Finally he sighed as he weighed the baby boy before him last patient of the day. It had been a hectic day at the clinic, not helped by the fact that Shelagh had had to stay at home with Angela. Usually their daughter was a darling who would sit in her pram quietly beside her mother being fussed over by every mother and nurse who walked by. But she had recently started teething and it had been unanimously decided that the Turner girls would stay at home this week. Despite the havoc at home Patrick was desperate to be back there with the three most important people in his life. Angela was now 8 months old and he didn't want to miss a moment of her childhood. Not after having to miss so much of Tim's. It had been far too many hours since he had seen any of them. He hadn't seen his darling wife since he had awoken to find her stroking his back in a most peculiar way. He had soon put stop to that-the main benefit of the pair of them awakening before their children. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the bored 6 year old wander up behind him. Neither did the boys mother who was engrossed in the tot on the scales. The next thing Patrick knew there was a blinding pain between his shoulder blades and he doubled over.

'Matthew McShane!' The mother shouted at the boy who recoiled. 'Doctor I'm so sorry about him. Are you okay?'

'Just..Just fine thank you.' He said breathlessly, wincing as he straightened up.

'Doctor Turner you're bleeding!' Sister Winifred gasped as she and sister Evangelina rushed over having seen the incident occur.

'Its nothing I'm fine.'

'Sister are you okay to finish up here as I see to our stubborn Doctor?'

'Of course.' Sister Winifred nodded as the robust nun pointed Patrick out of the cubicle.

'Come on Doctor.' She led him over to the kitchen where the rest of the Nonnatus had gathered. She pushed him to sit sideways on the chair.

'What happened out there?' Cynthia frowned as sister walked out.

'Small bored child. Flying object met my back and apparently I'm now bleeding.' He explained, wincing once more as he attempted to look over his shoulder.

'Sit still!' Sister Evangelina had returned,now with a first aid kit. 'Take your shirt off so I can check you out.' Trixie let out an unladylike snort.

'Sister I had no idea you felt that way.' Patrick grinned.

'You both know perfectly well what I meant.'

'Apparently one nun isn't enough for you doctor.' Trixie giggled. Even sister Julienne laughed at that. Patrick unbuttoned his shirt.

'Sorry, Angela was sick on my last 2 vests this morning.' He explained as his bare chest was revealed.

'Never mind the...' Sister Evangelina broke off gaping at his back before she started to chuckle. Everyone looked at her confused.

'Surely my being injured can't be that funny.' He frowned.

'Even if I did have designs on you doctor your wife has laid her claim.'

'What do you mean?' The nurses gathered behind him and all broke out into giggles. 'What?'

'Have a look.' Patsy held up a mirror behind him and gave another to him. He looked and broke out into a grin. In large letters across his back, in his wife's distinctive handwriting was PROPERTY OF SHELAGH TURNER.

'Sorry Sister. Looks like Shelagh beat you to the punch.