Chapter 8...and it isn't over yet! Or is it? Guess you'll have to read and find out.

Calleigh laid in Tim's arms, with the sun shinning into Tim's old bedroom window. Calleigh let out a small laugh. "What?" asked Tim as he looked down at her.

"I just can't believe this is your room, Tim. I mean...its not the room I'd ever picture you having. I mean its baseball themed." said Calleigh as she laughed once again.

"Hey, I was young, I liked sports."

Calleigh nodded with a smile still on her face. "Right, I forgot your a hard core Yankee's fan, you could have played pro but you became a cop instead, yadda yadda yadda."

"Who have you been talking to?" asked Tim as Calleigh lifted her head up to look at him.

"Your mother." said Calleigh softly as she inched towards his face.

"I'll kill her." Calleigh smiled and kissed Tim passionatley. Tim moaned softly and ran his hands threw Calleigh's hair. He smiled against her lips and flipped her over so that she was on her back, pinning her hands behind her head. Just then Brian Speedle decided to pick that particular moment to enter Tim's bedroom.

"Hey bro, mom says break- WHOA DUDE!" said Brian covering his eyes. "Like get a room or something."

Tim looked up at his brother. "Were in a room your just interrupting." Calleigh laughed loudly causing her to snort which caused her to cover her mouth and for Tim to look at her oddly.

"Well then, how about like a heads up or a towel on the door or something?"

Tim nodded. "Alright next time, I'll come in your room and tell you me and my wife are gonna have sex and not to come in ok?"

Brian glared at Tim. "I hate you."

"That's my goal." muttered Tim as Brian closed the door. He then turned back to Calleigh. "So, where were we?"

Calleigh smiled and sat up kissing Tim lightly. "Right about there." Tim smiled and kissed Calleigh back, but when he started to get into it again, she pulled away. "Actually I could go for some breakfast."

Tim let out a defeated sigh and dropped his forehead on Calleigh's pillow. "I hate my family."

Calleigh smiled and got dressed before heading downstairs.

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"Good morning, Elizabeth."

"Morning sweetheart." said Elizabeth as she took a sip of her coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby." said Calleigh with a smile, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. "Speaking of babies...were are my girls."

Patrick smiled. "There with great grandma Nina. I swear you bring two babies into this house, you'll never get them back." Calleigh smiled. "French toast or pancakes?"

Calleigh thought for a minute. "French toast please." Patrick nodded and handed Calleigh a plate with two piece of french toast on it.

"So Calleigh, what really brings you and Timmy here?" asked Patrick as he handed Calleigh the plate.

"Thank you, we just wanted to come and see you guys, we haven't seen you guys since the babies were born."

Elizabeth looked at Calleigh. "I think you miss understood him deary. He said really?"

Calleigh sighed and placed her fork back into her plate. "There this crazed bomber in miami, and he's been threatning, Tim. Horaito told us to take a few weeks off, to clear our heads. This has really gotten to Tim. I don't know what to do for him anymore."

Elizabeth looked at Patrick who looked down at his plate. "Well, Timmy always has been a little hard headed. Always thinks things are his fault when there not. But if its one thing I know is that Timmy will do anything for his family."

Calleigh nodded setting her glass down. "That's what i'm afraid of."

Patrick was about to open his mouth to speak when Tim chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, seriously the Speedle men did not know when to enter a room. Tim stopped walking. "Just everybody stop talking when I enter a room." Tim walked over behind Calleigh and kissed the top of her head before sitting down next to her. "So what were we talking about?"

"Our new resturant." said Patrick.

"the girls." offered Calleigh.

"My garden." said Elizabeth.

Tim looked at his parents and then at Calleigh who suddenly became very interested in her napkin. "You told them didn't you?"

Calleigh sighed and looked up at Tim with sad eyes. "They asked."

"Calleigh." said Tim sternly.

Elizabeth shook her. "It doesn't matter anyway, Timothy. Its all over the news."

"If its all over the news mother. Why didn't you call?"

"We wanted you to call us, son." Patrick chimed in. "We can't always pry you to tell us everything, we figured you'd tell us what was going on when you were ready."

"Well I'M NOT ready DAD!" said Tim standing up.

"Tim." said Calleigh.

"No!" said Tim as he threw down his napkin. "Forget it. I'll be outside." Calleigh watched as Tim walked out of the dinning room and her eyes closed when she heared the slam of the back porch door.

Calleigh stood up. "I'm sorry, I'll go after him." Patrick nodded and watched as Calleigh to left the room.

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Calleigh walked up behind Tim and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Why can't I let him go, Calleigh?" said Tim as the tears fought there way to the surface again. "Why is he constantly in my head. Those letters are constantly in my head." said Tim with so much strain on his voice that made Calleigh's heartbreak.

Calleigh turned Tim around. "I know, sweetheart."

"Just make it stop, Calleigh please."

Calleigh nodded and pulled Tim to her swaying slightly as she held him. "I will baby, I will."

TBC...