the ultimatum

Past in the past

The next morning Tim wakes up with a headache..a very awful headache. He groans and places the pillow on his face, he can taste the alcohol he had the night before...but he can't remember anything.

"morning." Wesley grumbles sitting against the headboard of the other bed across the room flicking through his phone. Tim frowns..why is he still with Wesley? He thought they boarded their flight last night..and went home?

Tim slowly removes the pillow and looks down at himself, he was still in yesterday's clothes, he looks around the room..it was another hotel room?

"did our flight get cancelled or something?" Tim mumbles slowly turning his head to Wesley, if hurts too much to turn it quick.
Wesley bursts into laughter, and Tim frowns confused.

"seriously Tim you don't remember?" He asks and Tim frowns deeper and shakes his head. He felt awful, his stomach kept turning, his head was spinning, his body ached..he wanted to go back to sleep but he needed to find out why he isn't home with his family.

"you were moping around about Ashley. Then you got really drunk. Too drunk you were denied access of boarding the plane. You puked all over the airport floor. You couldn't even stand Tim. So here we are, in another hotel" Wesley explains turning his phone off and putting it to the side, Tim looked rough he thought.

"fuck off with the lies Wesley" Tim grumbles laying back down and placing the pillow back on his face to block out the sunlight coming through the window.
"I'm not Tim. Trust me. I bet your mouth tastes like vomit or alcohol. And I bet you reek of it too. So I'm going to go to the store down the road and grab us some clothes to wear today and then I'm going to grab you some food to help with the hang over" Wesley says getting up and putting the clothes he arrived in on.

Tim gagged "don't even mention any food" Wesley chuckles as he fastens his belt.
"Just text me your sizes, it's on me like your tab was last night as you were too drunk to pay" Wesley comments and Tim sighs
"Thanks. I will give you money back" Tim grumbles and Wesley laughs
"No. But you can owe me by babysitting Jack a few days so me and Angela can have date nights." Wesley says and Tim's eyes widen.

"Shit shit, Lucy?! Does she know?" He asks and Wesley winces.
"Yup. She does. I wasn't going to cover for you Tim, you got your self here. She's not happy, she says give her a call when you can. Anyway I better go and grab us some hygiene supplies, and clothes. Once again message me your sizing" Wesley says grabbing his wallet, jacket and phone and leaving, Tim thanks him on his way out.

Tim removes the pillow from his face and sits up, he slowly reaches for his phone and messages Wesley his sizes then he reluctantly calls Lucy.

"Tim." She answers the phone..oh boy she did not sound happy.
"Hey babe" Tim greets.
"don't hey babe me. I was expecting you to come home last night Tim. But noo, you decided to go on a little drinking spree" she snarked.
"Look baby I'm sorry-" Tim says and Lucy cuts him off.

"I was in hospital yesterday Tim." Lucy admits, Tim's eyes widen and immediately his stomach turned, he didn't know whether it was because of his hangover or Lucy being in hospital. He sprints to the toilet with his phone in his hand still and leaps In front of the toilet and starts throwing the remains of his stomach into the hotel toilet.

"Tim?" Lucy asks concerned..Tim groans and sits against the wall and puts the phone on speaker.
"Not drinking again." He grumbles.
"I better hope not." Lucy snaps.
"Oh wait. You said you were in hospital?! Is the baby okay?! Are you okay??" He panics.
"I collapsed, passed out because of stress. The baby is fine, I'm fine though. I just need to be under no stress which is why Sargent grey is making me take a few days off and I don't need you acting like this because of a Barbie bitch. Tim don't let her impact your life, please. I can't deal with the stress of you falling off the wagon. So sort your self out and come home baby." Lucy says and Tim immediately feels guilty that he wasn't there last night..now all he wants to do is hug Lucy instead of dealing with this shitty hangover

"I'm sorry..I'm really fucking sorry Lucy. I should have been there..I shouldn't have even seen Ashley..everyone's fucking right. I wish I stayed with you. Please just relax and don't stress about anything" Tim says softly, wrapping an arm over his stomach as he feels like he could throw up again.
"Not stress about anything? You were wasted last night. You were in a state. I was stressed Tim" Lucy snaps and Tim squeezes his eyes shut as his head ache hurts more when Lucy snaps.

"I'm sorry. I promise baby I'm going to do everything I can for you" he promises and Lucy hears that he sounds genuine.
"Okay. I believe you." She says back.
Tim smiles softly. "How's my babies?" He asks and Lucy sighs
"Angela took them to preschool this morning when she was taking jack. All they've wanted all last night is you. They miss you loads Tim, and that shows how much of an impact you have in their lives. So don't let Ashley ruin you, focus on being a great dad to the twins and the little one we have on the way" Lucy says softly and Tim realises she's right. Leave the past in the past.

"You're right." Tim admits.
Lucy smiles brightly "can I get that in writing?" She chuckles and Tim scoffs and smiles.
"I miss you"he responds.
"I miss you too. When are you guys coming home?" She asked.

"Well Wesley is heading to the store down the road to buy us some clothes socks and underwear, as I can't exactly wear the same ones two days in a row. And plus my shirt and jeans have throw up all over them." He explains and Lucy laughs.
"I hear Wesley had to pay for your tab yesterday and now he's paying for clothes? God Tim you have some owing back to do" Lucy laughs and Tim smiles but pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I don't owe him money he says. I owe him babysitting. We need to baby sit Jack a day here and there so Lopez and him can have date night" Tim says and Lucy laughs.
"We, who's we?! You're the one who got yourself in this position " She chuckles.
"I-" Tim stutters and Lucy laughs more
"I'm kidding Tim, we can babysit Jack. We" she responds and Tim sighs in relief.

Wesley walks through the hotel door "I'm back" he announces and Tim sighs
"Wes is back, I'll call you before my flight. Relax lucy" Tim says pulling himself up from the bathroom floor.
"Promise I will. I love you Tim" she says softly.
"Love you more" he says and hangs up, he flushes the toilet and slowly makes his way into the main room where Wesley was placing the bags on the bed.

"Lucy?" Wesley asks knowing Tim just got off the phone.
"Yeah. She told me she was in hospital" he sighs sitting on the foot of a bed.
Wesley nods.
"You knew? And you didn't tell me?!" He snaps glaring at Wesley.

"hey. Hey. Calm it! You were passed out drunk on the bed." Wesley snaps back.
"Sorry. Anyway. What did you get" Tim asks and Wesley pulls out some sweats and a jumper.
"Comfy clothes. I doubt you would like to sit in jeans while hungover on a plane" Wesley says and Tim shakes his head but smiles.
"Thanks man" he says.

"Here's some socks and underwear, and shower toiletries." He also says and Tim nods.
"Honestly Wesley thanks. I owe you" he says picking everything up.
"Babysitting" Wesley laughs.
Tim smirks and shakes his head "I'm heading to have a shower" he says and walks into the bathroom.