Double Date
Taking one last glance down the hallway and up the stairs to ensure there were no witnesses, Shelagh quietly opened the door to Nonnatus House, quickly ushering her husband inside. Grabbing her waist, Patrick pulled her into a deep kiss. "What did you tell Tim?" Shelagh whispered breathless when they made their way toward the kitchen, "surely not the truth?"
"That my wife's voice was so beautiful on the phone that I had to sneak over to go on a 'date' while she's on call at a convent?" Patrick couldn't stifle a laugh, "not a chance! He didn't even ask, he's gotten so used to the rush out the door after a phone call."
"Watch your volume!" Shelagh admonished, though her own giggles were just as loud.
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter," a voice startled them out of their fascination with each other.
"Sister Monica Joan! I, that is, we.. I mean, you should, why are you..." Patrick tried to piece together a coherent thought, but it was proving unsuccessful.
"If you might allow me the beauty of silence to enjoy the company I have chosen to keep," she turned her attention back to the cake before her, placing a large bite in her mouth, enjoying it slowly before continuing, "unless you have brought something to share in that tin?"
"Of course, Sister," Shelagh opened the small tin and offered it to her politely, sitting down as the elderly nun nodded to the seat in front of her, "thank you for letting us join you."
Patrick stood dumbfounded for a few moments, still wondering how much of his flirting with his wife in the hallway had been heard. Reluctantly he took a seat at Shelagh's hard stare, suddenly wishing he was anywhere else.
As if she could read his mind, the Sister simply stated, "you need not worry that I will betray your intentions here, Doctor, for my own date and I will keep silent." She smiled mischievously as she ate the last bite of her cake and rose to leave with a wink.