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So here's chapter 6! This chapter - I feel - does tug on the heartstrings a little, but I hope that you all enjoy it and that you will review so that I know what you all think! Thank you all once again for your support! x
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Okay, so obviously I am very impatient and can't wait for Wednesday to come so here is chapter 3! From now on I am going to post when chapters are completed, so I don't know when the next chapter will be up but I don't think the wait will be too long. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please remember to repost/comment! Thank you for your continued support! x
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Turner Family Fanfiction - Â The Alphabetical Turners!
T is for Teddy!
Shelagh couldn't remove the perfect smile from her lips as she held her precious newborn safely in her arms in the early hours of the next morning, her beautiful baby boy, now named Teddy, sucking sleepily upon her breast as his fragile hand cupped the round swell of it in its palm and his thick dark eyelashes fluttered gently. Neither she nor Patrick had moved from the position that they'd been sat in together as she had pushed their son into the world almost an hour-and-a-half earlier, neither one of them ready to let one another go. His arms were now wrapped warmly around her middle as she smoothed the backs of her fingers soothingly across the warmth of Teddy's cheek, his lips pressing to the creamy skin at the side of her neck before she settled back against him and met his gaze with a tearful smile. 'My beautiful, brave girl.' He tucked a strand of perfect blonde hair back beneath her ear before kissing her warm rosy lips slowly and reveling in the delicate hum that escaped her, her lips parting beneath his before he deepened their kiss.
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Q is for Quarrel!Â
She hadn’t said one word to him since they had made their way through the front door of their flat earlier that evening, choosing instead to make her way into their sitting room and settle herself on the settee with Teddy cradled protectively in her arms after she had thanked Sister Julienne for taking care of the children. He hadn’t meant to be so harsh when he had reprimanded her for forgetting to label one of the pregnancy tests that had been sent up to the London earlier that morning, but even when he had seen pure hurt and shock in her eyes as she had been sat at her desk in the waiting room he hadn’t apologised for his outburst. His scolding had put her in a sour mood for the rest of the day, the only time she wore a smile being when she was either tending to a patient or when one of the Sisters or nurses came in. She hadn’t spoken to him since he had told her off.Â
He had wanted to speak to her about it once she had put Angela to bed after supper but she had been breastfeeding Teddy and he knew that she preferred silence when he was at her breast, so he’d accepted the fact that he’d need to wait until their son had succeeded in filling his small belly and he had nodded off in his mother’s arms with his blanket. To his slight annoyance, however, Teddy had been in just as much of a sour mood as Shelagh had been throughout the day. It’d taken nearly two hours to get him off, not even skin-to-skin helping to settle him as it usually did. The only thing that had seemed to comfort him enough to finally get him to drift off had been his mother allowing him to suck upon the tip of her finger, and even that had taken it’s time to have any effect. Her bad mood still hadn’t lifted when she had come downstairs once again after settling Teddy in his cot and kissing his warm forehead lingeringly, Shelagh refusing to meet her husband’s gaze as she’d walked straight past him and had made her way through to the kitchen.
Where she was now.
Patrick took a deep breath as he was stood outside the kitchen and he could hear his wife washing the dishes at the sink, the humming that usually came from her as she threw herself into her task unable to be heard. She really was in a mood. He told himself to man up a short time later before he made his way into the room, Shelagh casting her gaze over at him for just a moment before she went back to her task and disacknowledged his presence. ‘Shelagh.’ He sighed softly as he made his way over to her, coming to a halt beside her as he leaned against the kitchen counter and she continued to ignore him as she cleaned one of the supper plates with the dishcloth, her hands soapy as she worked. 'Darling, we need to talk about this.’ He placed his hand upon the creamy skin of her shoulder, sighing deeply as she shrugged him off and he gazed down at her. 'Please listen.’
'You mean like you listened to me when I tried to explain to you why I forgot to label that pregnancy test this morning?’ She hissed as she gazed at him momentarily before she cast her eyes back down to the soapy water in the skin, shaking her head in annoyance. 'Next time you decide that you’re going to scold me like I’m a naughty schoolgirl that is in need of a paddling, may you have the decency to ask me to step into your office so that I’m not made to look like a fool in front of the patients? I’ve never felt so humiliated!’
'Shelagh, I only snapped because I’m exhausted!’ He exclaimed softly. 'We’ve only been back at work for three days since having Teddy, and I’ve not had one full night’s sleep!’
