Yet another hilarious request for the 100 word ctm challenge! They sat together on the old yellow couch, that couch had seen better days, but they still loved it. Patrick sat with his feet tucked under himself and Shelagh leaning back on his chest, feet propped up on the edge sore and swollen. Their fingers were interlocked and Resting ON the rather large bump she was carrying. "Was that!?" He beamed, feeling small pats under his palm. Shelagh quickly nodded, and looked up at him with teary eyes. "It was, put your other hand here!" "Shelagh! You mean!" "Not two…but, Three…" "Thr-" Suddenly she felt him go limp, turning around she saw him. Patrick fainted.