Smiling Shelagh straightened the mussed up sheets. Her training demanded tightly pulled sheets and perfect corners. She pulled up the duvet and smoothed it out. It seems that most days start with both Angela and Teddy in the bed leaving it most untidy. On weekends when they were in less of a hurry, Patrick would often tickle Angela and rub his whiskers on her belly. Her giggles could be heard throughout the house. Soon Angela would squeal, "Teddy too!" Gentle Patrick would blow on their son's belly and baby giggles to soft to fill the house would fill their hearts.

Smiling Shelagh straightened the mussed up sheets. Her training demanded tightly pulled sheets and perfect corners. She smoothed out the duvet. Still smiling, a warm feeling flowed through her as she remembered the early morning activity that had left the bed so untidy. She put her hands to her face and wondered how she could still blush after over four years of marriage. She looked in the mirror and saw a patch of skin on her neck no longer smooth, but red from Patrick's unshaven face. She could still see his face, lids heavy so full of want and love…

Smiling Shelagh straightened the sheets. She smoothed out the duvet. Admiring a task well done, she looked around the large room. Her eyes lingered on the patterned paper behind the bed. Patrick was so proud of his accomplishment. This room was completely unlike any other room she'd ever called her own. Their room in the flat was so much smaller. Still she thought it was luxury compared to her cell at Nonnatus House or her lodgings at the nurse's home. The room she loved as much as this one was the tiny one under the eave above the green grocer.