Turner Family Fanfiction - The Alphabetical Turners
The soft coos of her perfect two month old son was what roused Shelagh pleasantly from her deep slumber as the early morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the drapes in the windows, a soft smile upon her lips as her eyes fluttered open before they focused upon Edward as he lay contentedly in his cot. Slipping the hand that wasn't held by Patrick's through the bars of his cot, she lay her palm on his tiny stomach and brushed her thumb against the fabric of his nightshirt. She smiled as her son turned his head slowly to meet her gaze with his own, a gummy smile forming upon his lips when she slowly brushed the side of her finger against the warmth of his cheek. 'Hello, you.' She whispered as her lips curled up into their own sleepy smile and her blue eyes sparkled lovingly, sliding her finger into his palm.
She knew that it wasn't going to be long until the bedroom door would open with a gentle squeak once Angela had woken, since she had told her the previous evening that they would have to get up earlier if they wanted to have everything ready for Patrick. It was finally Father's Day and Angela had been looking forward to it for the last three weeks since she had chosen her present for her father, a shiny pocket watch which Shelagh had allowed the word "Daddy" to be engraved upon at her daughter's pleading. Timothy had used the majority of his pocket money to purchase his father a new briefcase, and Shelagh'd managed to find something that she knew her husband was going to like. It wasn't long until Edward started grizzling as his grip tightened upon his mother's finger, Shelagh realizing that he wanted his milk.
She reluctantly unlaced her fingers from Patrick's as his arm was still tightly draped over her hips and his face was buried in the crook of her neck as he snored softly, his chest pressed against her back while his warm breath was rather soothing against her skin. Once she had carefully managed to extract herself from her husband's embrace, she gave a gentle sigh of relief when he turned over with a soft humph. Sitting up slowly, she couldn't help but smile lovingly down at the man who had made all of her dreams a reality. He was everything to her and to their children, and she was going to make him see it if it was the last thing she did. 'I love you so much.' She murmured into her husband's ear when she leaned down towards him, pressing her lips to the warm skin just beneath his jaw before rubbing his arm tenderly.
Leaning into her son's cot in order to bring Edward slowly into her arms and cradle him protectively against her chest, she couldn't help but plant a kiss to the warm skin of his forehead as he smiled up at her and gripped her nightgown with his tiny fist. 'My miracle boy.' She nuzzled the tip of her nose against his before reaching up to lightly pull the ribbon at her shoulder, allowing one side of her nightgown to fall away from her chest before guiding Edward to her breast and permitting him to latch on. As his tiny hand came up to cup the warmth of her breast and he started to suckle gently upon her nipple, she settled back against her pillow and gazed down at him with a warm smile upon her lips. The bedroom door slowly opened a few moments later, revealing a sleepy Angela while she held her beloved teddy by the ear.
'Mummy?' She rubbed her eye slowly with the heel of her palm as she made her way slowly across the room after shutting the bedroom door behind her, Shelagh smiling lovingly at her precious four-year-old as she cradled the back of her son's head protectively and brushed her thumb against the warm skin of his leg. 'Are we going to be making Daddy's special breakfast soon?' Angela climbed up onto the bed of her parents before slowly crawling to sit between the two of them, laying her head down upon Shelagh's arm as she watched her feed her little brother. 'Is Edward having his breakfast, Mummy?' She smiled. Shelagh nodded silently as she drew her eyes away from her son and pressed her lips to her daughter's warm brow, Angela leaning into her with a sigh of satisfaction before she snuggled up against her side.
'He is, my wee princess.' Shelagh replied before cradling Edward in one arm and wrapping her free one around her daughter's shoulders, allowing Angela to settle against her as Patrick slept peacefully beside them. 'Is Timothy still sleeping?' She felt her little girl nod against her chest as she stroked her small fingertips against her baby brother's cheek, a loving giggle escaping Shelagh's lips as she trailed her hand along the warm skin of her daughter's arm. 'Why don't you go and wake him up and tell him that we'll go down and make Daddy's breakfast, hmm? I'll let Edward finish his breakfast and then we can make a start in the kitchen.' The excitement was evident in Angela's eyes when she looked up at her mother, kissing her cheek softly before she slipped from in between her parents and slid carefully off of their bed.
Shelagh knew that she had a messy morning ahead of her, but she didn't mind in the slightest. To her, it wasn't that they were making more mess for her to clean up later. They were making memories.
