They had officially moved into their new house. The moving truck with all of their things had finally made it and the electricity and phone had been connected. The ketchup was back in the fridge for breakfast and the gold settee was in the den. Shelagh smiled to herself at how everything seemed to be in its place downstairs before she slowly climbed the stairs.

Each of the bedrooms still needed to be painted and wallpapered so all the furniture was in the rooms but not pushed against the walls. She walked past Tim's room and then Angela's room, glad that the two would both now have a room of their own. Instead of turning into her own room and going to lie down as she had promised Patrick, she instead went into the room that would become the nursery.

All of Angela's baby things were in the center of the room, including the crib and other items she had once told Patrick to get rid of. She rubbed her large stomach and thanked God that her husband had not listened. Maybe he had more faith and hope than either of them had realized. She grabbed the notebook from on top of a small dresser and continued to inventory what they had and what was still needed for the nursery. She glanced down at the can of soft yellow paint that sat on the floor waiting to be used tomorrow and ticked "buy paint for nursery" off a to-do list on another page of her notebook. Seeing that the next item was "paint nursery" she knew that Patrick and Timothy would have to do that for her but she would still get the satisfaction of marking it off her list.

She heard the front door open downstairs and realized Patrick and the children were already back from picking up their dinner. Fish and chips seemed like the only option after all the heavy lifting and reorganization that had been done today. She stayed in the nursery continuing on with her list but it didn't take long for Patrick to find her.

"I thought you were going to lie down while we were gone." He pointed out when he walked in the door behind her.

"I felt it was a better use of time to see what else we need for the nursery instead of staring at the ceiling in our room." She responded.

"You know you need some time off your feet. You don't want to be back on bedrest due to overdoing it." Patrick tried to caution as he walked closer to her.

"I know. I feel fine and I'm not moving anything, just making a list." She replied with tears starting to well in her eyes. Damn hormones she thought to herself.

"Speaking of lists... is there a page in that notebook dedicated to names yet? You know if we don't pick one then Tim and Angela will and we may not like what they pick." Patrick tried to change the subject to hopefully stop her from crying.

"Tim did a wonderful job last time." Shelagh said while using a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the moisture from her eyes.

"I know he did. But we have time to ponder names this time and I think we do our best pondering together." Patrick commented beforing moving closer and encircling her with his arms.

"You're not going to be able to do that for much longer." Shelagh pointed out with a small smile. Her stomach smashed up against his as his fingers interlocked behind her back.

"No changing the subject." He replied quickly.

"Both you and Tim think that we are having a boy and if we are... I just want to name him after you." Shelagh admitted softly with her head resting on his chest.

"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me but I don't want to be the man who feels so full of himself that he uses his name for his children." Patrick said.

"Oh Patrick. It is not about being full of yourself, it is admitting that you are a decent person and someone our child can look up to. What about using your name for a middle name?" Shelagh tried to suggest a way for her to get what she wanted. He stood there silently for a little while before nodding his head yes at her request.

"What about your father? Did he have a hard to say Scottish name that Tim would disapprove of." Patrick said with a slight gleam in his eye. His comment caused Shelagh to giggle.

"No. His name was Edward. All the people who knew him well called him Ted. I think I remember my mother calling him Teddy as a term of endearment." She replied with that wistful look she got when she thought of her childhood.

"Well then we have a name for a boy, I love the sound of Teddy and when he is older he can decide if he likes Ted or Edward better. Do you want to pick a girl's name too? Or do you agree with me and Tim that it is going to be a boy?" Patrick replied, finally letting her out of his embrace so he could look in her eyes.

"I would love to call her Grace Hope if it is a girl. It has taken us both a lot of Grace to accept the path God has set us on. We also never gave up Hope, not when we found out about the effect of my TB or when I was in the hospital a few months ago. What do you think?" Shelagh said quietly while staring into his big brown eyes.

"That sounds perfect. So Edward Patrick, but we call him Teddy, for a boy. And Grace Hope for a girl." Patrick replied back. She nodded in return. Patrick leaned down to kiss her softly, rubbing her stomach with one hand to feel the baby they had just been discussing. They broke apart as they heard their children downstairs yelling.

"Dad! Mum!" Timothy and Angela yelled together. "If you two don't stop whatever you're doing and hurry down here then Angela and I will eat your fish and chips." Tim yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I can't hurry anywhere at the moment." Shelagh huffed before she walked out of the room, her expanded size accounting for her slowness.

"Coming." Patrick yelled as he followed his now slightly upset wife out the door, somewhat excited to see how her hormones would lead her to respond to their son's cheeky comment. Those hormones were all over the place at eight months and he never knew if they were a help or a hindrance in him trying to sway his wife. He decided they had helped him talk her into thinking about baby names and he was surprised they had agreed so quickly. Maybe he could use them to his advantage again later and actually get her to relax a little tonight. He looked down at her to-do list on the dresser in front of him and knew that to get her relaxed he would be awfully busy.