Patrick couldn't help but chuckle when he was sat on a blanket on the beach one afternoon and he watched while Shelagh and Angela played on the shore, his wife holding their little girl's hand in her own as she jumped over each wave as it came in. He was able to hear the two of them giggling from where he was sat and it just made his love for them both deeper.
Angela looked so beautiful in the pale blue swimming costume that her mother had bought for her for their long weekend in Torquay and he had to admit that his wife looked radiant in the floral summer dress that she had chosen to wear. The smile that was on her lips didn't go unnoticed by him and he felt a wave of relief wash over him at the sight of it.
She had been so tired and emotional over the last couple of weeks - all of her demands as a working woman, a wife and a mother to their two children had taken their toll on her - and it had been on the night that Patrick had found her crying while sat on the edge of their bed that he had told her that he had thought a couple of days away had been on the cards.
She had attempted to tell him that the two of them didn't have time for a weekend away but he had known that if she had continued to push herself then she would have burned out. He had reminded her of when he had had his breakdown due to exhaustion and all of the stress that he had been under and he had told her that he didn't want to see her go through that, which had led her to agree to having a couple of days away from Poplar and from her work.
Now, as he watched her lower herself down to Angela's level in order to give her forehead a kiss, he could tell that she wasn't thinking about all of the demands that were waiting for her back at home. She was letting herself live in the moment and make the most of the time that she was able to spend with him and their children and he loved seeing how relaxed she was.
A tender smile spread across his features when he saw Angela running over to him a short time later, the love that he held for her evident in his eyes as he opened his arms to her and allowed her to enter his lap once she had reached him. 'You're all wet, Angel Girl!’ He wound his arms around her waist as he chuckled before snugging her closer to his chest, his perfect little girl blessing him with a warm smile as she met his gaze. 'Did you and Mummy have fun?'
She nodded in response before grasping his shirt in her hand and resting her head on his shoulder, Patrick running his fingers through her windswept hair as he watched Shelagh walk over to the two of them. 'Where's Tim disappeared to?' She asked as she sat down beside him.
'He went to get some ice cream for him and Angela a few minutes ago.' He told her. 'Which means that I get to have my girls all to myself until he gets back.' He unwound one arm from around Angela's waist before wrapping it around Shelagh's and drawing her closer, revelling in the sigh that she released when he placed a kiss on her brow. 'Are you enjoying yourself?' He inquired once she had rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her face into his neck.
'I am.' She nodded before kissing the underside of his jaw. 'I'm sorry if I've been snappish or short-tempered with you and the children over the last couple of weeks; I never intended to be, I've just been so tired.' Patrick turned his head in her direction in order to look into her eyes.
'You don't need to apologise darling.' He shook his head. 'You've done nothing wrong.'
She blessed him with a smile. 'I think - when we're back in Poplar - I'm going to stop trying to do everything all at once.' She removed a piece of lint from his shirt as she gazed up at him.
'That's what I've been telling you to do for months.' He teased, causing her to giggle. 'You are an incredible wife, Shelagh, and you are the best mother in Poplar but you're not a machine. You need to let yourself relax every now and again just like everyone else does, sweetheart.'
'I know that now.' She reassured him while stroking Angela's hair with the palm of her hand, a smile on her lips as she could tell that her little girl had grown tired whilst playing in the sea. She tilted her head back against her husband's shoulder after caressing Angela's cheek, her eyes holding nothing but love for him as she looked into his eyes. 'Kiss me, Patrick.' She sighed.
He ran his hand along the curve of her side as he grazed his nose against hers for a second before capturing her lips in a slow kiss, Shelagh tracing the sharpness of his jaw with the tips of her fingers as they allowed their kiss to linger. 'Mum; Dad, there are other people here, you know!' The two of them parted at the sound of their son's voice before laughing at the slight frown that was on his face when he sat down on the blanket and gave Angela her ice cream.
Shelagh snuggled further into her husband's warmth when a silence fell over they and their children, her eyes sparkling as she placed her lips beside his ear. 'This has been the perfect day.' She whispered before kissing him on the cheek and settling into his embrace again.
