Shelagh woke in the small warm room, shocked that Angela hadn't woken her up hungry yet. She popped on her glasses and took a peek at the clock.

"Patrick! It's nearly two!" She began to shake him with excitement, trying to get him to wake.

"What?! How did we?"

"Not really sure either, but I have a sister waiting less than 400 feet from my temporary yard!" She huffed and got out of bed flipping open her suitcase and grabbing her and Angela's clothes. She quickly brushed her hair into place and dress her sleepy daughter who would be wanting breakfast soon. (Remembering this she changed her shirt to a button up.)

"You get the joys of waking up the grumpy bear."

"Yes, dear."Patrick groaned, fearing the messy haired boy and his rather unpleasant attitude.

"Timothy, time to-"

"Morning dad!" The young lad interrupted, fully dressed and running up to him.

"How long have you been up then?" Patrick asked, feeling the need to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Since about eleven, Auntie Sìneag left a present on my desk! Look it's a few new butterfly books!" Patrick ruffled his son's hair, sometimes he was a little boy again, not growing into a teenager.

Shelagh took a deep breath and went to ring the doorbell, but her finger froze an in away from it.

"Here. Let me mum." Timothy locked his fingers with hers and pressed the bell with his other hand. Patrick stood back and his heart swelled with pride, he was a little gentleman. (When he wanted to be.)

The door opened, and there she was. Patrick had never seen Sìneag, seeing his wife and her identical sister in front of him was a shock. They just stood for a moment looking at each other, taking in that this was real. They both had things to say but neither could get the words out, instead Timothy let go of his mother's death grip and pushed her forward. Shelagh and Sìneag embraced in a hug, tears began to stream down both faces and neither noticed the man standing behind them. He was crying too.

"She-Shelagh?" He stuttered his words, a numb feeling rushed over him. What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm not who she expects me to be? He began to panic, but never the less she lifted her head. Blinking a few times she choked on her words, so confident before she left, but now she didn't know what to do.

"Finnean?"

"piuthrag milis piuthrag" He pulled his sister close to him as she did the same, tightening the embrace.

"Dia leat" She whispered, after a moment the two pulled away and wiped their tears giving almost laughing smiles. Patrick smiled at how she could go back to Gaelic so fast.

"Sìneag, Finnean, this is my family. Patrick, Timothy and Angela who is currently to bored for us." They laughed at the sight of the snoring six month old laying on Patrick's chest. (Her favorite spot apart from her mothers.)

"I can't believe you're really here!"

"I'll second that one!"

"Dinner's nearly ready, why don't you all get settled eh" Sìneag took Shelagh by the hand, and lead her into the sitting room.

"Timothy, did you enjoy the books?"

"Quite! I have already read the first one!

"Well then smarty pants, you have a wee bit of time here why don't you go have a look in the library upstairs while we set the table?"

"Can I really! Thanks!" Timothy's eyes shot wide open and he ran over to Sìneag and kissed her cheek before running up the stairs.

"Mila will you help me set the table?"

"Sure 'hing etta"

Patrick sat down on the sofa with his daughter still snoozing, he was rather amazing at how fast Shelagh slipped back into her Scots tongue; he only ever heard it when she was angry. He knew her to well, and when she dropped a mug he silently chuckled to himself, hearing her speak a different language.

Crash!

"Dìnit!"

"Shelagh! Whit deya say!" Sìneag teased, and the two broke into a fit of giggles, like small school children again. Dinner was finished and dishes cleared and the 4 retired to the sitting room with two whiskeys, two red wines and a glass of OJ for Tim. They were laughing and telling stories before the blood curdling shrill of the princess in the room made herself known. Patrick just looked at Shelagh and she sighed….

"I know, I got her." She picked her daughter up and her bag and walked upstairs to the library. Throwing a blanket over her shoulder she began to feel her and rock her in the conveniently placed rocking chair. Sìneag you are a bit too much like me She thought to herself and giggled before singing to her daughter.

"Gu robh neart na cruinne leat

'S neart na grèine

'S neart an tairbh dhuibh

'S àirde leumas.

Trì chruinn sheilich innt

Agus stiùir òir oirre

Tobar fìon innt

Agus tobar fìor-uisg'."

Instantly the infant was calmed and she was able to return to her family with a sleeping daughter. Little did she know, they all could hear her and just sat and listened.

A/N: The song Shelagh sings is a Scottish Lullaby called Taladh Dhòmhnaill Ghuirm and it says

May you have the strength of the universe

And the strength of the sun

And the strength of the black bull

Which jumps the highest.

Three willow masts

A golden rudder

A well of wine

And a well of fresh water.