Calleigh looked over at Tim and smiled at him. He gave her a weak smile and she turned back to the ultrasound. Tim stared at it in shock. He felt like an idiot. For the past few weeks, since he found out about the baby, he knew the baby would be here soon but now seeing the tiny form on the screen before him made it official that he was going to be a father again, he figured and that suddenly scared the shit out of him. Another baby... five kids... diaper changing... three A.M feedings... non-stop crying... spitting up... puking... ear infections... Barney and Mr. Rogers all over again. Anna, Maggie, Danny, and Becca had been such good babies. Would this one be a terror? Would it even like him?
"Honey?"
Tim looked up at Calleigh and she gave him a worried look.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah just fine." he mumbled before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out.
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"Tim?"
He glanced around and his eyes landed on Calleigh, who was looking extremely worried.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Tim nodded and ran his hands through his hair. Calleigh and Dr. Miller stared at him.
"What's going on?"
"Well... we were looking at the ultrasound and you fainted." Calleigh said, taking Tim's hand in hers. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"No. I'm not." he finally said. "I... five kids Calleigh..."
"Please don't start this again."
"Tim, are you under any stress at the moment?" Dr. Miller asked.
"A whole shit load of it." he growled. "Do you know what it's like taking care of four kids and now I'm going to have another one? Do you know what it's like being at work non-stop and running a lab? I can't even begin to explain what the past few weeks have been like. I thought my daughter was pregnant but it turns out that Calleigh is. Don't get me wrong, I want this baby. I love it already but... I just... it's... and then I have this case at work. Something is going on with my oldest kid... I just... it's getting unbearable and now another kid is going to be added to all of this! I don't even know if I can take care of another kid!"
"Is this about yesterday with Anna?" Calleigh asked.
"I... can we talk about this later?"
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"Danny, tighten up on that bat." Tim instructed. Eric waited then threw the baseball. "And... I caught them in bed together and now she's moved out and... there's something about that kid Eric."
"I think you need to take it easy. Don't want to put yourself in an early grave." he said, glancing behind him to first base. "Hey Tommy, move up a little."
His son nodded and moved up. Danny and Tommy had told Tim and Eric that they wanted to be on a baseball team so Calleigh and Maxine forced them to coach a Little League team. According to their wives all they did was, 'sit on their asses' and a little 'father/son bonding time' would be good for all of them. So now Tim and Eric had a full team of 7-8 year olds from Tommy and Danny's class at school. They sucked but the boys had fun and Calleigh and Maxine told the guys that they were doing a good thing. Tim figured by the time the games started, they might be alright. MIGHT being the key word.
Tim looked around at his team and shook his head.
"How did we get stuck with them?" he asked quietly. "I mean Tyler's kid is sitting at second base picking his nose. Literally sitting."
Eric glanced behind him and snickered.
"Tyler said that he disassembled their computer and Carrie wasn't happy. Tyler also said he didn't want Jake joining but Carrie said he didn't need to be a computer nerd like Tyler."
Danny finally hit the ball and ran, well stumbled to first. Tommy dropped the ball and Tim laughed.
"Butterfingers." he muttered. Eric threw him a look.
"At least my boy can run." he countered.
"Hey Jake!" Tim called. The boy looked up. "When Matt hits the ball Danny's gonna run so you need to get off the base."
"Okay." Jake nodded. Tim gave him the thumbs-up sign and turned back, taking the ball from Eric.
"I'll pitch." he added, tossing the ball to Matt, a scared looking kid. He ducked and Tim sighed. "Matt, the ball isn't going to hit you. Alright? Just swing at it."
"So Calleigh agrees with Anna?"
"Of course." Tim muttered, throwing the ball again. Matt swung this time but got a strike. "Better Matt. Good job. She says that I have to let her go."
"Well... she is going to be twenty Speed."
"But you got all boys Delko. You don't get what I'm going through. I asked Calleigh if we could send Maggie and Becca off to a convent."
Eric chuckled.
"It's not funny."
"Remember the good ol' days when we didn't worry about kids?"
"Well... it seems for as long as I've known you I've always had a kid around. We can say that when we hit about 80. 'Finally the good ol' days where we don't have to worry about kids.'" Tim smirked. "I'm worried about Anna though."
"Why? She's with a good guy."
"I don't like Richie."
"He seems nice."
"They all seem nice and then they corrupt my daughter's mind." Tim said. "Tyler's here."
Eric glanced at his watch.
"It's seven. We're finished. Pack up dudes!"
Tim glanced around as his team slowly disappeared into their parents' cars.
"Hey Eric, maybe it's not the youngsters. Maybe it's us."
"Maybe." he agreed. "Tommy, get the bases."
"Danny, pack up the balls." Tim added. "But... really, do you think there's something up with Richie?"
"I told you, I like him. I think he's a good kid. Well... once you get past the piercings."
"Anna came home with a black eye." Tim said, packing up the baseball equipment. Eric leaned against the backstop.
"Did he hit her?"
"She told me she and Jess were fooling around and Jess elbowed her in the eye."
"Well Anna wouldn't lie to you. Besides she's smart. She wouldn't stay with someone who's hurting her."
"Yeah I guess." Tim lifted the bat bag into his trunk and slammed the door closed. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."
"Yep. Boss nags a lot about being late." Eric winked.
"He's gonna dock your pay a few bucks." Tim joked. "Come on Danny!"
"You too Tommy! Or I'm leaving you here!" Eric called. "But I think Max would like that. House would actually be silent for once."
Tim leaned against his Tahoe and watched Danny and Tommy walk towards the trucks.
"Jesus it's like watching a mini-me with a mini-you." he sighed.
"Yeah... that's a bad thing." Eric smirked. "Tommy, walk a little slower buddy."
"Be nice." Tim warned. "He'll remember this and when you're old he'll push you down a flight of stairs."
"Where do you come up with these things?"
"I have a lot of free time on my hands."
"Now that I doubt. I mean... you having all those kids."
"Good night Eric."
