Finally after a long deep sleep, Shelagh was feeling her feisty self again.

"Patrick?" She whispered, kissing his nose then his lips softly trying to pull him from his sleep.

"You could wake me like that everyday" He mumbled, and pulled her close to him.

"You mean you don't like to be woken by the screaming pink ball of flesh?

"No I love the flesh ball...but in some cases, i'd rather have you!" Shelagh let out a yelp as Patrick flipped her over and kissed her neck, causing her to laugh so hard tears fell down her face.

"Patrick! Let me catch my-breath!"

"Oh alright, if you must!" He pulled her on top of him, kissing her softly.

"Patrick? Breakfast pleaaaaasse?" Shelagh batted her eyelashes and whimpered at him teasingly.

"Oh all right...but you're coming with me!" Patrick got up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her tiny squealing self down to the kitchen. It had been a long while since the Turner adults had had this much fun together. Even after being married four years, it was like they were newlyweds all over again. They always have had fun together, whether that be shipping Timothy off for the weekends so they could 'work' or closing the surgery for a long lunch.

"Patrick! It's nearly ten! Mum will be back with the kids any minute and were both practically naked!" Just at that moment there was a knock on the door and the couple turned red.

"We're back!" Julie stepped into the house and shut the door just as Shelagh realized she had nothing put her bra and pants on.

"Mummy!" Angela cried and ran to her mother as fast as her little legs could take her.

"Hello sweetheart...Hello mum… Oh don't give me that look! It's not like you haven't seen it before. But for the sake of my dear husband who's gone bright red will you please turn around for two minutes while he creeps upstairs in only his shorts?"Julie did as she was asked, trying not to laugh as she did.

"Darling, I love you to pieces, but seriously… Really?"

"Yes mother I was making pancakes with my husband!" Shelagh was laughing hysterically as she walked up the stairs.

"I'll be back, kettle's on!"

Twenty minutes later Shelagh was on her way back down with Angela nodding on her hip, fully clothed and in need of tea.

"Mum?"

"In here dear" Julie called back, seeing Shelagh enter the kitchen she sat down her tea to receive Angela whose arms were sleepily stretched to her. Just as Shelagh sat down and took a drink Amelia started to whimper from her car seat.

"You are completely right, she hates the bottle."

"I know, why do you think I'm so tired? She will eventually give in and take it, but as Evie says

Breast is best. Angela was the same way though, that's why she slept in out bed for so long.

"Oh, Evie." Julie chuckled, and cuddled the small child on her lap.

"Are you still nursing her at night?" She continued, as Shelagh sat back down with Amelia.

"Only when she asks, she seems to be weaning herself. Patrick's parents are coming over again tonight, his mum offered to bring us dinner. Poor thing is worried sick about me, I feel so awful for troubling everyone."

"You haven't troubled anyone, my love. You have to stop thinking such non-sense!" Shelagh sighed heavily, and took a sip of her tea, she knew Julie was right, but she still felt the pang of guilt.


"Patrick, Stop!" Patrick jumped back in shock at the tone of his wife's voice,

"Shela-"

"No, Patrick. Just go!" Shelagh turned her back and took a deep breath, hearing the doorbell ring in an ever so familiar deja vu way, he turned and walked out the bedroom door.

"That man! Uhg, how could he" Shelagh, mumbled angrily under breath, digging her palms into her teary eyes, glasses long shed on the bed and forgotten.

Knock, Knock

"May I come in?"

"Hmm?... Oh, sure." Shelagh straightened her dress and sat up on the bed, tucking her legs under her.

"Oh, my dear girl! Look at you, come here!" Shelagh curled herself into the warm embrace of her Mother in Law.

"Now, tell me what happened. Do I need to pop him in the teeth?" Shelagh chuckled, and shook her head.

"No, it's….It's just I put on my dress and ripped the zipper and he laughed. So I told him to leave, and take the children."

"Oh… Sweetheart, he's a pig headed man, to the bone and unchangeable. Why don't we find you something new to wear?" Shelagh nodded her head and allowed her mother in law to help her. She chose a blue maternity dress with a black tie at the waist and it was Chinese style so it was easy for her to nurse if needed.

The two came walking down the stairs and Shelagh was met with a sheepish looking Patrick.

"I'm sorry my love, do you forgive me?"

"Yes dear, I do. I'm sorry I was silly about it." Patrick pulled her into his embrace and they stood there for a moment enjoying each others company.

"Are you hungry?" Patrick asked her, toying his fingers through her long honey curls.

"Only for something small, I feel almost dizzy and queasy." His hand flew to her forehead and she smiled at him.

"I'm okay dearest, it's just a wee spell" He nodded, still worried, but figured he'd drop it for now.

After enjoying a wonderful dinner, settling the children in bed, and bidding their guests a good night they retired to the sitting room. Tea was poured and the fire was warm and inviting, they both were curled up to each other and listening to crackles pop. Shelagh was relishing in the comfort of his chest rising and falling under her ear, and the small circles that his fingers were dancing on her back. After everything they could still come back to each other, newly in love and hopelessly lost in one another.