'It has, my love.' He leaned his forehead against hers.
And the two of them knew that there were many, many more perfect days ahead of them.
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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
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.
Patrick found himself unable to hold back the deep sigh of contentment that escaped him as he lay quietly beside his wife and she slept soundly in his arms, her head cushioned upon his chest as her arm was draped over his abdomen and her leg was tangled with his beneath the quilt. As he ran his palm over the curve of her side and brought the fingers of his free hand through her deep brown hair, he thought of how the two of them had lay in the exact same position on the first morning of their honeymoon. Shelagh had been so content to just cuddle against his chest as the sunlight had come in through the drapes that hung in the windows of their hotel room, her head buried beneath his chin as he had pressed countless kisses to her crown and she had slept so peacefully in his embrace. Patrick'd thought that Shelagh couldn't ever be more beautiful in his eyes than she'd been that first morning, but now he knew that he'd never stop noticing things about his perfect wife which only made her so more appealing in his eyes.
Pressing a lingering kiss to her crown as he held her slightly closer to him, he breathed in her scent through her hair and allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he smiled. 'My gorgeous girl.' He murmured softly into her light brown tresses and brushed his thumb against her hip beneath the covers. She stirred momentarily with a gentle hum of contentment before she allowed her fingertips to caress the warm skin of his side and settled back into her peaceful slumber. It wasn't long until a perfect gurgle came from the cot on Shelagh's side of the bed and Patrick felt his heart swell with love for the perfect little boy settled in it, his lips pressing to the side of his wife's head before he carefully removed his arms from around her and slipped out from beneath the warmth of the covers. As he made his way around to Teddy's cot, a small smile formed upon his lips as he knew that he already had everything that he could ever want in life. An occupation that supported his family, a loving and supportive wife and his three perfect children.
'There's my boy.' His voice was gentle when he finally allowed his gaze to fall upon the perfect baby that he had somehow helped to create, his six-month-old son blessing him with a smile that allowed him a peek at his first tiny tooth. Patrick remembered how he had found Shelagh sitting up with Edward in her arms over the course of several nights as he sucked on an ice cold flannel, the cool material taking the pain off as she rocked back and forth with their son in her arms and she hummed gently into his hair. Even though she had been exhausted until it finally broke through the surface, she still couldn't keep her excitement to herself when the tooth finally did show. Now, she found their beautiful little boy so much more adorable whenever he granted her a look at his tooth. 'Edward Turner, you are growing up far too quickly for Daddy's liking, and I want it to stop this instant.' He teased with a loving chuckle as he leaned in to cradle his son in his arms, nothing but love in his warm brown eyes when Teddy snuggled close.
He was just like his Mummy. Stealing his father's warmth.
As Patrick cast a glance back to his bed, he couldn't help but smile as Shelagh had now shifted to his pillow and her nose was buried into the material as she slept soundly. Oh, how he loved her. The creak of the bedroom door was what made Patrick draw his eyes away from the perfection that was his wife, a gentle chuckle escaping him as he watched a sleepy Angela padding into the room whilst she rubbed her eyes slowly and she held to her teddy's paw. Wordlessly, Patrick sat down on the edge of the bed and sat Teddy upon one knee as he brought his little girl to sit on his other, allowing her to cuddle up to him. 'Morning, Daddy.' Her light voice was muffled against the warm skin of his chest as he brushed his fingers through her soft blonde hair, his lips pressing to the crown of her head as he held her protectively by the waist. It occurred to Patrick, that whilst Angela had grown up to have the exact same personality as her mother, she had also grown up to have her mother's trait of disliking early mornings. Not that he'd ever minded, though, when it meant that he could shower his little angel with kisses and hold her close to him as she woke up at her own pace. 'Did I wake Teddy?' She asked gently as she looked up at him.
