An: I feel as though I was slow updating. Consider this a filler chapter as I've had the week from hell and an awful day too. Please review xxx

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'When your very bones believe them.'

Timothy asked a lot of questions on the way home. He had gotten out of the car and ran over to Shelagh and threw his arms around her hugging her unexpectedly. He'd missed her a lot and was slightly annoyed his Dad had made him wait with the car. Shelagh, or Sister Bernadette as he knew he, had been nice to him when his Dad was busy working and she had been his favourite nun. He hoped he was right in understanding what his father was getting at and that they would be seeing a lot of Shelagh in the future.

When they had got in the car he'd started asking questions about what she was going to do now. His Dad told him not to and in honesty Shelagh didn't even know the answers herself.

She didn't know where she was going to live, certainly not at Nonnatus. She loved her sisters dearly but she was leaving them and she doubted it would feel right to be at Nonnatus as Shelagh. Would she still be a midwife? She didn't know that either. It was odd. She'd not thought about any of this. She loved being a midwife and a nurse but at that moment it wasn't the first thing on her mind. It wasn't the thing that made her the most happy.

All she'd known was that the religious life wasn't for her anymore, she had been chosen to lead a different life.

She was sure though, the life she was choosing was the right one. She'd spent a long time pretending she was fine, that the feeling would pass but she was wrong. This was what she wanted. A family. She'd thought of her sisters as family of cause but this was different.

"So..." Timothy started after he'd thought the silence had gone on long enough she'd looked over her shoulder at him. "Were Dad's letters readable? His hand writing is awful."

Patrick rolled his eyes but Shelagh laughed. "Not really but I got the idea of what he was trying to say."

"I can see it's going to be interesting with you two ganging up on me." Patrick looked at Shelagh, she looked beautiful to him. She was such a surprise to yet her know her for so long, only always hidden behind the habit.

He wasn't sure what he was thinking. Everything has just sort of happened.

He'd found her. That's all that mattered. When she'd called him to say she was being discharged he'd got an indescribable feeling. He just knew in his bones, in his heat what he wanted was her. The fact she'd called him must mean she felt the same?

She looked happy. In the last few times he'd seen her she hadn't and that had upset him. Obviously the TB had brought her down and he'd worried he had upset too. But now looking at her it was as though she'd always been Shelagh.