"Mum!" Tim shouted down the hallway. "Sister Julienne just called and asked if we could come to Nonnatus for lunch. Can we go?"

Shelagh, having just finished pinning up her hair and getting herself and Angela dressed for the day walked into the living room to meet her son.

"That's odd. Did she say why?" She asked, her brow furrowing in the confusion of the day. "And have you heard from your father yet? I don't want to leave if he's going to come home for lunch."

"Sister Julienne said that he was out with one of the nurses earlier today. That's why he's been gone. So, no, he won't be home."

Shelagh was beginning to get very suspicious of her son today. His entire persona was different, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what was going on. Attributing it to her mind getting away from her in the final stages of pregnancy, Shelagh agreed that they would all go to lunch with their extended family.

"Great! We don't need to be there until half past 12." Tim said, a smile barely concealed on his face.

An hour later, Shelagh, Tim and Angela found themselves outside Nonnatus waiting for the door to be answered. Subconsciously, Shelagh placed a hand on the small of her back as she felt a twinge.

"Tim, would you mind holding Angela's hand for a while? I don't think I can bend over anymore for the moment."

Without a word, Tim deftly scooped up his sister just as the door was opened by Sister Julienne.

"Welcome, Turners. We're ever so glad that you could join us." She stepped aside and bade the three of them to enter the hallway. "Everything is prepared in the dining room, shall we go in?"

Once again, Shelagh got the sense that something was being kept from her. It reminded her of her stay in the hospital after the accident. That feeling that not everything was being made clear to her. Following her former superior, her mind began to race.

"Is Patrick still out with one of the nurses?"

Sister Julienne turned to Shelagh with a quizzical look before her glance went to Timothy. Shelagh caught this exchange and stopped just short of the dining room, ignoring another twinge in her back.

"Enough!" Her tone, surprisingly brisk, shocked even herself.

"My dear..."

"Mum..."

Timothy and Sister Julienne both began to try and calm her, but she was not to be mollified.

"No. I will not be handled the way that we treat overly-anxious mothers at the clinic." Her tone resumed a softer lilt. "Now, will someone please tell me what's going on?"

Sharing a look, Tim nodded at Sister Julienne before she spoke. "Let's go into the dining room. We don't want to keep you from your party." She said quietly as she led them down the hall to the dining room.

"Party?" Shelagh asked in a daze. "What par- Oh!" Images of stained glass filled her minds eye. A chapel filled with their friends and family, Tim standing beside his father, her view of them obscured by her veil. Patrick's smile as he lifted the lace at the altar. "It's the eighth. Our anniversary!"

She stared at her son, wide eyed. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Dad told me not to. He said to make the day special for you, but if you didn't realize what today was that I wasn't to tell you. He didn't want you to be upset if you couldn't remember." Tim had shifted his attention to Angela, not meeting his mothers gaze.

Shelagh was touched. She reached over and squeezed Tim's shoulder for a moment before lifting his chin up to meet her gaze. "You did a wonderful job, Timothy. I'll be sure to tell your father once we get inside." Shelagh looked up at Sister Julienne, whose expression concerned her. "Patrick is here, isn't he?"

"Nurse Mount returned from the birth she attended with Doctor Turner a few hours ago. He said he would meet her here, but hasn't arrived. We assumed he was with you."

Out of nowhere, a call of "Surprise!" reached through Shelagh's dazed consciousness. Looking around, she saw her family. The Sisters, the Noakes, Nurses Franklin and Mount, Reverend Hereward and Fred.

Smiling at them, Shelagh felt as though she should be elsewhere. With her husband. There was somewhere she was meant to be right now. The images in her mind were as clear to her now as they were that day. She knew immediately.

"I know where he is. I need a ride."