Shelagh knew her time was slowly running out in the states, but she was determined to make the most of it; even if it was with sick child. Angela wanted nothing more than warm arms to sleep in, most of the time refusing her cot. Patrick and Shelagh were taking shifts with the children and sleeping in between. Timothy had a violent cough and Angela seemed to pick up the tummy bug portion of it. Shelagh knew her daughter's stomach felt unwell, she sent Patrick out to the local shop for some gripe water hoping it would bring her some relief.

Miriam noted to Allen just how exhausted Shelagh looked before they left, She had dark rings around her eyes and her words even sounded tired when she talked.

"Allen have you seen the lass? She looks like a freight bell took her plum under!" Miriam whispered, watching Shelagh walking with her small child to the corner shop.

"That I have, I wish we could help."

"As do I." Shelagh had decided to walk with her daughter, praying that maybe she would settle by the time they came back. Walking into the cottage she was utterly discouraged, and was met by a sleepy, but smiling husband. He took the baby from her and handed her to Miriam, giving her a wink she understood what he was saying. He took his wife by the hand and lead her out the door and into their temporary home. She didn't say a word as he lead her to their bedroom, he guided her to the bed and they sipped off their shoes. She closed her eyes and curled into his embrace.

"We have family, they are here when we need help. All you have to do is ask, my bold girl."

She stayed silent and turned to face him, limbs now intertwined and relaxed. He bent down and kissed her sweetly interlocking his fingers into hers. They pulled away and within minutes she was fast asleep. He pulled a blanket over her and laid a sweet kiss in her hair before returning back to the other house. Upon arrival Miriam handed him a cup of coffee and he watched his daughter fast asleep in her moses basket.

"Sweetheart? Would you like some dinner?" Patrick whispered, pulling his sleepy wife into his arms.

"That sounds lo- Dinner?!" Her eyes popped open and she look at him then the clock.

"Patrick it's nearly five! Angela is well overdue for her feed and Timothy will be back any minute!"

"Shh, relax dear" He said pulling her back down to him. "Angie's fine, Timothy is home and playing a rather exciting game of chess with gran and you need not to worry yourself." Her blue eyes looked up at his hazel ones and she melted into him, reaching up and letting a slow passion filled kiss linger on his lips. After pulling away he noted that she was now wearing a pair of rather dashing yellow trousers, she slipped on her shoes and let out a yelp when he picked her up.

"Patrick you fool! Put me down, or else!" She said, draped over his shoulder like a worn cardigan.

"Or what? Sorry dear, but your rather small." Patrick began to laugh, that is until she bit him.

"OWW! What was that for!" He snarled, setting her down on the floor and reaching to his back.

"Scottish temper is such a drag"

"Yes it rather is, you're in trouble!"

"By who?"

"Gran!" Patrick ran out of the room, with Shelagh hot on his heels hollering. Patrick blasted through the front door and into the kitchen. Miriam took one took and him and made to yell before he turned around and lifted his shirt to reveal the bite marks. She looked at him and mouthed the words "I got this" to him and walked out the door, stern faced and what seemed to be 'false angry'; trying not to laugh at the face her granddaughter was pulling; wide eyed and backing up.

"Shelagh Elizabeth Louise Mannion, WHAT do you think you're doing leaving marks like this!" She barked at her, pulling Patrick out of the kitchen doorway and lifting his shirt.

"Hey!" He yelped, reviving a glare from her in return. Shelagh swallowed the massive lump in her throat, and looked down. Timothy looked to his relatives with a mixed look of horror and confusion and was met with the same in return. "What's going on?" He mouthed to Sìneag, she took her head truly not knowing.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"But...but…" She argued, you have dishes tonight, and you can set the table while you sulk. Go on get with ya!" Patrick was astonished at how childish she looked walking away. As soon as she was out of earshot they all started laughing hysterically. Shelagh did as she was asked and was quite pouty about it too! Timothy was holding his gut he was laughing so hard, still unsure what just happened, but honestly he didn't care. Shelagh silently glared at Patrick all through dinner, it wasn't till they returned home that she talked to him; thankful that Timothy had asked to stay with Miriam that night.

"Patrick Turner!" She barked, after laying Angela in her cot.

"Yes dear?" He asked, face covered in a cheeky grin.

"You are in ever so much trouble!" He didn't say anything, but promptly turned on his heels and pinned her against the door. Laying a hearty kiss on her lips, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her up to their bedroom, she unpinned her hair and discarded her shirt as he did. Lets just say, he was forgiven.