'No, my lovely.' He reassured her as he brushed his thumb against the curve of her side through her nightgown and she leaned against his chest, watching her with pride when she stroked her brother's warm cheek with the backs of her fingers. Something that she had seen her mother do when she was settling him down for one of his naps. 'He woke up just before you came in. Why don't you see if he'll go to you for a cuddle, hmm? Then I can try and wake Mummy up so that she can get Edward ready for our beach day?' She nodded excitedly before slipping from her father's lap and allowing him to place Teddy down in her lap. He had never doubted that Angela would make an incredible big sister, but she had definitely exceeded any expectations he might have had. She had taken on a much more gentle nature since her little brother had arrived, and she always managed to stop him crying by playing peek-a-boo with him like Shelagh used to do with her. Despite only being four years of age, she seemed to be turning into a magnificent big sister. Once Patrick was content that Teddy was safe with Angela, he stood up from the bed and made his way around to his own side before kneeling down beside his wife.
She looked so different when her glasses weren't perched upon the bridge of her nose and she wasn't wearing any makeup, her hair tussled from the lengthy kissing sessions that the two of them managed to always find themselves in once the children were all asleep in their own beds. She was still exceptionally beautiful in his eyes, though. She could never be anything but. Allowing his fingers to slide a soft strand of brown hair back behind her ear, he pressed his lips to the warm skin of her brow. Something that he knew would cause her to stir, considering she was rather sensitive there. Once she released a gentle hum, he began to trail his kisses down the bridge of her nose before planting a softer one upon the tip of it and stroking her jaw lovingly. 'Shelagh, my love.' He whispered gently before brushing his lips against her philtrum in advance to covering her mouth with his own. He only had to move his lips once over her own before she started to respond, her breath warm as she hummed against his mouth.
When he pulled back from her lips and stroked the backs of his fingers down the side of her face, her eyes fluttered open and she allowed a sleepy smile to accentuate her features before she took his hand and laced her fingers with his own. 'Good morning.' She whispered as her eyes were half-lidded and he brushed his thumb across her knuckles, a loving smile upon his own lips as he kept his warm gaze on her. He remained quiet as she began to leave an individual kiss upon each one of his knuckles, each graze of her lips against his skin making him fall more in love with the beautiful woman he had married. It wasn't long until she finally noticed that her two youngest children were settled on the edge of the bed, Angela smiling over at her when she realized that she was finally awake. 'Good morning, my sweet boy.' Shelagh giggled as Teddy wriggled out of his sister's arms and hurriedly crawled over to his mother, a beaming smile upon his lips as his light blue eyes glistened. 'Is somebody waiting for their feed?'
Teddy snuggled against his mother's chest once she had brought him slowly into her lap and her fingers combed slowly through his dark hair, his gentle coo against the silky fabric of her nightgown making her press a tender kiss to his crown. 'Angela, darling, come and have a cuddle.' She extended her hand to the beautiful little girl that had stolen her heart from the second that Patrick had quietly eased her into her arms several years ago. The beautiful blonde haired toddler shifted upon the quilt until her mother was able to wrap her arm around her shoulders, a smile forming upon her lips when a tender kiss was pressed to her forehead. 'Mmm, I think we should spend the day down at the beach today and buy some ice creams. What do you think, angel girl, would Edward enjoy that? And Tim?' Angela nodded. 'Well why don't you go and see if you can wake Timothy up whilst Teddy has his breakfast, and then we can all get ready to go out?' Angela didn't need any more coaxing before she slid from the mattress.
'If I've said it once then I've said it a thousand times, Mrs. Turner, you are the most perfect mother in the entire world.' Patrick nuzzled his face into the side of his wife's neck, stealing several warm kisses.
And he meant every word.
- CTM -
It was a short time later when Shelagh and Patrick were sat beside one another on a picnic blanket that they had set down a safe distance away from the ocean, gentle giggles leaving them as they kept an eye on Angela and Timothy whilst the two of them paddled at the edge of the ocean. Angela looked so incredibly sweet in the new swimsuit that Shelagh had purchased for her before the family had left for their holiday, her soft blonde hair tied back in a bun since she had been complaining about it getting into her face because of the breeze from the sea. As Shelagh gazed down at the perfect little boy whom was quite happy to lay in her arms, she knew that her entire world was based around the three beautiful children that never failed to amaze her. Along with the incredible man that she was leaning against, of course. Patrick always made her feel like she would be able to do anything as long as she tried hard enough, which was one of the things she loved most about him. Why she was proud to be his spouse.
