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It was a typical Saturday afternoon. Shelagh had just finished folding the last of Patrick's clothes and began to make her way up the stairs before Angela woke from her nap. As she opened the closet, she couldn't help but wonder how a grown man like Patrick had such terrible taste when it came to clothes. Since they had gotten married Shelagh began to throw out the worst items of clothing she could find, but somehow Patrick managed to find even more terrible clothes in the back of their closet. She spied a horrible green jumper from the corner of her eye. She had nothing against green in general, but this was not a rich forest green nor even a light color that resembled spring, but a color that reminded her of something that Angela would cough up when she was sick. She made a mental note to buy Patrick another jumper before she disposed of this one. That way, he wouldn't notice what he was missing, which, she told herself, was not much. After all, he clearly did not pay much attention to what he wore, and any improvement to his wardrobe since their marriage could be attributed to her. As she hung up his shirts, she spied another horrible piece of clothing. In the back of the closet lay a crumpled pair of shorts, whose color was by far the most awful kind of brown she had ever seen. How he found such colors, she had no idea. It could almost be considered a talent. A very unfortunate talent, that brought on more embarrassment than admiration and sometimes even made him look terribly ridiculous. She was just about to pull out the shorts to give them to the nuns when she heard someone climbing up the stairs and opening the door to their bedroom.

"Good afternoon, my dear." Patrick said as he entered their bedroom.

"Hello, Patrick." Shelagh smiled, hoping he didn't see the shorts she had in her left hand, but luck was not on her side.

"Oh, I had forgotten about those shorts." Patrick told her, as he reached for them. "I used to love wearing them when Timothy was younger. Maybe if the weather is nice enough this summer I can wear them again."

"Perhaps, Patrick. Perhaps not." She turned away, attempting to stifle a laugh.

"What? You don't like them?" He felt both surprised and amused at his wife's reaction.

"Maybe we could think about investing in a new pair for the summer if we go on holiday," she placed the shorts back into the closet. "And to answer your question, I don't dislike them, but I'm not sure that I like them either. But I do like the person who wore them." A mischievous glint appeared in her eye.

Patrick grinned knowingly at her "You do?" He took a step closer to her, now they were only centimeters apart.

"You know I do." She told him, running her hands over his chest and letting them come to rest on his shoulders. She pushed herself up and locked his lips with hers in a loving and longing kiss. Patrick moved his hands to rest on her waist and pulled her even closer to him.

As the kiss got more passionate, Shelagh pulled back.

"Patrick, we can't. What about the children?" She reminded him, still breathless from their kissing.

"Don't worry. Angela is napping and Tim is at Jack's." He told her between the kisses he was now caressing her neck with. Upon being reminded of Tim's whereabouts Shelagh gave into Patrick's ministrations. She moved her hands over his back, while his hands slowly began opening the buttons of her blouse.

"Oh Patrick!" Shelagh urged, as his lips caressed her collarbone. She didn't know how, but by now she was leaning against the doors of their closet. Her kisses matched his intent, and for a moment, they were all alone, in a world of their own making, until sound disturbed their emotions.

"Mum! Are you here?"

They had not even heard the front door open, and Timothy appeared to be climbing the stairs.

"Patrick! I can't…" She whispered urgently as he understood her and removed his hands from her waist so that she could button up her blouse and tuck it in again.

"Mum?" Timothy waited for a response. He had learned never to walk into his parents' room unannounced. One afternoon, he caught them holding each other in a tight embrace and had decided that he would never expose himself to any more of their mushy stuff. He often thought that they could have had their own television show. He had heard some of the girls in the area talking to each other about romance and, if anything, his parents seemed to him to be in possession of the sentiment.

"Yes, Timothy, do come in." Shelagh answered, when both she and Patrick were decent again.

Timothy opened the door carefully and peaked inside before entering completely.

"Tim, what are you doing at home?" Patrick asked, concerned.

"Aren't you feeling well?" Shelagh added.

"I'm fine mum, I promise, but Jack's not feeling well so his mum sent me home," Timothy told them. His mother was still overprotective when it came to his health and although he found it very annoying at times, he wouldn't want it any other way.

"That was a good decision on her part. Is there anything that you needed?"
"Yes, mum. I left before we got to eat."

"Ah, that sounds more like you. Run along into the kitchen. I started a pie, and you can begin to roll out the dough for the crust. I'll be down in just a moment."

"Thank you!" Tim tumbled out of the room and down the stairs in a rush.

"Well then," Patrick turned to face his wife once more. "I suppose we'll have to continue this, hmm, conversation at another time."

"Absolutely," she took a step closer, "We'll absolutely have to continue."

Just as their lips met for a second time…

"Mum! I can't find the rolling pin!"

"Coming, Tim, just a moment!"

Patrick and Shelagh both sighed, and quite audibly, at that.

"We have to enjoy having him around, he's growing up so fast." Shelagh told Patrick with a gentle smile on her lips as she left the room and made her way downstairs.

TBC and don't forget to review ;)