The next day
"Dinner! Timothy cooked it himself," Patrick called as he finished setting the table.
"Nice dinner?" Angela asked, toddling into the room, cocking her head at her father.
"Toad in the hole. C'mon let's get you in your chair," Timothy told his sister, picking her up.
"NO! NO TOAD!" Angela protested. Patrick chuckled,
"Not really toad. Sausages. See?" he reassured her gently, taking her from Tim's arms and helping her into the high chair.
"Shelagh?" he called,
"dinner's ready!" Shelagh sat in her room on the bed, zoned out again. A soft knock on the door bought her back to her senses.
"Shelagh?" a soft voice asked from behind the door. Patrick pushed it open and crouched in front of her.
"Are you alright? You're not yourself recently..." The soft concern in his voice stung her ears.
"I'm fine. So... Dinners ready?" She murmured. A little later the family were at the table having a meal. Laughter and jokes filled the room, though Shelagh seemed distant...
"Its not that bad Mum... You can eat it!" Tim laughed pointing at his step-mums untouched plate of food.
"I'm sure it's delicious Timothy, but I've lost my appetite today. I'm sorry," she told him, scruffing his hair affectionately. Tim sighed, disappointed, he had made it just for her.
''But it's your favourite...'' he muttered, pushing his plate away and retreating to his room.
"My love can we talk later? When the children are asleep?" Patrick asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Mhm" She sighed, looking away. Patrick was a doctor, he had an idea about what was happening, and he prayed that he was wrong...
''So, how was work?'' Patrick asked, changing the subject awkwardly.
''I um... I didn't go. I stayed at home...'' Shelagh confessed, looking down at her food.
''I haven't been getting enough sleep and I just... can't bear the idea of a baby-Oh!" Shelagh covered her face and sobbed into her hands. Patrick sighed hugging his wife tenderly.
''I'm sorry! They probably needed me, and I wasn't there!" Shelagh cried into her husband's shoulder. Patrick exhaled,
''My love, Valarie Dyer was perfectly happy filling in for you. Nobody blames you, alright?'' He continued gently stroking her back.
''I'm sorry, I'll do the dishes.'' Shelagh said abruptly, pulling away and collecting the plates up. Patrick followed her into the kitchen and waited in the door way
''Shelagh, come back to the table.'' Shelagh threw the cloth she was using into the sink making water splash everywhere.
''Patrick, please!" she shouted angrily. Realising what she had done, she gasped and threw her hand up to her mouth stifling another sob.
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Suddenly x-Turnadette-x
RomanceA few things to note; I started writing this during Shelagh's pregnancy in the real show, it was originally a one shot but I made it into a longer story. The baby is the wrong gender but aside from that basically everything is the same. Mae is just...
