Woo, new chapter because I want Tommy and Tina to get back together! And I will be adding the surroagcy storyline in soon so watch this space!

For the next year, things were going amazingly well for Tommy and Tina. Joey had taken his first steps and everyone on the square were jealous of how cute their little family was.

For a while, Tommy believed that the whole thing was too good to be true. He had gotten over his drugs addiction, too. He was now starting to wait for something bad to happen. And it did.

Tommy and Tina were having a drink with Rita in the pub, while Tyrone and Fiz were looking after Joey, Hope and Ruby. Then a familiar looking man waltzed in. He was rather fat, but sturdy. He pushed his chest out to make him look like he had pride. However, when he started to talk, he was obviously drunk.

"I said, gimme a d-drink." He ordered.

"And I said, no, you've had enough, now leave this pub before I make you." Stella was stern. Now Rita had noticed.

"No... no way." She remarked, making Tommy and Tina turn look up at the bar to face him Now Rita stood up. "Terry Duckworth?"

The man turned round, facing off his opponent. "What's it to ya, lady- oh, Rita. Long time no see." He sneered. Tommy stood up.

"D...dad?" Now Terry stood facing his son for the first time in nearly 21 years.

"Hello, son." Terry started looking sincere, and Tina, still sitting at the pub table, saw right through it.

"Don't listen to him, Tommy, he's no good." Rita told him.

"Shut up, you cow." He spat at Rita. Then Tommy gave him a shove.

"Get out. Don't talk to Rita like that." In a matter of seconds, Terry turned on Tommy. He turned back round and launched a heavy punch in Tommy's stomach.

"Tommy!" Tina now leaped up to her doubled-over husband. "C'mon, let's get you home. Bye, Rita."

"Bye love."

Tommy and Tina left, the whole pub sneering at Terry.

They spent the rest of their Joey-break snuggled up on the sofa.

"Tommy, you've spent all your life without him and you're doing well, so why do you need him now?" Tina quite rightly pointed out.

"Because... it just doesn't feel right." Tommy replied, rubbing his aching stomach.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean... is that... my dad's across the road, and I'm in here. Maybe he's here because of me. Maybe he wants to make things up."

"No, Tommy, you cannot forgive him. He sold you, remember?" Tina sat up.

"No, I don't remember. I was a baby. I'm going to here him out." Tommy got up and started to put his shoes on.

"Tommy, please, listen to yourself."

"I am. I need to see him." He opened the door.

"WAIT - at least let me come with you!" Tina raced after him.

Tina spotted Tommy walking over to Terry, who just unlocked his car. Tommy wasn't sure what to call him.

"D-" He cleared his throat. "Hey, wait!"

Terry opened the car door, but stood in between it and the car.

"What?"

"W...Why are you...? What are you doing here?" Tommy managed, and now Tina was clutching his arm.

"Look, pretend I never came. You're better off without me."

"Too right." Tina put mildly. Tommy ignored her.

"Please, you've seen me for the first time... don't you want to get to know me?

"It's not about that. You've got a girlfriend."

"Er, wife, actually." Tina sneered.

"Wow. Congratulations, son."

Then a voice came from behind them.

"Hey, Tina, we've got Joey here for you." It was Fiz Stape. She handed Tina the baby and Tina gave him a cuddle. Then Fiz noticed Terry.

"Terry Duckworth?" She looked shocked.

"That's me, hello Fiona." But Fiz whispered something in Tommy's ear and then left.

"Is that...?" Terry looked longingly at the bundle of clothes in Tina's arms.

"He, is our son, Joey." Tina smiled down at him and handed him to Tommy.

"See what I mean?" Terry remarked, and Tommy swore he saw a tear in his eye. "You're better off without me. Pretend I was never 'ere." He frantically got in his car and drove off, not looking back at Tommy, Tina or Joey.