'You’re exhausted!?’ She laughed in disbelief as her eyes widened and she turned to him with a hand on her hip through her apron, her deep blue eyes fixed on him. 'Who is the one that has to get up several times through the night to sit and breastfeed our son?’ She asked, the anger clear in her voice as it was mixed with her beautiful Scottish brogue. 'Who is the one who has bleeding hands at the end of every day from wringing out nappies? Which one of us, even if we’re not well, has to prepare and make meals every day?’ He heard the tears in her voice and felt awful as he realised just how exhausted she really was. 'I had Angela and Teddy keeping me awake all night last night, Angela crying for me because she’s ill and because she kept having nightmares that there was a stupid monster under her bed, and Teddy crying because he’s three-months-old!’ Her warm tears were rolling slowly down her cheeks now as she gazed up at him, Patrick unable to respond as he felt his heart break for her. 'I forgot to label the pregnancy test because Sister Julienne telephoned me, Patrick.’ She sniffed, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks whilst fresh ones continued to fall. 'She told me Angela’d thrown up and asked what to do.’
'You should have told me.’ He told her gently, his voice more loving than it had been throughout the day.
'I tried!’ She exclaimed through her tears, running a hand through her brown hair in exasperation. 'But you just kept harping on about how irresponsible I was for forgetting the label, and when I told you that I had a viable excuse for it, you said that there couldn’t be one. I understand that you’re tired, but that’s no excuse for being so cold toward me.’ She removed her glasses from her face momentarily in order to wipe the tears away and compose herself slightly, her sniffs continuing as she went back to cleaning the dishes.
'My darling-’ He sighed, attempting to place his hand upon her shoulder once again.
That was when the two of them heard Teddy’s cries from the floor above, Shelagh sighing as she untied her apron. 'I’ll go.’ She told him, glancing at him as she left the kitchen.
Patrick groaned to himself as he leaned back against the wall. He was an absolute idiot.
He needed to do something to make it up to her. But what?
'See, there’s no need for all this noise, darling.’ She soothed as she continued to slowly pace her bedroom a short while later, Teddy’s perfect head cushioned upon her shoulder as she patted his back comfortingly and pressed slow kisses to his hairline. It had turned out that all he had been after was a snuggle with her because he had woken up to find that he was alone, and as soon as she had brought him into her arms he had quietened and buried his head into the side of her neck. She lowered herself down into the rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room a few moments later, supporting Teddy’s rear as she brought him to settle against her chest and she felt him cuddle up against her. 'You gorgeous boy.’ She whispered with a smile, sweeping her hand over his brown hair before dropping a kiss to his crown and beginning to rock quietly back and forth in her chair.
It was a short while later when she felt a presence and she looked up to see her husband standing in the doorway as he leaned against the door frame, a warm smile on his lips as he gazed over at her and his arms were crossed over his chest. 'You were born to be a Mummy, you know.’ He told her as his deep brown eyes sparkled softly. 'I mean that.’ She allowed a small smile to form upon her own lips as she met his gaze, her annoyance at him still there but not as deeply as it had been a short while back. 'Could I show you something?’ He raised his brow at her as he entered the room and she continued to pat their son’s back soothingly as he slept peacefully against her chest. 'Please, my darling?’
She could see that whatever he wanted to show her was important to him, and so she nodded quietly before raising from the rocking chair and carrying Teddy to his bassinet. 'I love you so much, my perfect boy.’ She whispered before leaning down to kiss his forehead softly, a gentle sigh leaving her as she made her way up to her husband and slipped her hand into his own. 'What are you up to?’ She asked softly as Patrick brushed his thumb warmly across her knuckles, lingering slightly upon her wedding ring as he smiled at her and continued to lead her down their stairwell before coming to a halt outside their sitting room door and taking hold of her waist, drawing her against his chest with a sigh.
'I’ve been a complete and utter fool.’ He admitted as he gazed down at her and her deep blue eyes sparkled as she listened to him, her hands settled upon his chest through his shirt as he stroked his thumbs against the dips of her sides. 'I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you at the surgery and I should not have spoken to you like that, especially in front of the mothers. You’re my wife, Shelagh, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved another woman in all my life.’ He cupped her cheek warmly. 'I don’t know if it’s because we had to fight so hard to be together or because you’ve given me and Timothy so much support, but what I do know is that I shouldn’t be treating you as though you’re simply another nurse. I shouldn’t speak so harshly anyway, never mind who I am talking to, but I should never have spoken to you like I did earlier. I am so sorry, and I can only hope that you can forgive me for that.’ He felt his heart begin to race as she rose carefully onto her tiptoes and left one of the warmest open-mouthed kisses upon his smooth cheek.
