6AM rolled around and the small child began to fuss, Angela was lying in her cot quietly playing with a stuffed bear that Trixie must have got her. Shelagh stood up slowly and picked the baby up, nestling her in her arms and laying back down. She kissed Patrick and watched his eyes flutter open.

"Meet your daughter…" He looked down and the sleeping tiny, but perfect angel in between them and a tear slipped down his cheek.

"Did you pick a name?"

"No,I wanted to wait for you love."

"Well I suppose we should name you huh little one?

"Patrick? What about Amelia Bernadette Turner?" Patrick raised a hand to cup her cheek and slowly, but carefully kissed her.

"I couldn't think of anything more perfect!"

Some time went buy as they watched their daughter together, and Shelagh was finally brave enough to ask the dreaded question…

"Is she gone?"

"Excuses me?"

"Mum, is she gone?"

"Oh my! Shelagh no! She's perfectly fine, no one told you? She just needed a good rest and fluids!"

"Oh, thank God!" Shelagh relaxed her shoulders and picked up the baby once again, laying her in her temporary cot. She moved herself closer to Patrick and nuzzled her face into his chest, taking in his scent that instantly calmed her.

"I can't wait to go home…"

"Me either sweetheart, me either."


"Shelagh? Mum and dad will be here in 20 minutes!"

"Yes and My Mum and dad will be here in 10! Instead of yelling at me why don't you help me because now I need to shower!" Shelagh didn't mean to snap so harshly at him...but snap she did. She winced at her own tone and now regretted it as she woke the baby too. Patrick walked in and soothed the baby with a pacifier, then walked over to his now crying wife and pulled her into her arms. He softly hummed to her for a few minutes and heard the door go downstairs, He kissed her forehead and let her go into the bathroom with a promise to be right back. Picking up his daughter her walked downstairs, gently so he didn't wake her.

"Hello mum, I know you only just got her, but can I ask a favor?"

"Anything for you, but only after you pass over this little darling!" Patrick did so with a slight sigh of relief.

"Dinner is nearly done, and Timothy will be home any minute with Angela. Would you mind holding the fort for a little bit? Only the baby threw up on Shelagh and she is so tired that she is having a bit of a breakdown and I need to tend to her." She gave him a sympathetic smile and kissed his cheek.

"Take care of her, poor thing must be exhausted! We have it down her." Patrick once again thanked her and walked back upstairs. He found his wife sitting on the bathroom floor with a bottle of painkiller unopened in her hand and tears streaming down her face.

"I can't get it open and my head's splitting!"

"Here my love, let me." Patrick filled a cup from the sink with water and placed two pills in her hand, making sure she took them then turning on the shower. He helped her into the shower and took the soiled laundry to the washer before returning. Shelagh sat in a towel at her dressing table, head in her hands and in need of a hug. Patrick was just walking back to the stairs when Julie stopped him.

"Let me…" He nodded, and turned to the kitchen.

"Knock, knock? Oh my dear girl!" Julie walked over and pulled her daughter into a hug, helping her up and to sit on the bed.

"All right lovely, let's get you dressed and then you need to eat something before you go to sleep. We can take the children with us tonight okay?" Shelagh nodded, and stood up, she was very quiet as she got dressed. Amelia was only a month old, but Shelagh hadn't slept in four days now and it was taking its toll on her. She was weepy and hysterical. Patrick had worked 3 nights and a 24 hour shift in a row at the ward and was just as tired as her.

Dinner was served and everyone headed home, Julie taking the children with her. Shelagh made her way up to bed, stress and no sleep took her over quickly and as soon as she hit her pillow she was out. Patrick cleaned up and tidied the house to glory again, then made his way into the bedroom. Sitting next to his wife, he brushed a tendril from her face. He pulled her into his arms, and rested easy that night. Knowing she was safe with him, and that she was going to be back to the old Shelagh. He loved his new baby daughter, but hated that his poor wife was sick from the lack of sleep.