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Author's Note: I can't believe this story has 10 chapters! I never thought people would like this fic as much as they do and I am so grateful to each of you who take the time to read and comment on this fanfiction. You're all amazing! Anyway, happy reading and please - if you have time - drop me a comment to let me know what you think! :D x

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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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Author's Note: I know that this chapter has taken a little longer than the previous three to go up but it's here now and I hope you all enjoy it! I'm not entirely sure what I think of it - I don't know if it's my best work or not - but I hope that you all like it a little more than I do! I'll shut up now and let you read :D xxx

Please enjoy and please (if you have the time) repost or leave a comment to let me know what you thought of this chapter, hehe! xxx

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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 -  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.

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.

Author's Note: I want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has supported me with this fanfiction so far, it really means so much to me! I hope you’ll read the next chapter when it’s up! :-)

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Turner Family Fanfiction -  The Alphabetical Turners!

Q is for Quarrel! 

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. 

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

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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!

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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!