A/N hello! Here is another story, and I apologise for the irregular updates, but here we are! Also as today is Fanfic writers day (I read it somewhere, I explained on my tumblr) I may write another chapter and might do another chapter on Hilder Lack as well. Anyway I will stop rambling.

Disclaimer- I own nothing

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Shelagh walked through the front door of 19 Kenilworth Row. Timothy was with his grandmother and Patrick finally had a day off. Shelagh's smile still on her face, she silently took her shoes and coat off before walking into the living room.

The sight that greeted her was not what she expected.

Patrick- her husband, the man she made love to only this morning- was sat in the couch with Mrs Gerwel straddled in his lap. Shelagh gasped at the sight, tears already forming in her eyes.

Patrick tore his eyes away from Mrs Gerwel to look at Shelagh. "Well, what can you expect Shelagh. You have even said it yourself I deserve better and I have found better!" He told her, rollling his eyes before directing his attention back to the other woman who looked as if she could not care less at being found.

"I, I." Shelagh murmured. After months of heartache, longing, pain, suffering Shelagh was finally happy, and it was all tore away from her. She stepped back, grabbed onto the table with white nuckles and tried to even out her breathing. What had she done wrong? Why was Patrick acting so weirdly? Or was She naive enough to believe he would stay faithful to her, Whalen she was a walking disaster? "Patrick, do you really want me to go?" She bit her lip, terrified of the answer.

He looked to her as if she had just asked the stupidest question ever, "Do you really need to ask me that? Yes I want you to go!"

"No, no, No Patrick please don't do this!"

"Shelagh! Shelagh walk up! Shelagh darling, wake up." Shelagh awoke to the sound of her husband voice calling out her name and someone shaing her.

She sat up to see her husband looking worryingly at her, his hand clutching hers. "Patrick?" She asked meeklywondering if the situation she had just witnessed was true, her tired eyes without her glasses on could only make out her husband but not much else in the room.

"It is me darling, it is me, are you alright? I-" he began.

"Do you really want me to leave you?" Shelagh asked meekly again, cowering slightly away.

"What? No! No, never! Shelagh, I love you and I definitely do not want you to leave! He started, looking slightly shocked and ever increasing worry etched on his face. He opened his mouth to speck again but Shelagh has already crashed herself into his arms, buried her head in his bare chest, taking in his smell which felt exactly like home. Patrick went quite and wrapped his arms around his wife placing soft kisses to he head. Soon his chest was soaking, but he did not care, Shelagh's sobs had reduced to sniffles and having her in his arms, no matter what was heavenly.

"What happened?" He finally asked when she sat back.

Shelagh started at her hands, " I came in the house, and when I walked into the living room, I saw you and-" Shelagh looked up briefly to look at her husbands eyes, then looked down again, "and another woman." She did not dare say she knew exactly who it was, Mrs Gerwel has been flirting with her husband all through clinic, "You um, told me, um that you deserve better then me, that I even said so, and you found someone better, then you told me to leave. She looked up and instead of the anger she expected to see, Shelagh saw horror.

"Shelagh! I have the best wife I could of ever imagined and I want nothing more then to be with you! And when did you say that you don't deserve me?"

"Um" Shelagh tried to remember the last time she had said it out loud in public, "Tuesday clinic. Was the last time I said it in front of people, you had calmed down an anxious mother and as I was looking at you, you caught my eye and we both smiled, you went on with your next patient, Mrs Gerwel and I said it then." She responded in a quite voice.

"Shelagh. Listen to me, you are the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, compassionate, sweetest person I know. Meanwhile I am a old worn out man who has only just been made happy and look like I have not gotten dressed blindly" the two laughed a little, "because you are in my life Shelagh. I love you and never forget that." Patrick's eyes bore into hers, filled with love.

Shelagh flew her arms around his neck and crashed her lips on his in a passionate kiss which he immediately and eagerly responded to.

"Oh Patrick, I love you to." She kisses him again this time on the nose. Then a mischievous look appeared in her eye, all thoughts about her nightmare had completely disappeared. "Will you show me how much?" A smirk appeared on both of there faces.

"Happily."

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