"Should we tell them?"

"Nay, I think we should all just surprise them. Our flight leaves the night after theirs and yours tonight." The movers will pack everything here Friday and ship it out first flight Saturday. Did everything ship okay?"

"Yes, we got confirmation yesterday that it was all there, beds are set up and the living room things are put together as well."

"Oh! Shelagh! You snuck up on us!" They all tried to act natural and laugh it off.

"Okay you win the 'way to be weird' award, I was going to fix tea, cuppa anyone?"

"Yes please!" They all chimed in unison, secretly praying she didn't hear their conversation.

"Shelagh, I'm taking Gran and Pa to the train station in a bit, will you help me load their things" Sadness quickly took away Shelagh smile and she nodded, holding back her tears.

"Sure thing." As they loaded the bags into the boot, She didn't say a word. Sìneag stopped her as she was walking back to the house and pulled her into a hug.

"Etta, are you okay?"

"Not really, I won't see you for a year or more. I feel like I only just got you back."

"Oh, Etta! Don't cry, I'll plan trips and come visit, there is always Skype too?"

"It's just, not the same. With another on the way it scares me, the only family I have is Patrick, Tim and Angela. I don't even see Julie hardly anymore with our work schedule!" Sìneag head her a little tighter, she felt as though if she let go, that she would let her sister down. She knew how horrible she felt, but it was only a little time till they saw each other again.

"I'll be back in a bit, I have to take them to to train station. Love you, Etta."

"Love you too, Mila."

*Got a minute? -S*

*Anything for you dear, what's up? -J*

*I'm...Scared. -S*

*What's happened?! Are you okay!? Are you safe!? -J*

*I'm fine mum, just scared of leaving… -S*

*Holy Mother SHELAGH LOUISE! Don't Scare me like that! -J*

*Sorry Mum…. :/ -S*

*It's fine. Don't be scared, it will all work out. I promise. -J*

*Thanks mum, I didn't know who else to talk to. -S*

"I'm ALWAYS here, anytime. You know that. -J*

*Love you -S*

*LU2 -J*

"Patrick?"

"Yes, dear?" He replied, popping his head round the bathroom door.

"Tomorrow will you go to the shops and pick up the wrap I ordered and the gripe water?"

"Sure thing, I washed all our laundry and the kids by the way, that way you won't have to at home" He gave her wink and continued brushing his teeth.

"I knew I loved you!" She gave a giggle and climbed into bed with her daughter, it was only half past eight, but she was emotionally and physically drained. They decided an early night was for the best. Timothy was out before his head hit the pillow and Angie decided she wanted an early feed, barely keeping her eyes open to do so.

"Come on sweetheart, if you want to eat please do so, Mumma's tired and wants to sleep too. Stir yer stumps lovely, that's a girl." Patrick loved watching his girls together, he especially loved hearing Shelagh talk to Angela. Shelagh laid her sleeping daughter in her cot and curled into her husband's embrace as he snaked up behind her.

"Come to bed, love."

"Don't have to ask me twice!" Chuckling he pulled her in and they bedded down for the night.

Shelagh woke the next morning feeling refreshed and wonderful, she had the best night of sleep since- Oh no! No no! Where was Angela? She hadn't woken her up at six, it was now past ten and she wasn't in her cot.

"Patrick the baby is gone!"

"What?! What do you mean she's gone!" He jumped out of bed, eyes still not adjusted to the light that was peeking in the window.

"I mean she's gone, not here! Timothy!" She yelled trying to figure out where her child was, panic fully washing over her.

"What?" Timothy walked out of his room rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Have you seen the baby?"

"No, did you lose her?" He chuckled, and thought he was only making a harmless joke. He was wrong.

"YES!" The frantic parents chimed in unison. Shelagh ran out of the cottage and into the house next to it, dressed only in her nightdress.

"Mila!?" She called out, not seeing her sister anywhere.

"Sis what's wrong?" Finnean chirped, walking in the room with a cup of tea and his paper.

"The baby's gone!"

"WHAT?!"

"Shelagh? Whatever has you in this state!"

"Sìneag! Oh my Lord! Angela!" Shelagh rushed over and took her daughter out of her sister's arms, holding her tight to her chest and kneeling to the floor to sit on her knees. She pressed kisses to her daughter's sweet downy hair, and breathed a breath of relief. Patrick soon followed her and ran into the house, only he unlike his wife grabbed his shoes.

"Bloody hell, that was not a funny joke Sìneag!"

"What did I do?" Her eyes grew wide and a crimson flush invaded her cheeks.

"Only gave me the fight of my life! My baby wasn't in her cot, and no one knew where she was!" Shelagh let her Scottish temper run away with her, feeling a slight guilt after raising her voice at her sister.

"Oh for Pete's sake! I wrote you a note and set it on the dresser, I texted you just in case you didn't see it and I even put one on the tea kettle just for good measure! I thought I'd let you have a lie in today!" Patrick and Shelagh looked at each other and busted out laughing, between the two of them they hadn't even thought about Sìneag taking the baby.

"And the Parent of the year award goes too?" Patrick joked.

"The neighbors next door!" Timothy quipped back, causing them to all hysterically laugh. After the fiasco they decided to go and change into some 'proper' clothes and tea was definitely needed!