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Chapter 10

"Bed for you Mrs Turner." Dr Donald announced. "I think you have had more than enough excitement for one day. I want those feet up and you relaxing please."

"Dr Donald, I finally have my family together again, I'm sure I will not find relaxing at all hard this evening!" Shelagh rose and walked into the room she would be sharing with her husband and daughter. Timothy was sleeping on a foldaway bed, upstairs in the doctor's study.

As she entered the room she saw Angela was already sound asleep in her cot and she lightly pressed her fingers to her lips and then placed them on her daughters head. Shelagh turned to look at her husband who had just finished packing their clothes into the drawers.

"Tim bought some more clothes for the two of us." Patrick told her as he walked behind her and wrapped her in his arms.

Shelagh wondered how she was going to broach the topic of their marital relationship for the duration of her pregnancy while Patrick slowly undid the sash of her gown. He must have sensed her tension and stroked her shoulders as he removed her gown.

"Bed Mrs Turner. You are on complete rest. Ian has spoken to me, don't worry my love, that is only one aspect of our marriage, I think we can survive for a few months given the prize we get at the end." He gently rubbed her abdomen – clearly stretching to cocoon their child within. As he caressed her he felt a slight movement under his hand.

"Shelagh! Why didn't you tell me? How long has she been doing that?" Patrick exclaimed in wonder.

Shelagh grinned at him. "I have been feeling flutterings for a couple of days but that is the first time I have felt a real kick." She said in wonder. They stood there feeling the slight movements of their child. "When we first married I longed to be able feel this, to feel our child moving inside me and then…..and then Angela came to us and I love her and Timothy so much, as much as I love this baby but is it wrong to be so happy I get to experience this?"

Patrick moved his hands from her stomach and turned her to face him and cupped her face in his loving hands. "Shelagh each of your children have come to you in a different way but none of them will ever doubt your love for them, or mine. So no it is not wrong, I'm happy we get to experience this too."

Patrick gently guided her to the bed and helped her slip under the covers before slipping in behind her, his hand resting on their child.

"Were you alright with Dr Donald's instructions?" Shelagh asked tentatively.

"Of course. Anything to keep you and this baby safe. As I said, it is only one part of our marriage Shelagh, I have to admit it's a part I enjoy very much," Patrick teased, "and I promise once this baby is born and you have recovered we will be spending a lot of time in our room 'catching up'"

Shelagh snuggled back against her husband content in the knowledge that this forced period of abstinence would not have a detrimental effect on their relationship.

"Patrick?"

"Hmmmm"

"I'm going to love her no matter what."

"I had no doubt my love. Your capacity for love is phenomenal but aside from anything else she is ours, part of you and me – how could we do anything but love her with all our hearts?"

Shelagh drifted off to sleep, safe in the arms of her husband, a place she had not been for far too long.

Patrick lay awake holding his wife and feeling the occasional movements of their child within her. He sent up a silent prayer to the god his wife believed in so faithfully and thanked Him for the miracle of their baby but to also to pray for Shelagh's sake that their baby would be born healthy.