All of these characters belong to call the midwife of course. So basically this story is about a newly-wed Patrick and Shelagh Turner. Shelagh is the official spelling apparently before anyone stats hating. I would love some follows or reviews- it really does make writing a fic so much better. There will be more added to this I have a whole little plan brewing in my head. It is also in need of a beta so if anyone fancies it PM me. Enjoy.
She kneaded the dough gently, her rings resting on the windowsill. She was humming to herself, the late afternoon light filtering through the back door and the soft melodies of birds could be heard. 19 Kenilworth Row was an oasis of calm- her personal sanctuary- it was still right in the middle of London's suburbs but the small driving way separated it from the commotion of the outside world perfectly. She began to line the bread tin and as she did she did not hear a car pull up or a key in the lock or the quiet turn of the front door. She expertly placed the loaf into the tin and put it to rise upon the stove top as she began to ash the small clutch of dishes she had used. As she turned on the tap she noticed in the reflection of the mirror that he was intently watching her, his eyes full of adoration and it made her blush. Yet she smiled at the same time and carried on with the task at hand. "You're home early. Timothy isn't even back yet."
He had moved and picked up a tea towel and began to dry the dishes as she placed them on the draining board. "There was nothing else for me to do once I had finished my rounds. So I thought I'd surprise you."
She smiled brightly. "Well what a lovely surprise." She pulled the plug out, dried her hands on her apron and slipped her rings back on.
"is that all you can say?"
"Well what else is there?" He laughed at the look she gave him, her hands resting on her hips as she waited for him to finish so she could get the last of the bowls away. "I do miss you on my days off but I do not want you to put me before your duty." They had moved to the sitting room and sat together hands entwined as she rested against his shoulder.
"Well I suppose that's what I get for marrying a nun." She giggled lightly, she had only just become accustomed to laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
"How was your day doctor?"
"Busy for anywhere but Poplar."
"Oh don't worry I'm sure you'll get another baby boom soon." She squeezed his hand as he sighed heavily looking at her and she knew exactly what he was thinking. They had not yet had any children of their own, not for lack of want or trying. Shelagh was quietly relieved about it because she wasn't sure how Timothy would have taken a new mother and baby. They sat in silence for a while before he spoke up.
"I was thinking we should go on holiday during the summer holidays. Timothy and I usually go up to Scotland but if-"
"I would love to go. I've never had the chance to see very much of it for myself except of course Aberdeenshire."
"Good. We usually take the train to Glasgow. There's a place where I can rent a car and then we drive to an Island called Mull. The beaches are covered in white sand and we stay in the most wonderful farmhouse. If we get good weather we usually camp for a couple of nights but if y-"
"No, no carry on I want to hear more."
"We could get a boat to Iona- oh it's even smaller than mull. You would love it there's an old monastery to explore. We could stay for a week or so and get the sleeper home again."
"it all sounds so… wonderful." She kissed him softly then realising that they had forgone their usual greeting.
"Well I'll phone the farmhouse tomorrow. I was thinking the first week in August, how does that sound?"
"Perfect." She laughed at how much of a little boy he had suddenly become. "When shall we tell Timothy?"
"Tonight if you'd like. I'm surprised he hasn't already started going on about it. Last year he wanted the three of us to go together."
"I would have come." He smiled knowingly when she said that.
"ahh but I didn't want to scare you off. Now I really must get up to my study to find this number for the Macdonalds." He kissed her on the forehead before he leapt away towards the stairs. It seemed like it was going to be a very good holiday indeed.
