If you could be anywhere

Timothy

Kinda smut warning

///8 months later///

My phone buzzes on my desk I take a bite of salad and see an unknown number thinking it was just a telemarketer. "Hello?"

"Callie..."

My heart froze in place. My sister's husband's , my best friend, mom spoke into the phone. "Hi Jenny what do you want."

"I was diagnostic with Dementia."

"You haven't bothered to call me in 8 years!"

"I'm sorry but Timothy can't stay with me and you're now his legal guardian."

It had been 8 years since the car crash that killed my sister, her husband, and 3 of their kids, and nearly killed me, the only one to survive was Timothy and I, since he wasn't in the car at the moment. "What do you mean Jenny?"

"I'm sorry I haven't bothered to call. But Timothy needs you. When can you come back to Tennessee to pick him up before I go into a nursing home?"

My face in shock " I have 3 kids Jenny! Not that you'd know since you haven't gave two craps about me since Dillon died. I also have a husband!"

"Would Margo want this us fighting over Timothy?!"

"Margo is DEAD she's not coming back! I- let me discuss this with Spencer, I mean my husband. Goodbye Jenny it's not my fault they're dead."

"Yes it is you were driving!"

"IT WAS A DRUNK DRIVER! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING JENNY!!" I harshly hang up my phone.

Then I realized everyone in the bullpen was staring at me. I hop onto the elevator I rush outside. I sit on the bench outside of the building the cold winter air hitting my face.

I feel it getting hard to breath. JJ comes out after me she sees me gasping for air with tears and all kinds of makeup all over my face. "Cal you're having an anxiety attack put your head between your knees."

I stay in the position until I'm able to breath normally again. "Spencer's on his way to pick you up." She says wiping the tears off my face.

Spencer gets there in record time. "Is she okay what happened?!" He runs up to where JJ and I were.

JJ takes her hand off my shoulder. "Spencer she was screaming into her phone I don't know who she was screaming at she left and I followed her she was having a major anxiety attack." She tries to calm him down.

He grabs my hand and takes me to the car. We get in it's silent the whole drive to the house. When we get out I rush in the kids where at daycare and Spencer took vacation days to help around the house.

I run upstairs to our bathroom I slide the French door closed behind me I stare at the flustered red complexion in the mirror. Spencer opens the door harshly, I turn around new tears leaving my eyes each second, he pulls me in my face in his chest. We walk over to the bed I lay down onto his chest. He wraps his long arms around me "Shhh Princess it's okay, it's okay I'm here, you're okay, everything's okay." He whispers

"It isn't my fault it's not my fault- she still says- it-it's my fault it isn't it's the drunk drivers fault not mine, Spencer please!" I'm barely able to speak.

He strokes my hair "Shhh, it's okay Princess." His voice was calm and sad.

"Its not my fault they're dead Spencer it is the drunk drivers not mine Spencer please believe me!"

"I believe you Princess shhh I believe you its okay. Baby I believe in you it's not your fault." His voice was calm but sad.

I fall asleep curled up next to him. I wake up to Spencer trying to get back in bed. He notices me waking up "hey Princess do you remember anything?" His voice was sweet and kind.