the ultimatum

What the fuck tim

"come on Tim we have to go to a hotel" Wesley says watching the security and the flight attendant walk away. Tim didn't respond, he had is head in his hands and elbows on his knees sitting on the chair with his pile of puke before him,they were still in the airport.

Wesley sighs and shakes Tim "Tim!" He snaps and Tim groans and shakes his head.
"What" he mumbles slowly.
"Can you stand?" Wesley asks.
"Mmmhm" Tim mumbles drunkly, still not moving.

Wesley rolls his eyes and picks up his and Tim's bag and then grabs Tim's arm pulls Tim up to his feet.
"Get off"Tim snaps and Wesley tightens his grip and wraps Tim's arm around his shoulders. They slowly walk away from the seats, cleaners walk over to clean the floor.

"Where we going" Tim slurs with unsteady steps.
"hotel" Wesley replies as they leave the airport.
"why aren't we going on the plane" he responds slowly
"Because an idiot got too drunk to board so we have to fly tomorrow" Wesley responds getting increasingly annoyed.

"And that idiot is you" Tim responds drunkly pointing a finger at Wesley, Wesley raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.
"Says the one who can't walk straight." He says back.

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They get a room in the closest hotel, there once again was two beds in the room. As soon as they walked into the room Tim flopped onto one of the beds and passed out immediately.

Wesley puts their stuff to the side and grabs his phone and walks into the mini bathroom to call Angela.

It was about 10PM and Angela knew that she was to expect her husband to walk through the door anytime soon.

She was sat in the living room with her feet up and a glass of wine, she bathed Jack and got him into bed after reading a few bedtime story's. She feels awful for Tim and Lucy, she really hoped that Ashley would have said yes.

Angela was in the middle of watching tv when her phone started calling, she glanced at it and saw it was her husband. He was probably calling to tell her he's nearly home..

"Hey babe" she answers the phone, she hears Wesley sigh and this suggests it ain't good.
"hey Angela." He replies.
"What's up? Are you back in LA?" She asks and Wesley hesitates.
"Nope, we are still in San Francisco . We can't fly back until tomorrow" he informs Angela.
"What why??" Angela snaps annoyed.

"Because an idiot decided to get wasted before flying and throw up all over the airport floor, so security has told us we will get our tickets refunded as they can't let him fly. He is now passed out in a hotel bed" Wesley sighs and Angela frowns
"seriously? How much did Tim have?!" Angela asks shocked

"Honestly I couldn't tell you. It was just shot after shot after shot, then a bunch of drinks. He was moping around about Ashley saying no, I tried to stop him and tell him he's being stupid and that he has kids and a pregnant fiancé at home but then he decided to mope more and say he's a shit dad." Wesley explains and Angela pinches the bridge of her nose.
"Does Lucy know?" She asks.

"No. This is why I'm calling you to make up an excuse to tell Lucy" Wesley replies.
Angela sighs, she knows Lucy is already not being truthful about being in hospital to Tim..but does she want to make the situation worse and make Tim lie to Lucy..but also if they tell the truth it'll send Lucy back into hospital stressing about Tim.

"Lucy was in hospital earlier today." Angela informs Wesley, Wesley's eyes widen.
"What? Is she okay?" He asks.
"She collapsed due to stress. Don't tell Tim, she's made me promise not to tell him, she has to tell him her self." Angela tells Wesley.
"But is the baby okay?" He asks worried about his close friend's baby.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I just don't know what to do..lying is wrong, but Lucy will stress and worry about Tim being in this state..so I'm not sure what to do" Angela tells Wesley Wesley now pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Why are these two so stressful?? Their whole relationship is lies. Like they don't tell each other anything and then they always end up in arguments." Wesley stresses and Angela doesn't reply so he jumps in to say something else.
"Sorry. I know he's your best-" Wesley starts and Angela cuts him off

"You're right. And their relationship shouldn't be our worry. So tell her, tell her the truth Wesley." Angela says.
"I will call her when we hang up." He responds.
"so how was ashley?" Angela asks

"she's..a bitch" Wesley admits.
"nothing new there." Angela chuckles.
"yeah. How's Jack? And you, how's you??" Wesley asks changing the subject.
"I'm good,I was sat here waiting for you to walk through that door tonight so we can just cuddle in bed..but now you're stuck with a drunk Timothy, them plans have changed. Jacks good, he's in bed asleep- he told me to tell you that he loves you" Angela tells her husband.

"When he wakes up in the morning tell him daddy loves him more. And I'm sorry your plans have failed, I will be back tomorrow, I love you Angela" he says softly and Angela softens.
"I love you too. Okay you call Lucy before it gets late and she falls to sleep, give Tim a punch for me. See you tomorrow babe" she says and hangs up, she falls back on the sofa and places her hands on her face frustrated, Tim what the fuck are you playing at?! She thinks.

        
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Lucy was sat in the living room eating pickles and crackers, and drinking a tea. She was waiting for tim to come home. She got the twins washed and fed and into bed. It was a bit stressful as all they wanted was their dad.

Lucy puts her swollen ankles up onto the coffee table and she tucks into another cracker before her phone starts to call.
Wesley Evers.

Why is Wesley calling her? It should be Tim?! She panics but answers.
"Hey Wesley" she says trying to hide her concerns on why he was calling her and not Tim.
"Hey Lucy..uhh we won't be back until tomorrow" Wesley tells Lucy regretfully, she could tell by his tone there was more.
"Why isn't Tim calling me? Wesley what's going on?" Lucy asks sand Wesley sighs.

"We got refused permission to board. Tim got really..really wasted at the airport bar and decided to puke his whole stomach contents on the floor. He was too drunk to board so now we are in a hotel room, he's passed out on the bed." Wesley says instantly feeling terrible.
"oh my..is he okay? how much did you let him have?!" Lucy snaps placing a hand on her swollen stomach.

"he's fine. He's just going to have a killer hang over when he wakes up. And me?! Lucy believe me I tried to make him stop drinking, he was having shot after shot, apparently I can't tell him what to do. He was moping and sad about Ashley which is understandable. He was too drunk to even pay for his tab." Wesley says.
"You should have pulled him away.!" Lucy snaps.

"He's 6'1 with huge muscles Lucy!! I'm a 5'9 man who doesn't even train at the gym!! It was hard enough to walk him to hotel never mind drag that giant away from alcohol! Don't blame me Lucy. He brought it on his self" Wesley snaps then immediately feels guilty for snapping.
"Sorry Lucy.." he responds.

Lucy takes a deep breath "it's okay. I'm sorry for blaming you. You're right it is his fault." She says defeated.
"I'm sorry he's in this state" he says guilty.
"It's not your fault. Just take care of him yeah? Get him to call me in the morning. Thanks Wesley for telling me" Lucy says and hangs up. She groans frustratedly and turns the tv off and stomps to hers and Tim's room.
What the fuck Tim?!