"Patrick?"

"Ah, Yes dear?"

"I'm going to head over and pick up Angela and then go to mum's i'll meet you there." Shelagh kissed her husband goodbye and walked out of the ward. Nearly halfway there she unconsciously rested a hand protectively on her barely there bump. Using her key she let herself in and nearly snorted with laughter. Finnean and Sìneag were on the floor half upside down rolling around with her daughter. A few hugs a chuckle and a redo of Angie's pigtails and there were off to dinner. Rick picked Timothy up from school and took him out to play cricket a bit before dinner, and let the girls chat and cook.

"Mum?"

"Yes, lovely?" Julie turned around just in time to catch Shelagh before she fell.

"Shelagh! Oh my dear, open your eyes, you're alright love." She grabbed a cold flannel quickly and was now patting Shelagh forehead with it, hoping to rouse her a bit. Her blue eyes fluttered open, to see a very frantic Julie standing in front of her.

"What? Oh-" Shelagh said, realizing that she must have fainted.

"Oh is right! You need seen Shelagh don't eve-"

"I'm pregnant…" Julie's eyes began blinking rapidly, as if she was trying to snap herself out of a trans.

"Shelagh, Oh my lovely! When did you start treatments? you never told me!"

"I didn't start treatments, this was all my own work" Shelagh's cheeks turned fire red at her choice of words.

"You what? You mean-?" Shelagh took her hands in hers and smiled, tears threatening to fall.

"Angela, we needed a little help with, but this baby was all in God's time muma."

"My dear girl, I have no words, but I have more love than ever." Shelagh stood up to match her mother's gaze and pressed her hands to her tiny bump, if she wasn't wearing her uniform you would be able to see it, but for now feeling would have to suffice.

After setting down for dinner and telling everyone else the good news, they laughed and caught up on the last month trying to figure out this ward mess. The more excitable they all got the louder Angela got too, Shelagh was just too late grabbing her daughter's hands before two tiny fists full of mash ended in her hair.

"Angela no!" The little blond squealed with laughter at the sight, and everyone else at the table followed. Shelagh's Soft honey hair was now white, with potatoes.

"It's a good thing we're leaving, because now you and I both need showers!"

"Tell your Nana byebye Angie" Shelagh said, as she blew kisses Julie's way.

"Goodbye sweetheart, Nana loves you!"

"She really is the mature little thing!" Shelagh thought, looking down at the nearly eight month on on her chest.

Later at home Shelagh and Angela had went to the shower while Patrick got Timothy ready for bed, he may be ten but sometimes you still need to have dad help.

After a book and some alone time with dad it was lights out, Patrick shut the door and could hear Shelagh's singing coming from the bathroom.

"Where troubles melt,

like lemon drops.

Oh, way above the chimney tops,

that's where, you'll find me."

Patrick loved that song, he remembered watching Judy garland sing it in black in white television on The Wizard of Oz as a child. Shelagh looked as the little child in her arms as she ran shampoo through her hair, smiling and singing to her. Angela loved her mother's singing, no matter what it could always make her stop crying. Patrick walked into the bath with a little yellow hooded towel that looked like a little yellowbird for Angela and a large blue one for Shelagh. He took the little pink fluff haired girl and went to dress her, after she was settled in her cot he walked back into the bathroom to find his wife with her long nightdress pulled up and turned sideways in the mirror.

"Patrick! Can you see it too?"

"I can darling, I can." He wrapped his arms around her and pressed kisses to her neck, he knew every string she had and right now he was playing her like a violin. She leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his touch on her skin, and the smell of his cologne was enough to send her over the moon.

"Mmm...Patrick…"

"Hmm?" He smiled at her and his lips found the side of her neck, then jaw, and eventually her lips. In one swift motion he lifted her off the ground and carried her to their bed, just like he did the first night they were married. Just before turning out the light he whispered ever so carefully in her ear.

"I always keep my promises. Tonight my love. Tonight."