The next three months were filled with re-organizing the ward, setting files straight, and improving the system. Shelagh was still working 9 hour days and some nights, despite the talks from Julie and Patrick. Shelagh was now nearing to her third trimester and sticking out like a barrel, she was already small as is. Julie would tell her baby had nowhere to go, but up and out like a hot air balloon. Shelagh knew the bigger she got the harder it was to do things without Patrick's help, especially getting out of her chair in his office.

"Shelagh do you want help?" Patrick chuckled, watching his wife try to turn sideways and struggle in her chair.

"No Patrick, I don't." He tried to wipe the smile off his face as he watched her for the next three minutes trying with no luck, and then she said it.

"Patrick help."

"Yes, dear" He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet, she turned back to her chair and picked up her tea cup and two hands slid around her waist and onto her bump.

"This little one is quite the ballerina" Feeling Turner #5 turn under his palms.

"You mean our little rugby star." She quipped, wrinkling her nose and smiling at him.

"Yes you've told me, you want a boy. Although after Tim… can't I hope for another girl?" He kissed her nose, and she rested her hand on top of his.

"Oh alright, but you get to deal with her if she is anything like the drama queen we already have at 3am!"

"Deal!" Another peck and she was out the door to her meeting, today was her annual meet the board and request things we need meeting.

"Shelagh i'm sorry, but the answer is no."

"But why! i'm sorry, but this is not doable! Having my fifth and sixth rooms taken over every other day is not working! I have laboring mothers without beds being sent to the beds a floor down in Emergency!"

"That's scheduling on you"

"Excuse me? You want me to call and give mothers a time and date to give birth? I don't think so! You have many other places in this hospital that you can hold your classes in, not my ward!"

"You're being unreasonable, just calm down."

"No. Not until you agree no more classes in my ward."

"Fine no more classes, but you get to find our new place to hold them."

"Deal. Now if you don't mind i'm a half hour late picking up my children!" Shelagh grabbed her things and walked out of the ward, that might have gone a lot smoother had she not been already irritated and having braxton hicks. After picking up Timothy from cubs and Angela was Fred's she made it home in time to meet Patrick pulling up in his car.

"Here love let me help you!" He took her bag and hands and helped her out of her car, soon unbuckling Angela and unlocking the door to the flat. The little blond was soon in her cot, Timothy doing homework and dinner was on the back burner while Shelagh had her feet up with a warm cuppa resting on her tum.

"Lord, people irritate me!"

"What happened in the meeting?"

"They wanted to make class days every other instead of just fridays. I told them no, now I have to find somewhere else for them to be held."

"Seriously?! You should have made them talk to me! Although Ronald has two unused rooms in floor 3, and he owes me."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"Yes love, you have. The day you said I do… Now feet up!" Patrick sat cross legged at the end of the settee and rubbed her aching feet and calves. Who knew that nursing shoes could hurt your feet so bad when you were pregnant. After dinner was served and children were asleep Patrick was in the shower and Shelagh reading a book in bed.

"Patrick?"

"Hmm?" He replied, running a finger through his rowdy hair.

"You know what would make me love you even more than I already do?"

"Oh no."

"Fish-n-chips"

"At 9:30pm on a friday night? Really Shelagh…"

"Yes sweetie, pleeeeease?!"

"Fine." Patrick put on his pants and shot a glare at his now very pregnant happy wife. Thirty minutes later, an entire newspaper cone of food and a cup of tea, both Turners were nested down in their bed. Patrick was rubbing Shelagh's belly and talking to the baby as she was texting Julie about tomorrow's rota.

"Oww!" Shelagh gasped and clutched her swollen belly.

"What! Are you okay?" Shelagh took a deep breath and wiped away a tear.

"I'm fine, just got a hard kick to the ribs."

"Oh! You scared me, how about we go to bed.

"Alright dear, maybe this one will calm down then." Shelagh chuckled, and turned out her light and Patrick did the same.

"Shelagh, did Julie talk to you?"

"No about what?"

"She didn't talk to you about the baby?"

"No, Patrick what is this about? is something wrong?"