"Uncle Tim!" yelled Wendy's son Jack.
Tim groaned and rolled over pulling the pillow over his head. Calleigh laughed. "Tim honey get up."
"I don't wanna."
"Well to bad your gonna."
"It's christmas!" yelled Jack.
"Its what?" asked Tim sleepily.
Calleigh laughed. "Jack honey don't worry about him...your Uncle has a hangover."
"I do not!" argued Tim. Jack laughed and ran out. Calleigh and Tim could hear Jack bugging his mother now.
"Mommy...whats a hangover."
"Tim!"
Tim sighed. "5...4...3...2...1..."
"Timothy James Speedle what have you been teaching my son."
"Nothing...Calleigh was the one who said it."
Wendy looked at Calleigh. For a second Calleigh was worried she was going to get yelled at. But then Wendy busted out laughing.
"Tim honey please...Calleigh...Calleigh would never teach my son bad things."
"Are you saying alcohol's bad?" asked Tim sitting up.
"Yes I am because it
destroys good men like you. Know get up were opening presents then
were going to see daddy."
said Wendy and shut the door.
"She's right Tim, everytime you hit a rough patch you turn to beer. And I don't like it."
"Well I don't really care what you like."
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"Hey dad." said Tim as him, Calleigh, Wendy, Matt, his mom, Jack, Wendy's husband Mark, and James entered the hospital room.
"Timothy son you look good. And Calleigh your looking as beautiful as ever."
"Thank you Mr. Speedle."
Patrick Speedle gave Calleigh a small smile and looked over at Tim. "Well i'm not dead sunny come over here and give your old man a hug."
Tim hesitated and gave his father a hug. "Its good to see your awake dad."
"Well its just good to see you."
"Mrs. Speedle?" said Patrick's Doctor Mealnie Bolt.
"Yes?"
"Can I see you out in the hall for a minute?"
Claudia nodded and followed the doctor out.
"So Calleigh any grandkids I can look forward to?"
"Not yet Mr. Speedle."
"Its a shame...James is still...?"
"On the market dad." James piped up.
"Yeah, Wendy already gave me little Jack over there and Matt." Patrick lowered his voice. "Just broke up with his girlfriend. Your my only hope Calleigh."
"Well..." said Calleigh slowly.
"Don't tell me my son is telling you no."
"Dad can we not talk about that please." stated Tim walking over to the window.
Calleigh gave Patrick a small smile and stood next to Tim by the window.
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"Is my husband going to be ok?"
"He's going to be just fine. I don't see why he can't go home by Monday at the latest."
"Thanks Melanie."
"Sure."
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"Calleigh wait..." said Tim as him and Calleigh got out of the car.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier."
Calleigh shrugged. "You were scared...its ok Tim it happens."
"Its just the thought of losing you or my family..."
Calleigh put a finger to his lips. "Its ok...I understand." said Calleigh and turned.
Tim smirked and picked up a handfull of snow. "Well thats good...that you uh forgive me." said Tim shifting the snow from hand to hand.
"Oh yeah and why is that?" asked Calleigh still not turning around.
"Because your gonna have a whole new reason to hate me." said Tim and through the snowball directly at Calleigh face.
Calleigh let out a scream. "Tomothy James Speedle."
"What I can't control my actions."
"Your gonna have to pay for that."
"Oh am I really?" asked Tim dramatically.
Calleigh smiled evily and picked up a handful of snow. "Don't you even think about it." said Tim holding up his hands.
"Oh so its you who gets to have all the fun?"
Tim nodded. "I'm the man of the house so yes."
"Well as fair as I know your a man. But uh...this isn't your house." said Calleigh and through a snow ball at Tim. He ducked and miss it. "Darn it!"
"Haha." said Tim and stood back up. But Calleigh through another snowball at him and hit him square in the face.
"Now that is funny." said Calleigh laughing.
Tim's family stood in the window laughing at the couple.
"You think so." said Tim picking up a handful of snow.
"Mmhmm...Bring it on CSI man!" said Calleigh. "Honey come on you wouldn't through that at your pregnant wife now would you."
Tim stopped short. "Your pregnant?"
Calleigh alughed at the site of her husband. "Honey it was a joke...chill...no wait you already are."
"Cal...that really wasn't funny."
Calleigh frowned and looked down at the snow beaneth her. Tim walked over and shoved a handful of snow down her shirt and coat.
"Now that was funny."
Tim and Calleigh began the hugest snowball fight. Well for two people but Tim stopped when he saw a black car with tented windows coming slwol down the street. The window rolled down as in slow motion.. And the next thing Tim knew a gun was being pointed out the window.
"Calleigh!" Tim grabbed Calleigh and dove behind a tree.
By the sound of it, it sounded like a machine gun. Calleigh could hear yells from inside the house but all she could feel was this weight on top of her.
The shooting stopped and the car took off. "Calleigh." came Tim's worried voice.
Wendy and Mark came running out of the house.
"Guys are you ok?"
"Calleigh..." said Tim his voice cracking.
Wendy and Mark noticed the blood stained snow. Wendy screamed and put her hands over her mouth. Mark pulled her to him.
"Calleigh...honey..." Tim removed the scarf from her kneck to check for a pulse. There was one. 'Damn it." said Tim to himself he couldn't find the bullet whole because of all the layers Calleigh was wearing. "Calleigh honey come on its not funny. Calleigh." said Tim tears slowly falling from his face. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!"
TBC...Arn't I evil. Well hey I learn from the best.