In all reality, Ty should have seen it coming before he did. He was verbally attacking the man and outright condemning him for his past mistakes.

Tim was up out of his seat after hitting Ty, bringing the whole table up with him as he grabbed handfuls of Ty's shirt tight in his fists. Ty managed to get his hands between Tim's to knock his arms away then gave him a hard shove in the chest to drive him back and create enough space to put some power behind his arm as he drove his fist hard into Tim's jaw.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Amy shouted. Being closest, she was the first to get herself between them, both Tim and Ty hesitating to throw any more punches with Amy there in the line of fire. They just continued their non-verbal assault by piercing each other with their enraged glares.

"Ty, please." Amy reached out to him, carefully wrapping her hand around his arm, still poised and ready to hit Tim as many times as necessary to get the point across. But Amy's voice broke through the rage, his eyes dropped from Tim to hers, air heaving into his chest. He lowered his arm slowly, his hand still folded into a fist, jaw popping as he clenched his teeth to get control of himself.

"What is the matter with you?" Amy turned on her father, feeling anger, and even hurt, surging through her.

"Me? Did you hear the way he just talked to me? You're loving husband just called me a shitty father." Tim rolled his shoulders, straightening his shirt and getting the little bulge that was pulled up tucked back into his jeans. He was still hitting Ty with his irate stare, but kept his distance, even backing up a step or two.

"Well, Dad, you certainly weren't the greatest before mom died and you aren't much better right now either," Amy scolded him, not even feeling the least bit guilty at the slightly wounded look that crossed Tim's face and made his scowl falter.

"Amy…" Lou started gently, not wanting there to be an even wider rift created between them all. Amy was upset, everyone was by Tim's harsh words by some degree, but Ty ripping open those old wounds in Tim made him no better.

"So you're just going to defend him?"

"He's my husband, Dad."

"I'm your father. I've always been your father, whether I've been there or not."

"But you haven't been there! You missed ten years of my childhood and then spent the last eight of them pushing… just… pushing for more and more out of me. I know you want what is best for me, but you don't know what that is anymore, Dad. I'm happy. Why can't that be enough?" Amy's voice grew quieter and gentler as she poured herself to her father, watching his expression too start to soften.

"That's enough for you? It's not enough, Amy. I know it's not. The further along in this pregnancy you get, the more you're going to realize just how much you're going to have to give up to have this family. You're not going to be able to climb into that round pen with a damaged horse and chase him around, or even ride for that matter. It takes a lot to raise a family, Amy. Are you really sure you're ready to give up what you love?"

There were some instances in his little speech that Amy was ready to cut in and once again put him in his place. Tim didn't know what it took to raise a family because he missed out on a lot of his children's lives. It might not be entirely too late for Shane, but he was certainly old enough to remember life without Tim and living the lie Miranda fed to him in his younger years. It seemed everyone thought better about bringing up Shane right now though, not finding it appropriate to bring him in to this argument.

He was right about one thing, though, and that was whether or not Amy was ready to back off from her work with troubled horses. It was dangerous enough for her to be with them, and that risk was doubled now that she was carrying a child. She knew Ty wouldn't allow her to continue with that work for long, if at all anymore, but if Amy had her way she'd do it until it was physically impossible anymore.

"Working with horses isn't the only thing I love anymore, Dad. You know I'd never give that up, but Ty and I want a family. It was going to happen eventually, why not now?"

Ty jumped in then. "We know this isn't the most ideal situation or best time-"

"Oh, you think?"

"But…" Ty continued, ignoring him again. "I'm not in school anymore, Scott's hired me full-time, and with Mrs. Bell and Wade covering my tuition I don't have any student loans to pay off. We will figure it out, Tim. I can promise you that."

"Oh, you can?"

"Yes," Amy insisted. "You used to expect me to carry all of this responsibility with school, and Storm, and show jumping and working with the other horses, but now you don't believe Ty and I together can make this work?"

"I just think you have more to do with your life before starting a family, Amy. There's so much more out there in the world for you to take on. But… you obviously have your minds made up so…." Tim raised his arms in surrender, grabbing his hat and setting it onto his head.

"Is that what it was like for you?!" Amy was again raising her voice, suddenly under the assumption that Tim felt like this baby was going to ruin her life. "Did mom getting pregnant take away all of your hopes and dreams? You sure have a lot of belt buckles for your life getting ruined."

"No.. Amy… honey that's not what I meant…"

"It sure sounded like it, Tim." Jack chimed in rather harshly.

Tim rubbed his hands over his face. "That's not… the happiest days of my life were when you girls were born. But, you're right, I was gone… a lot. On the road still trying to fulfill my own dreams and I regret that, I do. Which is why I don't want that to happen to you. You have plenty of time to have children. Use this time to reach your highest potential, take that road trip to Vegas you and Ty were talking about, expand your clinics… find your dream ranch. Don't put it all on hold so soon."

Amy's harsh words died again from her lips as her face softened and she took in what Tim said, shaking her head slowly. "It's too late, Dad. We're having this baby."