Their kisses were slow and passionate as Shelagh cradled Teddy protectively in one arm in order to reach up and cup the side of her husband's neck in her small palm, her head falling back against his shoulder as she surrendered completely to his kiss. The only thing that made them reluctantly pull away from one another after several long moments of contented hums and sighs, was the faint grunting of their son as he nuzzled against his mother's breast. Shelagh couldn't help but giggle softly as she rested her hand upon her husband's strong chest and Patrick pressed a lingering kiss to the creamy skin at the centre of her forehead. 'I'm worried that I'm going to wake up later and find that all of this has just been another one of my dreams.' She admitted, a slight sadness in her tone as she turned her attention towards her son and leaned back into her husband's chest, her lips curling up into a tired smile when she felt his warm lips brush a tender kiss against the freckled skin of her shoulder as his arms slowly made their way back around her tiny waist. 'There's been so many nights that I have dreamed of this moment, Patrick, of you holding I and our baby so safely in your arms, only to wake up disappointed yet again.'

'Not a single part of this has been a dream, my darling.' Patrick hummed quietly into her ear as he brushed his thumb against her slightly deflated belly and she stroked Teddy's dark downy hair with the tips of her fingers, a smile of pure love and devotion spreading across her lips when her son allowed his eyes to flutter open and his warm hazel brown eyes met with her light blue ones. 'You have made me the proudest husband in the world tonight and I love you so much more in this moment than I have ever loved you since the day I slipped your engagement ring onto your finger.' He kissed the side of her head lingeringly as her eyes drifted closed and the corners of her lips curled up into a perfect smile, her heart swelling with the overwhelming love that she possessed for the man that was holding her so protectively in his strong arms. 'You mean the world to me, do you know that?' He kissed her neck slowly. She couldn't stifle the soft sigh that escaped her as his warm lips traveled over her smooth skin and his hands moved slowly towards her waist, her head falling slowly to one side in order to give him a larger canvas to cover with his tender open-mouthed kisses as he ran his large hands soothingly along her sides.

He pulled away from her neck with a gentle chuckle when he heard the long and precious yawn that she tried to stifle into his shirt, his lips pressing to the top of her head when their baby boy pulled away from her breast and there was a slight coating of milk upon his lips. 'I don't think I've ever seen a more satisfied face in all my life.' Shelagh told him with a gentle giggle in her tone before she brushed his thumb across Teddy's tiny lips, leaning to plant a sweet kiss onto his smooth forehead whilst Patrick set about pulling the sleeve of her nightgown back up her arm. 'Would you take him for a moment whilst I find a pair of pyjamas to put him in?' Her husband blessed her with that perfect side-smile of his as he nodded before she carefully drew Teddy's warm blanket further around his body and eased him slowly into Patrick's tender embrace, moving slowly from in between her husband's legs before getting off of the bed and making her way up to the dresser. She soon found some small pyjamas for Teddy, making her way back over to her bed as Patrick was alternating between slowly patting and rubbing their son's back as he had brought Teddy to his shoulder and their son was now quite content to cuddle against him.

'What has Mummy got for Teddy, hmm?' His voice was soft and gentle so not to startle him as he continued to lovingly coax up his son's wind, a radiant smile upon his beautiful wife's lips as she lowered herself down onto the edge of the mattress with a slight wince of discomfort and she kept her gaze fixed upon the two of them. She already knew that Patrick was going to make the most incredible father once again. As soon as Teddy had released the softest of burps and he was beginning to drift off against Patrick's shoulder, Shelagh accepted him into her arms and placed a tiny kiss upon his button nose before laying him down carefully atop the quilt. It took her longer than expected to pin his cloth into place, considering he was wriggling about on the bed from the cold air against his warm skin, a loving sigh escaping her as she drew him into her arms and brought him to snuggle against her chest in order for him to feel her heartbeat. 'You were born to be a mother.' She looked up to see Patrick beaming over at her, pure love shining in his eyes.

'I remember holding Angela like this when she was just a wee baby like Teddy.' She admitted gently as her palm rested protectively upon the silky skin of their newborn's upper back and he snuffled softly against her nightgown. 'It would soothe her when she woke through the night and I would sing Gaelic songs into her hair as she held tightly to me. I can still remember how I used to lay in my mother's arms when I was about five and I was able to feel her heart beating beneath my head as she stroked my hair and hummed into my hair. Whenever I did it with Angela, she would be out like a light within moments. It also appears to have the same effect on this little one by the looks of it!' A precious giggle escaped her as she gazed down at her charming little boy and Teddy was now sleeping blissfully against her chest, her nightgown grasped tightly in his tiny fist while she pressed the softest of kisses to the top of his head. It was a few moments later when she lay him slowly back down on the bed, lovingly slipping his arms into his nightshirt and his perfectly small legs into his pyjama bottoms before she lifted him back into her arms and gazed down at him with pure love and wonder in her eyes as she cradled him near.

'Come and snuggle with me.' Patrick drew back their quilt as Shelagh rose from their bed and made her way around to her own side with Teddy sleeping peacefully in her arms, propping her pillow up for her to lean against as she lowered herself down onto the mattress and he covered her lovingly once he was sure that she was comfortable. 'Shelagh?' He spoke softly a few moments later after slipping his arm securely around her shoulders, her sleepy hum against his shoulder as she snuggled into his side acting as her reply. 'You are the most captivating woman in all of Poplar, darling, I mean that with all my heart' She met his loving gaze then, accepting the tender kiss he brushed against her lips.

'I feel as though my life is completely perfect now.' She admitted blissfully as she gazed down at the beautiful little boy nestled safely in her arms as he slept, his tiny fingers in his mouth as he sucked on them. 'I mean, you and our three beautiful children are all I could ever want or need and I will never take a single one of you for granted. I know our life together hasn't always been smooth-sailing, but we've managed so far, haven't we?' Her charming blue eyes sparkled when she met his gaze again, Patrick sighing lovingly.

We have.' He pressed a kiss to the bridge of her nose before noticing the fatigue in her eyes. 'Come on, Mrs. Turner, lay our beautiful little boy down and come and have a cuddle. Doctor's orders.' A sweet giggle escaped her at his words before she shifted slightly in her space and lay Teddy down carefully in the cot beside her bed, stroking his soft cheek with a smile before she covered his lower half with a blanket and left a kiss to his small chin. She then went willingly into her husband's awaiting embrace before he snuggled down beneath the quilt with her and she draped her arm over his abdomen, her leg tangling with his beneath the covers before he kissed the crown of her head. 'You need to get some sleep.' He reminded her as he ran his hand along the curve of her side through her nightgown, hearing a gentle sigh of contentment escape her when she nuzzled beneath his chin. 'I will never stop being proud of you or loving you, for as long as I draw breath, Shelagh Turner. You mean the world to me.'

'And you mean the world to me.' She reassured him before pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his chest and allowing her eyes to flutter closed when he drew his fingertips through her warm brown tresses. 'Goodnight, Patrick.' He nuzzled against the crown of her head when she murmured sleepily against the dark hair that covered his torso, her fingertips trailing lovingly along his side as she fell into slumber.

'Goodnight, my beautiful Shelagh.' He whispered into her ear before switching out the lamp, holding her just a little tighter, and drifting off into a blissful slumber with the woman of his dreams in his arms.