'I do forgive you, Patrick.’ She whispered as she returned back to her mediocre height and slipped her arms loosely around his waist. 'I should have made sure that all the tests were labelled before I let Nurse Crane take them this morning, and I’m so glad that the London realised that I’d missed one and telephoned you to inform us. It did upset me to hear you speak so harshly to me, but I don’t judge you for it. It was my mistake and I needed to be reprimanded for it, so I shouldn’t have acted so badly towards you today.’
He shook his head. 'We’ve both made a few mistakes today, my love, mistakes that we both need to learn from. But right now, I want to show you what I’ve set up for you.’ He took her hand once again before telling her to close her eyes, Shelagh doing as she was told before he opened the sitting room door and guided her safely into the room. 'Okay, you can open your eyes now, darling.’ She gasped softly when she did, her eyes beginning to sting with tears of love and joy as she took in the sight before her. He had made a replica of the indoor picnic that the two of them had shared on their first proper date after she had fallen ill with a cold and so they’d had to cancel their reservation at the fancy restaurant that they’d originally planned to eat at, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the chocolate-covered strawberries and the two glass champagne flutes upon the blanket.
'You did all of this for me?’ She whimpered as she gazed up at him, her hand coming to rest upon his chest.
'Everything that I do is for you.’ He reassured her as he allowed his hand to find her waist, their warm lips meeting in a long and soft kiss. 'It always has been, my perfect girl.’
'I love you.’ She breathed as he pressed his forehead against her own and they permitted their noses to graze affectionately. 'Even if you are extremely sentimental.’
'I love you too, sweetheart.’ He reassured her. 'So incredibly much.’
As the two of them indulged in their chocolate-covered strawberries that evening and fed them to one another as they were snuggled on the blanket, their champagne flutes sat before them as the fire spat in the hearth, they knew that no matter how heated their quarrels got they would always make amends. They’d never slide into bed in a foul mood.
Because they loved one another deeply, and neither one of them could sleep without the other one being wrapped up in their arms.
It was just the way they worked. And they cherished that.
Author’s Note: I cannot believe I am on Q already and am more than half-way through the alphabet! These are so fun to do and I am so excited to see Baby Teddy in the CS in just a month’s time! Thank you to everyone who has stayed with me from the very first chapter up to now, it means so much to me and your reviews are what inspire me to continue! Please review this chapter, and I hope you’ll follow until the end of this story! thank you for your support! x
Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners
H is for Holiday!
The two of them had wanted to return to Torquay ever since they had arrived back in Poplar after their honeymoon almost four years ago, both of them deciding that they would return as soon as their family was complete. They knew that Edward was likely to be their third and final child, considering their was a high risk of Shelagh miscarrying should she become pregnant again, and so they had decided to make the three hour journey up to the beautiful town that they had fallen in love with several years ago, Timothy, Angela and Edward making the holiday so much more perfect this time. They had only been in the town for two days, and yet the children had already fallen in love with the sights and the beach. Even Edward was content to stand at the edge of the ocean and hold onto his mother's hand as the cool water covered his tiny feet. Patrick and Shelagh's honeymoon had been nothing short of perfect, but they knew that nothing could be more satisfying than spending time with their children, making more memories.
Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners
G is for Gentle!
Patrick couldn't help but smile as he was stood in the doorway to his bedroom one evening and he watched his wife pace slowly back and forth with Teddy settled in her arms, her gentle voice filling the air as she pulled his soft blanket further around his tiny body and continued to sing a soothing Gaelic lullaby whilst she gazed down at her little miracle. Edward had only been a member of the Turner family for two days, but he had already managed to claim his mother's heart. There was no denying that Shelagh was completely besotted with her little boy, considering she couldn't draw her eyes away from him when he would take his milk from her, and Patrick never tired of seeing her eyes light up whenever Edward snuggled against her chest when she attempted to settle him down for a nap. She was an incredible mother.
Shelagh was always so gentle and compassionate with both he and their children, and she managed to make him so immensely proud of her by the little things that she did. She hardly ever scolded Angela or Timothy when they made mistakes, and even when she did, her voice would still hold the softness that Patrick adored so much. Anyone could see that Shelagh would give everything up in a heartbeat to give her children the childhood that she never had, which was probably why she was so respected in the community. She had a way with children, which was one of the reasons why Patrick felt so honoured to call her his wife. Every caress that she left upon her children's cheeks were so light that they could barely be felt, but they still said everything that her words never could. They expressed the love she possessed.
She wasn't only gentle when showing affection to the children that had all managed to bring her so much joy, but to her husband as well whenever they made love. The kisses that she left upon his lips, even when they were hungry and fueled by desire, were still gentle and warm as she tangled her fingers slowly in his dark brown hair. Her hands were smooth and therapeutic as she ran them soothingly along his chest whilst they kissed long into the night, her nimble fingers easily unbuttoning his shirt before she would drop it to the floor and run the tips of them through the dark hair that covered his torso. There was never a time that Shelagh was anything other than gentle and loving, and her family adored that the most about her. 'It's rather rude to stare, you know.' Her beautiful voice brought him back to the present.
