A/N: Ayr means Pa (father) in Scottish Gaelic also Sikeston has a huge Scottish population. Oh and just cause this is an AU Angela was born from Shelagh, but there is a story to that in the upcoming chapters! Enjoy Y'all :)
"Patrick have you packed your carry on yet?" Shelagh called from the hall.
"Yes dear, Tim has packed his too. I've checked it already. Angel girls bag has plenty of diapers, extra pacies, formula, and an extra bag of wipes just in case." He walked out and kissed his wife's forehead, knowing she was panicking (only mildly).
"Oh! I completely forgot about her bag!"
"I know, that's why I did it and I called Peter. He'll be round in a half hour to take us to the airport."
"Patrick, I'm so excited! I haven't seen Sìneag since I entered the order, and Finnean I saw last when I was 9 when we were split apart." Shelagh almost had tears in her eyes, she was scared, excited, and worried all at the same time.
"Shelagh?" Patrick whispered, seeing his son asleep on the window of the plane and his daughter asleep on his half asleep wife.
"Hmm?" She softly replied, shifting slightly in her seat to look at him.
"Look outside dear. Welcome to Missouri, we have about an hour left." Shelagh peeked out the window and was ever so thankful that their trip was almost over. They had left Heathrow Airport at 7:50am and arrived in Chicago Air at 10:55pm, they were so tired and the two hour layover made for a terribly cranky Timothy and Angela. They once again departed at 12:22am and were on their way to Springfield International.
"Cars here Shelagh, come to daddy Angel girl." Patrick said to his precious 6 month old bundle of joy.
"How long is it to Sikeston dear?" Shelagh asked, it was already 3 in the morning and the four were exhausted, jet lag was really starting to get to them too.
"About two and a half hours." Patrick had done much traveling for work this past year and thankfully was used to driving a car on the wrong side of the road. They buckled the sleepy children in and and on their way they went off to Sikeston. When they finally arrived they walked up to the little cottage next to Sìneag's, she had told them the key was under the mat. They opened the door and carried the children to their beds, little did they know Sìneag had a surprise waiting in one of the rooms. They were all marked with little sticky notes. Mum and Dad and Timothy Shelagh walked into their room and started crying.
"Patrick!" She yelled softly.
"What is it dear? Are you okay?" He rushed to her side as she laid the baby down in the cradle.
"This was mine and Sìneag's!" She ran her hand down the side of the rocking cradle and felt the weathered wood. She bent down and smelled the wood, taking in the scent she remembered so well as a child.
"It still smells like Ayr, oh Patrick!" She sat back on the bed next to him and nestled into his chest and sobbed for a moment, remembering the horrible moment that had passed. She was lucky to be in America so close to the ones she loved and has missed for so long, but the next few weeks was going to be quite the adjustment for all of them.