A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY! I know don't kill me! It's been so long since I've updated! My hard-drive FRIED on my computer and everything was like GONE... So I'm finally sorta back after getting my FF writing restored! Sorry for the short chapter, I promise next will be longer!
"Wha-Wha-What are you doing here! In London!?"
"Elementary my dear Watson, what do you think i'm doing here! I'm here because of you!"
"How long do you get to stay for?" Shelagh slowly stood up, still holding onto her sister. Síneag leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"As long as forever lets us." Pulling back Shelagh smiled as she heard her daughter shrill with glee, she turned around and and her face dropped. Stood in front of her was Miriam and Allen, Shelagh ran past her family. Patrick and Timothy turned around and Timothy followed her suit.
"Grandma! Grandpa!" They hugged each other tight, taking in the wondrous moment.
"I think we all need a cup of tea, and I need a cuddle with my wee granddaughter." Miriam said after a few moments, turning and tickling the small child's chin.
"Shelagh love, you haven't said a word since you sat down. Are you okay?" Shelagh didn't even realize she was looking down and staring into her cup of tea.
"Hmm? Oh, yes I'm fine, just thinking that all. Sorry."
"My love, will you do me a favor? I'm a bit chilly, can you pop upstairs and grab me the blanket off my our bed?" Miriam asked, as she set her cup down and patted Shelagh's arm.
"Yes, Gran" Giving a small smile. "I can" Shelagh stood up and walked up the stairs, taking in all the pictures and things she could remember from years ago. Opening up the bedroom door, and just on task she walked to the end of the bed, she stopped dead in her tracks. There on the blanket box sat a small keep box that she recognized, the tinted wood lined with a thin worn pink painted stripe on the edges. There was a note on top that read For Shelagh, to keep.
One tear, then two, then three fell down her cheeks as she sat down and rested the box on her knees. She slowly and carefully opened the lid and pulled out a worn envelope. Inside held a picture of three figures sitting in a field of flowers. She ran her finger down the figure in the middle and whispered, Mum… the other two figures were Sìneag, and herself as small children. This would be something she would cherish. Forever.
She came back down the stairs with the lap quilt and the box, she set the box on the sideboard and made her way back to the kitchen. She kneel'd down next to Miriam and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you." She whispered, in her ear. She took a up her seat next to her husband and let the little blond snuggle into her lap. Patrick laced his fingers with hers, and the day was different from then on.
"Shelagh, Patrick? When do you start work again?"
"Tomorrow" Patrick quipped with a look of slight irritation on his face.
"Yes, time to run the unit to the nines again! I'm quite terrified to see what they've done to my ward this past month!" Chuckled Shelagh.
"Where is little miss going?"
"Oh...erm.. I didn't even think about that!"
"I'll call Mrs. Buckle tomorrow and see if she can sit." Smiled Patrick, Violet and Fred loved to watch the children for them, and Angela was quite fond of Marlene's daughter too, they are about the same age them two.
"You'll do no such thing! Come here little lass, grandmama will just spoil you tomorrow! Considering you have your own room here already! Filled with things for you to play with, some of them belonged to your mummy too!"
"You kept them?!" Shelagh and Sìneag both chimed in unison.
"Of course we did!" Allen said, and laughed after.
"Well this has been a day!" Timothy quipped, and they all burst into laughter.
Later after the Turner's returned home and settled down for the night, Angela was still awake and Timothy has lost the battle and fell asleep on the settee.
"I'll get him, you get her." He picked up the sleeping boy and took him to his bed with the utter most care that made Shelagh's heart swell.
"Tomorrow is a new day dear, get some rest before we run the arms" Patrick kissed his wife tonight, only time would tell what tomorrow would bring.
