Prompt 28: "You're so (fucking) adorable." Taking the liberty of changing this one to "You're so very adorable" because Turnadette.

Summary: Missing scene from the 2017 Christmas special because omg we got so much Turnadette inspiration!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Shelagh was so tired between Teddy, and the surgery, and the added stress of the snow crisis that when Patrick hadn't come to bed that night, she just assumed he was still working and didn't bother to check downstairs. She missed being curled around him (and his warmth), but the truth was that even if he had come up, they still would have been woken every few hours by Teddy and she was only five weeks recovered from giving birth to their little miracle, so any private holiday celebrations were out of the question.

"Only one more week…" she couldn't help herself from longing. She felt fine, but she knew they should heed the standard warning if for nothing else than the fact that they still hadn't had the now-necessary talk about contraception. The Shelagh of four years ago would have simply accepted any future pregnancies as gifts from God and never questioned it. The Shelagh who was now a mother of a teenager, a toddler, and a newborn had a few minor concerns...but that would have to wait. For now, it was 5:30 in the morning and Teddy was due for feeding.

"Come here, sweet boy." Shelagh cooed as she bent over the cot and lovingly lifted the fussing baby. She brought him back to the bed and smiled as he latched on and she checked her watch. "Right on time, little one. It's good to know you're not completely your father's son." Later in the day, she would occasionally rest her eyes as he fed and grab a few moments of peace, but the early mornings belonged to her and Teddy. When Angela and Tim were still asleep, and Patrick was working or snoring softly beside them, she could take the time to study her precious bundle. She loved watching the way his tiny mouth made the smallest sucking sounds and the way his chubby fingers flexed against the air. His eyes were solidly brown now, but his hair was still up for debate. She knew Patrick hoped their son would go Tim's route and get his mother's tameable locks instead of his own unruly mess, but Shelagh secretly hoped she would get to see Teddy running rampant with Patrick's flop of dark hair bouncing as he went.

At almost exactly 5:45, Teddy let go of her breast with a tiny sigh and smacked his lips as he looked up at her as if to say 'next please, mummy!'. Shelagh giggled and gently turned him so he could latch onto her left side instead and shook her head when he immediately did so without any encouragement. He truly was as good as gold.

When he'd finished, Shelagh wiped his contented mouth and bundled them both up so they could go get breakfast started. She expected the mess of the sitting room she hadn't bothered to tidy the day before. What she didn't expect to see, was Patrick, bent over fast asleep at the table, face resting uncomfortably on Angela's magic bean costume, which, while finished, was now sporting a rather impressive drool mark.

"Oh dear, Teddy, what happened to Daddy?" she laughed. "Patrick." she prodded his shoulder as she whispered his name, but he didn't move. "Patrick." she tried again, slightly louder. He stirred slightly and she waited with amused patience as he slowly woke and realized where he was.

"Shelagh?" he slurred sleepily. "What time is it?"

"It's 6am, dearest." she grinned. "You fell asleep."

"Oh." he slowly realized what he'd been doing previously. "Oh no, Shelagh, I'm sorry. I meant to clean everything up when I was finished, I didn't mean to leave more work." he gestured sadly to the crafting explosion on the table.

"Patrick, it's fine." she assured. "Honestly, I'm impressed you finished the bean costume." she only somewhat teased - domestic crafts were not his forte.

"Believe me, it was far easier than sewing Mrs. Carson back up after that nine pounder yesterday." he grumbled. "Sorry, that was a bit crass." he apologized at her raised eyebrow.

"It was, but we're both exhausted, so I think you're excused." Shelagh kissed his forehead and her bending over alerted Teddy to his father's presence as he eagerly reached out. "I think someone wants his daddy." Shelagh smiled. The sight of his smiling baby boy instantly brightened Patrick and he took Teddy happily.

"Hello, young man." Patrick greeted as he bounced his son. "How was breakfast?"

"Exactly on time, as usual." Shelagh replied proudly.

"Oh good, he takes after his mother." Patrick quipped.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Angela cried out as she ran down the stairs.

"Angela Turner, do not run down those stairs. We've talked about this." Shelagh scolded.

"Sorry, mummy." Angela apologized softly, but immediately bounced back to her original train of thought. "It's bean day!" she shouted. Patrick and Shelagh both laughed and her nervous enthusiasm.

"That's right, Angel girl." Patrick held up his creation proudly after handing Teddy back to Shelagh. "And look what we have for you!"

"Bean!" Angela screamed excitedly as she clamored onto Patrick's lap to get a closer look at her costume. Shelagh and Patrick watched as their daughter thoroughly studied her burlap sack in quiet contemplation before declaring, "No bean."

"No bean?" Shelagh asked in confusion. Angela had been so excited just a moment before.

"No bean, mummy! No bean!" Angela cried.

Patrick looked up at his wife in horror. "Is it the costume?" he asked, terrified. "Did I mess it up?"

"I don't think so." Shelagh said, realizing. "Angela, are you afraid to be in Jack and the Beanstalk?"

Angela looked at Shelagh with big, scared eyes.

"No bean, mummy. Please!"

"Oh sweetheart, what happened? You were so excited to be a magic bean the other day." Shelagh realized that wasn't entirely true as she said it. Angela was excited the other day, but it was because they thought the pantomime had been canceled. How could she not have noticed that her daughter had terrible stage fright?

Angela continued to shake her head and mutter 'no bean' until Patrick was struck with inspiration. He picked up the sparkly bean headband and quickly put it on, wincing a bit at the child-size tightness.

"Look, Angela, Daddy bean!" Patrick exclaimed. Angela looked up and giggled at the sight of her dad with a big sparkling bean on top of his head.

"Daddy bean!" she repeated back to him as she pointed and laughed.

"Can we be beans together, love?" he asked his daughter. "Can you wear the bean sack and I can wear the hat?"

Angela pondered for a moment before she grabbed her sack and held it out to Patrick.

"Help?" she indicated. Patrick beamed and eagerly helped her into the arm and head holes. She looked down at herself and up at Patrick. "Mummy, two beans!"

Shelagh was smiling so wide, she felt her face might break.

"Two beans, darling!" she replied ecstatically. Angela hopped off Patrick's lap and went to wake up Tim to show him before her parents could stop her. Patrick didn't even have the heart to tell her Tim would be less than pleased, he was just so happy she wasn't scared anymore - for the time being.

"Well, I think we might have quite the star-to-be on our hands." Patrick declared.

"I think we might want to wait until after the pantomime to make that assumption, dearest." Shelagh smiled and then couldn't help it and burst out laughing.

"What?" Patrick asked.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, it's the sequin bean hat." she gasped between words. He smirked.

"You don't think it makes me look dashing?" He teased. Shelagh resisted the urge to yank it right off his head.

"I think you're so very adorable, Patrick." she replied. "But you should stick to medicine, I don't think a life in the theater is quite for you." she giggled at his offended look and made her way to the kitchen, bouncing Teddy as she went.

Patrick felt a secret second of disappointment when Angela decided to wear her hat in the pantomime, but his beaming pride for his little girl far surpassed any negative feelings in the end. He didn't need to be in costume to be her second bean.

28 down, 22 to go! Hope you enjoy!