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The excitement in the Turner household was palpable the morning of their trip. Angela was displaying behavior that aligned itself appropriately with her name. Tim was playing with her while Shelagh and Patrick finished the last of the packing.
Shelagh was just placing the last of her cardigans inside the suitcase, when Patrick reentered their bedroom.
"So, what do you think?" Patrick asked her with a smirk on his lips.
Shelagh looked up from the suitcase and couldn't help but giggle. Patrick was standing in front of her wearing those terrible shorts, which she had wanted to throw out, with his hands resting on his hips, grinning at her.
"Are they really that terrible?" He asked, becoming slightly insecure about his appearance.
Shelagh scanned him from head to toe and back up again, a smile still playing on her lips.
"No Patrick. I have to admit, seeing you in them makes them look a lot nicer than they did lying in our closet." Shelagh shut their suitcase and took a step closer to where Patrick was standing.
"So you don't mind me wearing them? You don't think they make me look ridiculous?"
Shelagh stepped even closer to him, so that she was now standing right in front of him.
"Partick you definitely do not look ridiculous. Trust me I would tell you if you did, because no husband of mine is allowed to walk around looking ridiculous." Shelagh smiled at him reassuringly and let her hand wander down his arm.
"Although, Patrick, they are a wee bit… eccentric. I think that we'll have to find a way to free you from them at some point," She looked him in the eye and winked.
"Could it be, Nurse Turner, that you have a weakness for my shorts?" Patrick teased her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
"And what, pray tell, made you come to this conclusion, Dr. Turner?" She asked innocently, while wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer him.
"Well, Nurse Turner, history has shown us that whenever we have a conversation about these shorts you get in a… well, let's just say certain mood." Patrick lowered his head and caressed her cheek with his lips.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." She laughed as she turned and placed her lips next to his.
Patrick moved his hand onto her back and let them slowly wander up and down her spine, while their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Shelagh buried her right hand in his thick hair and pulled him even closer, while Patrick's hands wandered downwards.
"I love it when you wear trousers." He told her breathless.
Shelagh threw her head back and laughed "Oh you do? And why is that?"
"Well … They are very defining, much more than most of your skirts." He admitted, but didn't move his hands from where they were resting.
"Well I'm very glad you approve, but I think I'll continue wearing skirts as long as you continue to wear those shorts." She smiled up at him and kissed his cheek in a teasing manner.
"Well that's a shame, but no matter what you wear or don't wear you look absolutely beautiful." He told her, his eyes filled with love.
"I could say the same about you, but I'm afraid I cannot seem to utter the words while you are wearing these shorts," she teased him.
"Then I suppose we should get rid of them."
"Agreed."
Shelagh let her hands wander down Patricks chest in a teasing manner, until they reached the edge of his shorts.
"I'll give you a hand, if that's alright with you," she told him, her fingers playing with the edge of his shorts.
"That would be very much appreciated," Patrick answered in a low voice, trying to calm himself down.
"It will be my pleasure," Shelagh said and slowly opened the top button of his shorts, her eyes focused on his.
Patrick mentally sorted out patient files, to calm himself down. Whenever he was with Shelagh he felt like a teenager, who couldn't control his urges.
Shelagh seductively bit her lower lip as she took hold of his zipper. It was old and was giving her some trouble.
"It appears that these shorts are not as agreeable as I had hoped," Shelagh noted.
"I'm sure I can do something about that." Patrick moved his hands downwards and let them come to rest on top of hers.
"Mum! Dad! Hurry up or we'll be late."
Disappointed and dumbfounded, Patrick and Shelagh stared blankly at each other for a few moments. They had completely forgotten.
"Alright Tim! We're on our way!" Shelagh answered, having a hard time suppressing her giggles.
The look on Patrick's face was priceless. He looked shocked, disappointed and annoyed at the same time. Shelagh had seen this expression before. It was the very same that appeared on Sister Monica Joan's face when she was made aware of the occasional lack of cake at Nonnatus house.
"I'm beginning to think that these shorts are unlucky," Patrick told her, buttoning them up again.
"Patrick, don't be ridiculous! It has nothing to do with the shorts but with your timing." She kissed his cheek tenderly.
"Yes, yes! But it's the second time!" He told her, sulking just like Timothy did when he wasn't allowed to go to Jack's.
"Oh, Darling! We have a tent of our own don't we?" She asked, but the only reply she got was a short nod.
"Well then, I promise you that we will continue this… conversation, as you like to call it, later." She kissed his cheek one last time and turned to leave the room.
As soon as she had left the room, she turned around, smiled at him and said "Would you be a dear and please bring down our suitcase with you? Your effort will not go unrewarded," she winked at him and went downstairs to their impatiently waiting kids.
TBC
