Inspired loosely by the new promo pic on the CtM facebook page
It was one of their rare mornings off together. Both were scheduled to work in the afternoon-the needs of the community were such that as much as they wanted to they couldn't bunk off as they'd heard Timothy say once or twice. He was staying at Jack's house for the night and Angela had been stolen by the Nonnatuns the night before.
After a modest lie-in the pair had lazy wandered into the kitchen hand in hand, stopping every few meters to kiss each other or remark on the silence of the flat. Deciding to risk losing her peace and quiet to utter pandemonium Shelagh had acquiesced to Patrick's request to be the one cooking and providing for their most beloved other half. It hadn't been too bad in the end-there was still an oddly burnt smell to the eggs and Shelagh didn't want to even think of how he'd managed to almost set fire to the bacon. She'd been rooting around in the back of the wardrobe at the time trying to find an item that had caught her eye a few months ago but had been pushed to the back of the cupboard. She had quickly felt the unmistakable padded softness that marked her desired object. Pulling out the thick dressing gown she grinned and slipped it on. This would definitely do for winter.
She strolled into the kitchen with just enough time to prevent the inferno and in the chaos it was several moments before Patrick noticed her new attire but had been struck speechless. His wife was beautiful, he knew that, but at that moment with her now shorter hair tousled from sleep and not sleep, cradling a cup of tea and wrapped in what appeared to be the thickest and softest covering he had ever seen she was more beautiful to him than ever.
'Patrick?'
'I can't believe you married me. I never once dared to dream in those long painful months that you would be standing here looking so perfectly dishevelled.'
'Sit down.' She said softly as she placed her mug on the side. He looked at her confused but nodded and sat in the nearby chair. Smiling she padded over to him and sank into his lap wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as her fingers stroked the fine greying hairs on the base of his neck. 'I love you so much Patrick, I can't believe I was so lucky to marry you either. Those months were indeed long and painful but they brought us to here sitting in our kitchen with our son hiding from our mushiness and our beautiful miracle daughter staying with the large extended family we have who have accepted this situation more than we could imagine. Let us not dwell on the past and instead enjoy the moments we have in the present.'
'Can I dwell on last night?'
'You could or we could relive it live and interactive. Not this minute though. Let's just live.' She kissed him lightly before leaning her head against his shoulder, his arms snaking around her to pull her just a fraction closer.
They stayed that way for over an hour, breakfast long forgotten.