For all those who need cheering up, or a bit of sunshine in their life today. Special thanks to Bee for giving me a hand with the editing of this one.

This, as you'll see, was inspired by the 3-legged race in 2.05

"Patrick would you please look at where you're going!" Shelagh huffed with a chuckle from the kitchen. From her place preparing the meal for the evening, she could see her husband twirling in the living room to the song playing on the record. She brought in the cutlery and placed them on the table, and took a moment to watch him perform.

Why do fools fall in love...

The final notes played and in that moment, Patrick decided a finale move was appropriate. Upon crossing one leg over the other to spin round, he held out his arms for balance, and mid turn caught his arm on the fireplace, knocking an item to the floor.

He stumbled, trying to grab hold of the piece of furniture, but finally collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Patrick!" Shelagh spotted her husband lying on the floor. Placing the hot pie on the hob, she ran to him and checked him over. He groaned gently, opening his eyes and proceeded to sit up slowly. Shelagh went to help him, but he shook his head. Instead she turned her attention to his untied shoelaces, likely the cause of his fall, but again he waved her away.

'This man and his pride! ' Shelagh thought.

The couple's eyes met. Instantly, their minds were filled with the memories of a time merely two years ago, when they were both almost strangers to each other. How far they had come since then; a quick gaze at her rings told Shelagh this. Sister Bernadette had ran with Timothy in the three-legged race, perfectly timed steps allowed them to win. However, as they crossed the finish line, she tripped and fell, taking Timothy with her. When Doctor Turner rushed to her side, he wanted to check for injuries. But he had been distracted by the same eyes that were staring at him now.

In the corner of her eye she spotted the object that had flown to the floor during his performance.

"Oh Patrick" She breathed.

Shelagh walked over to the object, picking it up and cradling it carefully in her palm.

The small framed watercolour painting was a first wedding anniversary present from Timothy. The two people stood in the foreground, one much taller than the other, their fingers interlinked with each others and in the background a green car with a smaller figure next to it could be seen. The day that their family started to come together.

She placed it back gently next to a photograph taken of their newest addition, Angela.

When Shelagh turned back around, her husband had silently got up from the floor and stood right behind her. A quick intake of breath made her breathless for a moment. Those eyes. Those lips. The flecks of grey in his hair. Everything was the same from when she had fallen after the race.

However, there was one difference.

Now she could touch him. Shelagh reached up and stroked his cheek. Now she could kiss him. She placed a small, and gentle, kiss on his closed lips. Their fingers instantly found each others, and he caressed his thumb across her knuckles. Everything she had ever wanted from that moment in the small courtyard, she could now have.

Across the flat, they could hear Angela's whimpering through their open bedroom door.

Even Angela's fussing could never change her mind, she was most certainly on the right road.