Timothy Turner's baby

Chapter One

It was the morning of the 5th of November,1968 and Tim Turner was ecstatic.He'd just spent the night with his girlfriend,Jo.

*bring bring* His happiness was punctured by the phone.He hastily pulled up his trousers and pulled himself down the rickety stairs.His eyes were met with a sight he only imagined in nightmares;Jo's mother was sitting on a stool next to the phone,and she seemed to be talking to Tim's mum.He contemplated what to do,but whilst doing so Jo came trudging down behind him,wearing her mother's fur coat.Oblivious to the situation,she started to boiling a kettle of water,and hoisted herself up onto a stool.She yawned and looked back at Tim,a relaxed smile on her face.He smiled with urgency ,and pointed to her mum.As soon as she realized what was happening,her eyes widened and she nearly fell off her stool.Her slippers skidded on the tiles as she tried to grasp the phon out of her mother's hand but her mum stayed put,pushing the phone closer to her ear and raising her voice.Jo signalled to Tim to help,so he walked swiftly across the carpet to the tiles and managed to get the phone from her hand.He was mildly scared of her mum,but he was more scared of her when she was angry.Quickly,he spoke into the phone,

"Hi mum,sorry i have to go"

"Timoth-" He cut her off.He knew they'd be having one of their 'talks' when he got home.

The kettle was now adamantly whistling a mean tune.He turned to the hob,and poured his girl's tea for her.He handed it to her.Her mum trudged out of the room and he was sure he could see steam erupting from her ears like fog.

"Sorry J." He mirrored her creased brow,"I...umm...was pausing for thought

"Yes,right.Ans you'd still be 'pausing for thought' if i hadn't come down!"Her expression changed to one of a lion staring into the eyes of it's naughty cub.He didn't dare mirror it.

"I should be getting back.."He grabbed a handful of dry cornflakes from the back.He knew his parents would be mad,but maybe he'd get it easy if he was early.

He was wrong.He didn't 'get it easy'. The moment he stepped in the door,Angela,May and Teddy were hurried up.Angela gave him a warning look through the stair gaps.His dad broke into argument.

"Timothy Turner,what did i say about staying over with Jo?"

"Dad,I'm 21!"He turned to his mum,expecting sympathy but she didn't crack.Instead,she looked away.

"Up to your room now!"Tim groaned but followed his dad's orders.He hoisted himself up the steps slowly.

At the top he was met with a trio of excited but wary faces.

"Dads just in a grump.He won't be mad at you."With that,the three shuffled downstairs as if they were following the pied piper.Before she went,Angela hugged him round the knees.He smiled;at least he had them.