"Hello dear, hows Tim?" Finnean asked, curious about his ten year old nephew.

"Better I suppose, he's rather poorly, but I reckon he'll live.

"Poor lad, well I'll pop by the sweet shop later. Did gran talk to you?"

"Yes she did, where are we going?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." Finnean smiled at her and took her by the hand to spin her. She laughed, and he watched as her child like smile returned.

She willingly let him blindfold her and be put into the car. They drove for what seemed like ages, but she could smell flowers out of the window. Taking in the sweet aroma, that seemed to linger in the car. the car halted to a stop and she unbuckled her belt, Finnean walked around the front and opened her door and helped her out. He took off her blindfold and her jaw dropped. They were in the middle of what seemed like no where, there were acres upon acres of daisies surrounding them.

"Welcome to Meadow Farm, come along now." He took his sister's hand and lead her along a small path into the flowers. They took a seat on the picnic blanket that was prepared for them already (little did she know he did that this morning).

"It's… Beautiful!"

"I love coming out here, I think mum would have loved it."

"That she would have." They enjoyed the sandwiches and orange fizz that was made and laid down on the blanket watching the clouds go by.

"I don't want to leave for home next week, this week has been the best since we were children."

"I don't want you to leave either, I feel as though-" Shelagh finished her sentence, sadness setting in her voice.

"My heart is breaking. I know." Their hands interlocked, and oh how he wished he could tell her the secret, the thought of her even being gone was just too much for now.

"Shall we head back, Sìneag says Angie won't settle, not even for Patrick.

Upon their return home, you could hear the precious girl clear in the streets, causing Shelagh to nearly fly out of the car. Walking into the house and hanging her stuff up she didn't notice walking a bit faster to the sitting room where Patrick was trying to sooth his daughter. He looked up at her with tired eyes, obviously upset at how distressed his daughter was.

"Teething. Two white caps." He said, in a soft tone bouncing his daughter in his arms.

"Give me two minutes" He nodded, and watched her walk upstairs she quickly changed her clothes, slipping on a pair of joggers and a loose top then returning to her daughter.

"Here." She held out her arms for her daughter and sat down on the sofa, pulling the thick duvet over herself that she had brought down from their bed just minutes ago.

"Now what's got you all in a fuss, hmm?" Shelagh let the small six month old nurse, she knew the only comfort she would get that night would be from her. After about an hour the wee thing fell asleep, releasing Shelagh to go and tuck into her dinner. It had been nearly 5 hours after her and Finnean ate their sandwiches and she was starving. After dinner Sìneag, Finnean, Miriam and Allen took Timothy out for the night, they said it was a little road trip. Sìneag asked if they could take him to the city for a baseball game, and they happily obliged. When the boy got wind of this he was thrilled to see his first baseball game in the stadium, they even bought him a royal blue Billy Butler Royals Baseball jersey to wear.

"Tea?" Patrick asked, handing her a lightly sweetened cuppa.

"Yes, please!" She let the mug warm her chilled hands as Patrick set down. She cuddled right up to him, taking a sip of her tea then sitting it down before laying her head on his chest. listening to the rising and falling. He smelled sweet of Henley's and zote soap on his clothes. This was one thing that would never get old to her.

"Patrick?"

"Yes my love?"

"When did you first knew you loved me?"

"In the kitchen at the clinic hall"

"You mean the summer fair, when I cut my hand?"

"No, I mean long before that. You were in the kitchen arranging the roses for the church potluck." Shelagh rolled her eyes and chuckled at the thought.

"Oh dear, you mean when my hair was a mess and my dress was covered in food from cooking all day!" She replied, giving him a playful smack on the chest.

"That's exactly when, you were so proud and so beautiful, but then I knew you couldn't be mine."

"Yes, I knew you were watching me then, but I was okay with it (Oddly because she was engaged).

"When I heard about you and Matthew I was heartbroken actually, I lost Tim's mum and not long after I felt that I was losing you too."

"Patrick, you never told me that! Oh you big fool, how did I get so lucky?"

"No dear, the question is 'How did I-get so lucky?" She slid up a little bit to kiss him, putting her hands on his chest as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. He laced his fingers through her hair and she let out a slight moan, trying to focus on his lips rather than the skirt that was somehow rising up the back of her thighs.

And then it happened. Parenthood set in.

Angela let out a scream and Shelagh groaned in protest, dropping her head to his chest. He could have swore she let out a grumbled curse, but he just smiled and tried not to laugh at her.

"Coming sweetheart."