to stop drinking. So here we are in Venice!"

"Oh that's so sweet. It's not working."

"What do you mean it's not working?" Tim hissed. "I spent a lot of money getting tickets to go here and she's not happy?"

"Listen, I'm not fighting with you. She's coming back. I might be back later as well." Margaret walked off. The waiter came by and started cleaning up the water.

"I'm sorry." Tim said.

"Io non parlo inglese." the waiter smiled. Tim nodded, not having a clue what the man had just said.

"What happened?" Calleigh asked, sitting down.

"I knocked my water over." Tim mumbled. Calleigh smiled and looked up at the waiter.

"Scusi. Lui molto stupido."

The waiter laughed, gave Tim another water, and walked off.

"I may not speak Italian but I do know STUPID when I hear it." Tim said quietly. Calleigh smiled. "I can't read any of this."

Calleigh grabbed his menu and read it.

"What do you want?"

"Anything that tastes good and don't give me anything disgusting Calleigh."

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"What's on your mind?"

"What?"

"What's on your mind?" Calleigh repeated.

"Nothing." Tim lied.

"Don't give me that. You're tense."

"Are you happy?"

"Are we talking about this again?" Calleigh asked, sitting up.

"I meant with the trip." Tim muttered.

"Yes! I'm having a wonderful time! You know, I thought maybe this would help you relax and forget about that stupid dream but obviously it's not because you're still acting crazy!"

"I'm sorry but..."

"But what? The 20th is six days away and I better get ready to die? No." Calleigh grabbed Tim's hand and pressed his index and middle fingers against her neck. "See? I'm here! I'm still alive. I'm still breathing."

"I know but..." Tim started but Calleigh shook her head.

"No buts Tim." she rolled on top of him, leaned down, and kissed his lips lightly. "Am I gonna have to prove it to you?"

"Depends on how you do it." he finally cracked a smile and pulled her face back to his, giving her a kiss. He slowly deepened in, making Calleigh moan. Tim rolled them over so he was on top

"It's not fair." Calleigh pouted as Tim moved down to the waistband on her pajama pants.

"What's not?"

"You only have these on." Calleigh snapped the elastic band of Tim's boxers, causing him to wince. He shrugged and lifted the tank top she had on. His lips trailed over the butterfly tattoo on her hip and Tim buried his face in her stomach, trying to calm down. Why was he letting Margaret get under his skin? He was doing everything Calleigh asked. There was nothing wrong with them. They were more happy than they could ever imagine. Tim must've gotten carried away in his thoughts because Calleigh finally called him back to Earth. "I'm a bit lonely up here. Tim."

She leaned up and glanced down at him. He looked up at her, a small smile on his face.

"We're fine right?"

"Yeah." Calleigh nodded.

"Okay." Tim smiled. Calleigh smiled back, watching him for a few seconds. Tim moved up so his face was even with hers. "I love you."

"I love you too." Calleigh closed the gap between them. Tim smiled against her lips and reached behind him, turning the light off.

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A/N: again another short chapter... oh. before when they were speaking Italian. The waiter said, I don't speak english and Calleigh said, I'm sorry he's very stupid.