A loving smile formed upon his lips as he made his way across their bedroom before placing his hand on the back of her head and drawing her slightly closer, kissing the warmth of her brow lingeringly as she continued to soothe their son. 'You're such an incredible mother.' He murmured against her hairline once he had wrapped his arm around her middle and allowed her to lean into him, Edward nuzzling against his mother as she gazed sleepily down at him. 'It's no wonder that our children love you so much, my love.' Her gentle hum of appreciation broke through the comfortable silence of the room when she rested her head upon his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, her lips brushing slowly against the soft skin that she discovered there before he kissed her warm brown hair. 'Hmm, I think someone else is sleepy too.'
'I didn't have time to rest today.' She admitted as she sighed lovingly against his neck and felt him brush his thumb against the base of her back through her nightgown. 'Not with Timothy needing me to help him pack for his camping trip and Angela feeling unwell. I've not really had chance to sit down since you left for work this morning, Patrick, and my feet are killing me.' She felt the lingering kiss which his lips left upon the side of her head, a sleepy smile spreading across her face as she allowed her eyes to flutter open and catch Edward staring up at her. She pulled away from her husband's warmth a few seconds later, cradling her son close before dipping her head and kissing his hairline tenderly. 'I can't stop kissing him.' She admitted with a slight giggle as Patrick brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. 'I adore him.'
'I know you do, my beautiful girl.' He smiled as he cupped the side of his wife's neck and brushed his thumb against her sharp jawline before catching her in a long and tender kiss, feeling her sigh gently into his mouth as their tongues touched and she smiled against his lips. 'I'm taking the day off tomorrow and staying home to help you care for the children, Shelagh.' He spoke softly to her as his hand settled on her hip and he brushed his thumb against it through her nightgown, pressing the tip of his finger to her lips when he saw her begin to object. 'No buts.' She kissed the pad of his finger lightly before he began to lead her over to their bed and she allowed him to pull back the covers for her, her heart swelling with love for him as she got onto the bed and settled back against the headboard. 'I love you, Mrs. Turner.'
He pressed a tender kiss to the crown of her head once he had replaced the quilt over her lap and she sank into her pillows, his hand running along the length of her arm before he pulled away and a soft and long yawn escaped her. 'Will you come and cuddle with me whilst I feed him?' Her voice had taken on that gentle tone again as she made to untie the ribbon at her shoulder, nothing but pure love in his eyes as he nodded and made his way around to his own side of the bed. Edward had already latched onto his mother's breast when he settled back against the headboard, his tiny hand cupping the warm skin that he discovered upon the swell of it as he sucked rather eagerly upon her nipple. 'It feels incredible.' She admitted as Patrick slid his arm around her shoulders. 'To be able to watch him take his milk off of me.'
'I'm so proud of you for how far you've come since you agreed to become my wife, you know.' He pressed a warm kiss to her shoulder as she gazed down at their son, her hand resting lovingly upon the back of Edward's head as she smiled. 'We've faced so many troubles together, and you've still stayed so strong through it all when you could have just given up hoping. Every time something has gone wrong, I've realized that we always seem to get something good out of it in the end.' She turned her head to face him, a sweet smile upon her lips. 'We were told that we would never be able to have a baby through our lovemaking, and then we were blessed with Angela less than a year later. Then there was the threatened miscarriage with Edward, but we kept hoping and now he's ours and he's loved.'
'I never could have gotten through all of that if you weren't by my side.' She admitted sleepily as she allowed her head to rest back against his shoulder, his fingertips stroking the warm skin of her arm as their son's sucking had quietened considerably. 'You held my hand through every one of those problems, and I feel so blessed to have you.' He kissed the centre of her forehead slowly. 'I love you, Patrick.'
'I love you too, sweetheart.' He sighed as he nuzzled his nose against her hairline. 'More than anything.'
The kiss that she left to the warm skin of his neck just below his jaw was completely filled with gentility and love.
Just like her.
Author's Note: I know this ended a little abruptly, but I wasn't exactly sure what else to write and I thought it was pretty sweet to end like this, so I hope you don't mind too much! I'd like to thank everyone who has read this story so far, and for all the support that I have received! I love writing for this couple, and this is just one way for me to cope until this year's Christmas special which seems as though it's never going to get here! Only 153 days left, guys! Please review this chapter and tell me what you thought of it, because I'd be so grateful if you did. Next Chapter: H is for Holiday!