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It was later that morning when Shelagh was stood at the stove as she continued to turn the bacon over in the frying pan and Timothy and Angela were setting the table behind her, Edward content to lay in his bassinet beside the table as they went about getting everything ready before Patrick came downstairs. It had taken Shelagh quite some time to persuade her husband to spend Father's Day at home, to spend the day relaxing as a family instead of thinking about broken arms and vaccinations, but he had soon relented and promised her that he would focus upon his family rather than his occupation for the day. She found herself feeling as though she was more excited for Father's Day than her husband, finding it rather silly considering it wasn't about her, and yet she couldn't wait to see the smile on his lips.
'Daddy!' Angela's excited giggle made Shelagh turn slightly in place and notice her husband as he made his way into the kitchen, the two of them sharing a loving glance as he lifted Angela onto his hip and ruffled Timothy's hair affectionately. 'Happy Father's Day, Daddy.' Patrick pressed his lips slowly to Angela's warm forehead as he brought her into a tight cuddle, her head coming to rest upon his shoulder. 'Mummy made me, Teddy and Timothy get up early this morning so that we could get your breakfast ready.' He smiled over at his lovely wife at Angela's words, trailing his hand along his daughter's spine. 'We wrapped up your presents too, and Timothy helped me write your card! Edward got you a present too, but he's too little to know what to write in a card for you.' Patrick shook his head as he chuckled.
'Timothy, would you take Angela upstairs and help her to find Edward's present?' Shelagh asked lovingly once she had turned off the stove and made her way over to her family. 'You remember where I hid it, don't you?' Timothy nodded with a smile before Patrick set his little girl down and she took her big brother's hand, allowing Timothy to lead her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. 'I think I've bought us some time before they come back down, darling, so I think we'd better make the most of it.' Patrick smiled down at her with pure love and devotion in his eyes before he brought her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her slim waist as she slid hers slowly around his neck and met his lips with her own. Their kiss was long and tender as he brought his hand up to trail through her hair, a hum escaping her.
She allowed her hand to cup the sides of his neck as their lips caressed slowly and her free hand slipped down to his chest, gripping his nightshirt gently in her palm as she brought him closer and a chuckle vibrated against her soft lips. 'Mrs. Turner.' He murmured into her mouth as he trailed his palms along the curves of her sides through her nightgown, Shelagh slowly rising up onto her tiptoes to better the angle of their mouths. 'I can't believe how lucky I am.' He breathed when they parted a few moments later and he pressed his forehead against hers, his hands resting upon her hips as she trailed her hand along the front of his chest. 'I've got a beautiful wife,' He kissed her temple lingeringly before bringing her flush against him. 'Three perfect children that mean everything to me, and I couldn't feel happier.'
'We love you so much.' She reassured him when their eyes met and her gentle blue eyes sparkled beautifully, their lips meeting in a long and chaste kiss as he cupped the softness of her cheek in his palm. 'You've given me everything that I could ever hope to have, and you never gave up hope that we would have a child of our own even though we were told it wasn't possible. Now we have our perfect little Edward.' Patrick smiled lovingly as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against her hairline, his son's gentle grizzles causing him to pull away from his wife before he made his way over to Edward's bassinet, shushing him.
'Hey, hey, hey.' He chuckled lovingly as he leaned down to bring his son slowly into his arms and cradle him protectively against his chest, Teddy settling down as soon as Patrick stroked his knuckles along his warm cheek. 'That's my boy.' Patrick pressed his lips to his little boy's forehead in a lingering kiss as Shelagh went back to the counter in order to put her husband's breakfast onto a plate. The sound of her children hurrying down the stairs as they giggled gently together made her heart swell with love for her little family, something finally starting to dawn on her as she turned to her four favourite people.
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Shelagh couldn't help but sigh softly as she was settled in her husband's lap once the children had insisted that he opened their presents and he had kissed them both atop the head, her head cushioned on his shoulder as his arm was wrapped tightly around her middle and they watched Angela and Timothy play together in front of them. Edward, after twenty minutes of Shelagh humming into his ear as she'd paced back and forth with him in her arms, was now sleeping soundly in his bassinet that Patrick had brought into the sitting room. 'Don't tell me that you of all people have forgotten to buy me a present, Mrs. Turner.' He teased before nipping the ridge of her ear gently and earning himself a halfhearted smack upon the chest as she turned back to him with a glint in her eye; a beautiful smile upon her lips.