'You honestly look incredible.' His gentle voice brought her out of her thoughts a few moments later as she sensed him shift closer to her upon the blanket, his hand coming to rest upon her lower back with a loving smile as she allowed her head to settle back against his shoulder. 'You are the most beautiful woman on this entire beach, Shelagh Turner, not that I've even needed to look at another one in order to know that. I wouldn't be able to do half of the things that I can if I didn't have you, my darling, and I can't explain how much I love you.' She giggled sweetly as she continued to cradle their son close to her chest, her thumb brushing against the warm skin of his leg when she tilted her head back to meet her husband's lips with her own in a lingering kiss. 'I can't believe you have been mine for four years.'
'It's been incredible.' She sighed before leaning in to catch him in a long and sweet kiss as he wound his arm slowly around her waist, their foreheads touching once they pulled apart for breath. 'I love you, Patrick Turner.' She breathed as she ran her hand along his torso and he trailed kisses along the expanse of her forehead and hairline, his thumb brushing against the softness of her stomach as he smiled.
'I love you too, Shelagh Turner.' He hummed into her ear before stroking their son's hair with the palm of his hand. 'And our three perfect children.'
- CTM -
The sun was setting slowly over the ocean later that evening as Shelagh and Patrick walked slowly along the edge of it and the beach was completely deserted, their fingers laced between them as her silky hair blew softly in the breeze and her head rested upon his upper arm. It had taken him a while to convince her that they could trust Timothy to babysit the children for an hour or so in the hotel room if he took her out for a sunset walk, but she had finally given into his insisting when he had promised that it would be the only time they did it. Even though she knew that was an empty promise. 'Come here.' A gentle sigh escaped her when her husband murmured against her hairline as he pressed his lips to it in a tender kiss, his hand releasing hers before he wound his arm around her waist and drew her closer. 'I don't think there's a better way on earth to watch the sunset than holding you against my chest, my gorgeous girl, I swear that.' He admitted as he set his chin down lovingly upon the crown of her head.
'The last time you said that to me was when we were stood together on the beach in South Africa last year.' She smiled as she allowed her arm to slide around his lower back, remembering how she'd been warm in his arms even though the breeze from the ocean had been rather chilly when they were in Cape Town. The same day that she had started to experience the symptoms of pregnancy. 'That was also the first time that you had ever kissed me properly in front of the others, which I must admit was extremely daring of you, Doctor Turner.' She smiled lovingly up at him, her blue eyes sparkling beautifully.
'Mmm, I think I ought to kiss you again.' He stopped her a few moments later before wrapping his arms around her middle and drawing her flush against his chest, her hands coming to rest upon his upper arms as she gazed up at him and nothing but love could be seen in her eyes. 'Just to remember what it was like.' He dipped his head and caught her in a long and tender kiss, then, Shelagh lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt as she hummed into his mouth and he drew her closer, still. His fingers stroked slowly through her light brown hair as her hands moved to cup the sides of his neck warmly, her thumb brushing against the warm skin at one side as her palm caressed the other. 'I love you so much.' He panted gently when they allowed the tips of their noses to graze, his hands settled upon her lower back.
'I love you too.' She whispered whilst she ran her hands slowly along the front of his chest and they gazed deeply into one another's eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly. 'Now kiss me again.'
She placed her hand upon the back of his neck then, bringing him down into a softer kiss than they had shared just moments before, his hands roaming slowly over the spine of his one true love.
Of his soulmate.
- CTM -
Author's Note: This should have been up yesterday evening but I forgot to upload it...Anywho, it's here now and I hope you liked this little chapter! I know that it wasn't really my best one, and I realize that I probably could have added more to it, but I couldn't think of anything else to write. Yes, I realize that it also ended a little abruptly but I kind of like the last line if I'm honest, haha! Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter, it would be much appreciated! Also, if you have any requests for what I could write for I, then I'd also be grateful if you included it in your review. Thank you for reading!
Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners!
A is for Angela!
