A/N hello! Sorry I have not been updating for a while, but I now have a highly speech oriented chapter! I know this is quite similar to my last one but I love this kind of thing, haha!

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"Have you seen his forearms?"

"I know! I wish he had not married that nun, I would of married him just so I could look at them forearms all day!"

"Really Carol, you're married! Besides. He's mine."

You're married too!"

"Whatever. He's mine!"

Mrs Carol Versury and Mrs Elizabeth Smith whispered just loud enough for each other to hear. Or so they thought. It was a quite a slow day, and Trixie had no more patients left for the day- so was sat with Shelagh, listening in on the conversation between the two women about the local GP.

"Oh my word, they are at it again!" Shelagh sighed exasperated.

"What do you mean again? I have never heard it before," Trixie asked, smirking.

"Oh really Trixie! They do it every week!" She rolled her eyes eyes.

"Oh? Why are you so annoyed over it?"

"Really Trixie! Everyone knows that quite a lot of the women at clinic liked Patrick and I am hardly first prize material, I am clueless in not only love but the 1950s as I a normal women! I can not get anything right, I have annoyed Tim no end with being to protective, I am hardly the perfect wife and Patrick would probably be more happy with one of them! Why on Earth are looking at me like I am a ghost?"

"Shelagh! Of course I am shocked! Your husband loves you far more then he could ever love any of them women! Of course you would be a little out of depth, you were a nun for a decade- but you are doing so well! You are an incredible mother and an amazing wife and your dishy Doctor would not be any happy with anyone else! Also, you are the only one who has permission to talk about his forearms!" She winked at the last comment causing them both to laugh.

"Thanks Trixie, I needed that. What should I do?"

"Protect your dishy doctors forearms?" Trixie suggested cheekily.

However, Shelagh took her literal and took her hair out of her customary updo, "I will!" She walked over to her husband, "Hello Patrick."

"Hello Shelagh," his eyes flared with passion.

She stroked his forearms, "I am off home, be home as soon as possible- clothes off as soon as you step in the door. Your forearms are fantastic by the way, have I ever mentioned that?" She winked at him, then kissed him with far more passion then any kiss they had shared anywhere outside their marital bed. Patrick, needless to say, happily and eagerly responded to.

Shelagh walked past all the gaping nuns, nurses and patients. Her husband looked so adorably confused, sexy and head over heels in love. Sister Evangelina looked scandalised at hearing such words from her former sister. Shelagh walked up to Trixie and whispered "I'll phone you later", grabbed her coat and purse and walked out. Swaying her hips a little more then nessasary.

"What the? Sister Julienne, I have no patients left, I need to head home. Goodbye." And he too grabbed his coat and briefcase.

Trixie turned towards Mrs Versury and Mrs Smith and smiled. "You caused this!" And the two women never looked so horrified before.

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Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! :)