A/N: Seanair is Scots for Grandfather and Seanmhair is Grandmother

Glossary:

wee = Small

toty = Tiny

lass = girl

Shelagh used her practice of getting up at dawn for so many years to wake and sneak out of bed.

She wrote Patrick a note and left the Turner men, talking Angela with her.

"I managed to sneak away, but considering her age I have to travel not so light." Sìneag gave a chuckle and waved the sleeping pink bundle off. Just as the two arrived to the train station Shelagh realized she left her purse back at the cottage.

"Oh no! I left my-"

"This?" Sìneag retorted, holding up the brown shoulder back that housed a wallet and several baby toys.

"Yes that!" Shelagh replied in a sarcastic tone, sticking out her tongue and snatching it.

"Where are we off to sister dear?"

"Saint Louis for a day of shopping! It's only an hour by train" She handed her sister her ticket and soon the 8:15 would be pulling into the station. The two took their seat and the train jerked forward, upsetting the angel on Sìneag's lap, instantly causing her to demand her mother.

"I wish she quit fitting easier." Shelagh was extremely nervous to attempt her daughters breakfast on the train, that is until she saw not one but two other mothers give her a wink and do the same for their children. Thank God for nice people she thought to herself.

Reaching in her bag she pulled out her blanket and let her daughter do her thing, not feeling the worry sweet over her anymore.

"Sìneag, where did you get the cradle?" Shelagh softly asked, thinking about the wood figure that held so many memories for them both.

"Seanair." Sìneag didn't look up when she said it, she knew Shelagh didn't know about any of her living family and was curious to see if she noticed what she just told her. Shelagh was caught completely off guard, and just looked at her small sister for a moment.

"What?" She asked, confusion striking across her face.

"Seanmhair and Seanair they gave the contents of our old home to me. For us."

"Are, are they-"

"Yes." Shelagh's eyes filled with tears immediately, feeling overwhelmed and instantly having so many questions to ask her.

"We are meeting them for tea, three o'clock at the Marcs." Her hand flew over her mouth this time. She had grandparents, actually living grandparents that she never knew about. If she wasn't supporting an infant she would have passed out right then and there.

The train hurled to a stop and the three boarded off, Shelagh quickly threw on her baby wearing sling before the long walk approached them. Shelagh looked around thinking how weird it looked here, the people were different and much ruder she noted. She stopped for a moment and looked at her phone. Two missed texts from Patrick. One missed call.

"Oh dear, Patrick's tried to get a hold of me!"

"We are almost to Union Square plaza, well stop and grab a bite and you can call from there." Sìneag gave a smile and continued on with the two trailing hopelessly behind.


"Shelagh?" Patrick answered the phone, sounding a bit more frantic than normal.

"Hello Patrick, whatever is wrong? You sound a wee bit out of sorts dear."

"Where are you?"

"I went shopping with my sister, I left you a note next to your cup by the kettle."

"Well I saw that, but you didn't say when you'd be home."

"By dinner dear, Finnean has a day planned for you and Timmy. He should pop round to get you soon."

"Alright dear, have fun"

"Love you sweetheart."

"Love you too!"

Click

"Here we are, I've planned a whole day of shopping, spas and fun!"

"But what about Angela?"

"There is a daycare at the spa free of charge while you get pampered and I also have a lovely friend that has a rather dashing pram for you to borrow. She will meet us in a bit."

"Well okay then. Smarty pants." The last bit Shelagh whispered, thinking she got away with it.

"Heard that!" Sìneag hollered, dashing off in front of her sister.

After going to six different stores, being taken to the LashLoft Spa and Salon, getting a massage, a manicure, a makeover, and a cut and colour it was finally time for tea at the London Tea Room.


"I still can't believe my hair, it's extremely extravagant."

"I still can't believe you convinced me to get mine done exactly the same! I haven't had this short of hair in years Milla!"

"Well I think you look rather dashing in blond and strawberry!"

"As to you! Oh there they are!" Sìneag stood up to wave over the couple at the door. Shelagh froze stock still, it was Angela that snapped her out of her trance with a shrill of angry and tiredness. She quickly searched her bag for her pacie and instantly the infant was soothed.

"My oh my, I see you've changed your looks a tat since last week dear." Miriam's voice was sweet and cheerful.

"Hello Poppet, I've missed you!" Allen kissed his granddaughters cheek and took off his coat, neither of them noticed Shelagh at first, that is until Miriam turned to the table and started crying. Shelagh handed her now sleeping daughter over to her sister and stood up, waiting for Miriam to speak. Allen had lost his words and tears began to fill his and Sìneag's eyes.

"Is it really you wee lass?" She placed a hand on Shelagh's cheek as she closed her eyes and nodded.

"You returned!" She pulled her close and the two embraced her in a hug, they stood there for what seemed like ages afraid to let go, feeling as though it was only a dream. When they finally composed themselves, they sat down for tea.

"Now who is this wee toty?" Miriam asked, resting the baby in her arms.

"That would be Angela Julienne, she's six months tomorrow."

"Oh! She looks just like her maw, and the blue eyes are a gift."

"That they are, ye both have them too like yer mother." Allen looked at the two sitting next to each other, they looked just alike and just like the daughter he missed dearly.

"So where's this husband of yours, and can I put the fear of God into him?" He gave Shelagh a wink and the bunch shared a hearty laugh.

"He's with Timothy and Finnean back at the house, there doing ''Man stuff'' as Patrick says."

"Ahh well, we look forward to meeting him, but if I may ask, who is Timothy dear?"

"Tim is my son, he's 11 now and growing like a right week sprout! Taller than me I recon."

"Well to be fair we are the same height and it doesn't take much to do that."

"Fair enough sister dear!" Shelagh retorted, giving her sister a pinch and causing her to receive one in return.

"Well we best be headed to the station we wouldn't want to miss our train."

"Right you are dear, just let me get the check." Allen stood up and went to pay their ticket. Shelagh's expression turned quite sad, the thought of leaving just seemed wholly impossible.

"Why the long face sunflower?" Shelagh loved that she remembered her childhood nickname, she almost cried again at that.

"I-I don't want to leave you, that's all."

"Well good! I wouldn't like getting on that train and leaving you stranded here, that would be just silly!"

"Wh-at?" Shelagh stuttered her words, confusion taking over once again.

"Our bags are with our coats by the door, we are staying at the cottage for a few weeks." Miriam chuckled, seeing the faces she was pulling.

"You are!"

"We are, but possibly not if we don't get a move on!"