'Here's your Mummy.' From the moment Patrick had softly spoken those words as he had eased Angela into her arms whilst she had stood with her eyes closed at the adoption agency, Shelagh knew that she had never felt such an overwhelming rush of love course through her veins. Their little girl had been so fragile and vulnerable as she had grizzled against her chest, but the moment that she had caressed her soft cheek with the side of her finger, Angela had settled immediately and gazed up at her in wonder. They had taken her home that same afternoon after she and Patrick had signed the legal documents with a shaking hand, finally adorning their daughter with the name Angela Julienne Turner. The Sisters of Nonnatus had been so generous towards them over the first few days of settling into life as the parents of a newborn, showering the two of them with toys, clothes and necessities for their little princess. The thing that they had been most grateful for was the beautiful bassinet which they had been presented with.
The bassinet had been a stunning sky blue colour with hand-stitched buttercups dotted over the fabric and lacy frills along the outside. Shelagh and Patrick knew that the Sisters had worked tirelessly in order to have the bassinet ready as soon as possible for their little miracle, and they knew that they had put all of their love and devotion into the gift. Surprisingly, to the mutual astoundment of them both, Angela had seemed to have gained a place in Sister Evangelina's heart. When they had been invited up to Nonnatus in order for the Sisters and the Nurses to meet their little girl, Sister Evangelina had sat for nearly an hour with Angela and a smile of pure love had been plastered upon her lips the entire time. Maybe she really did have a softer side. People didn't give her enough credit. However, no one could have loved Angela more than her parents. Shelagh had taken to motherhood like a duck to water and not a day had gone by that Patrick hadn't praised her for being such a perfect mother, causing her to giggle sweetly.
Now, however, their precious little girl was just two months away from turning three-years-old and she was still just as perfect as she had been on the day they had brought her home. Her hair, which, in the beginning had been soft and downy, was now a beautiful golden colour and traced the outline of her perfect face which made her parents adore her all the more. She was completely obsessed with her father, much to the delight of Shelagh, and would always go to him for snuggles when she was feeling under the weather. She did love her mother terribly, her parents knew that, but when Patrick wasn't working at the surgery the two of them would spend most of the day snuggled up watching cartoons. The one thing that Patrick and Shelagh loved most about their daughter was the fact that she was quite sentimental. On the day that she had turned one, Patrick had surprised her with a beautiful teddy bear. Its fur was made of the softest white material and its eyes were ice blue, a stunning red ribbon tied around its neck.
Angela had slept with it every night since her father had presented it to her, and she still couldn't get to sleep without it being next to her. If Shelagh or Patrick tried to settle her down into bed without it, she would cry and fight against sleep until they searched the entire house and found the bear that was now a little on the tatty side. The first time that the bear had been washed since Angela had received it, she had cried and thrown a tantrum on the kitchen floor as the bear had gone round in the washing machine. It had taken Shelagh over twenty minutes to calm her down with warm kisses and nuzzles, promising her that nothing bad was going to happen to her beloved toy. As soon as her bear had dried out on the washing line, Angela had been over the moon and she hadn't put it down for the rest of the day. It was one of the most heartwarming things that Shelagh had ever been blessed enough to witness. Aside from standing in the doorway to her daughter's bedroom as Patrick sang her lullabies after her nightmares.
The only person that could possibly love Angela just as much as her parents was probably her older brother, Timothy, who never failed to make her laugh when she was in one of her occasional moods. It had been incredible to see how close the two of them had gotten since the first time he had cradled her in his arms when she had come home to the flat, watching him become more and more protective of her as she had learned to walk and become more attuned to what was going on around her. Their parents had noticed how strong their bond had grown over the last few years, and Patrick and Shelagh had realized that there wasn't another boy more suited to the task of Angela's big brother. She adored him almost as much as she adored the two of them, and she'd only recently leaned to say his name correctly instead of calling him Timmy every time. He had thought that the nickname she had adorned him with was a little babyish for someone who was attending grammar school. However, he still adored his perfect sister.
Everyone who knew her was absolutely smitten with Angela.
Just the way she liked it.
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