'That is for me to know and for you to find out, Doctor, but if you don't start behaving yourself then I'm just going to make you wait longer.' She leaned forwards and caught him in a long and warm kiss as she cupped his jaw lovingly in her palm, his hand lightly gripping the soft fabric of her dress as they sank into one another yet kept their kisses chaste in front of the children. 'See, Angela?' Timothy's voice made the two of them pull apart and turn to face their children, Shelagh's hands resting upon her husband's shoulders as he brushed his thumb against the curve of her side. 'We might have moved houses and we might have had a new little brother, but the mushy stuff doesn't change.' Patrick and Shelagh couldn't help but chuckle softly as they rested their foreheads together, his lips pressing to her temple.
The last couple of months had been tiring and stressful, what with moving into their larger house and then welcoming Edward into their family, but neither Patrick nor his wife could find it in them to bear a grudge. Not when they had been blessed with all the things they had ever dreamed of. Edward was an incredibly easy baby to tend to, and the family had warmed to him instantly, but Patrick knew that his wife was completely besotted with their little boy. She found it hard to put him down once she had him in her arms, and it was clear to see that Edward was going to grow up to be a Mummy's boy. The two of them had a bond that was unbreakable, that was for sure, and Patrick was glad to see Shelagh finally getting what she deserved. Ever since Edward had arrived she had been more relaxed. More herself.
They'd had so many worries throughout her pregnancy, what with her threatened miscarriage, but they had managed to keep strong throughout her stay at the London, and they had gotten through it.
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'I think I've waited long enough now.' Shelagh smiled lovingly as she was stood at the sink later that evening and she continued to wash the dishes from the family's supper, Patrick's strong arms wrapping around her middle from behind as he murmured gently into her ear. 'I may sound like an impatient schoolboy on Christmas morning, but I don't think I can wait much longer to find out what you are hiding from me, my love.' She sighed lovingly as she dried her hands on a tea-towel and turned around in his arms before resting her palms upon his torso, taking a deep breath before smiling lovingly up at him.
'I didn't know whether or not to tell you yet, because we obviously didn't plan it and we've hardly settled into Teddy's routine, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer and I feel as though you've the right to know.' He furrowed his brow slightly as he gazed down at her and she took his hand slowly into her own, guiding it to her lower abdomen before his eyes widened and all she saw was pure love and joy sparkling in his warm brown irises. 'It would appear that we've done it again.' She giggled tearfully as she smiled up at him and felt him brush his thumb against the slight roundness through her dress. 'I missed my previous cycle and I just had a feeling, so I sent off a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I know that women are more fertile after having a baby, but Edward's only two months of age!'
'We'll manage.' He reassured her as he cupped her face in his hands and locked gazes with her, tears sparkling in her eyes as she trembled and a breathtaking smile formed upon her lips. 'But before we do anything else,' His thumbs brushed against the soft brown hair at the sides of her head. 'Come here.' He brought her close to him then and caught her in a long and deep kiss, her arms slowly making their way around his middle as she stepped closer to him. 'How far along are you?' He murmured into her mouth as he cupped the sides of her neck warmly and she stroked her thumbs warmly against his back.
'A little over a month.' She rose up onto her tiptoes as she threaded her fingers through his hair and he pulled her flush against him, a smile forming upon his lips as she raked her nails along his scalp. 'I'll take that kiss as a sign that you're happy?' She giggled when they parted and he pressed a slow kiss to her hairline, her lips rather swollen when he took her hands in his own and fixed his gaze upon her.
'Happy is an understatement, my beautiful girl.' He brought her into his embrace and allowed her head to rest upon his torso, his arms sliding slowly around her waist as he kissed her crown. 'I'm ecstatic.'
'I'm glad.' She nuzzled slowly into his chest and gripped the fabric of his shirt as she allowed her eyes to flutter closed of their own accord. 'Happy Father's Day, my darling.'
'Thank you, sweetheart.' He murmured into her hair as he caressed the softness of her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
It truly had been the best Father's Day that Patrick had ever celebrated.
Author's Note: I hope you guys liked this little chapter that I finally managed to finish, but if you didn't then I understand because I'm not 100% happy with it. However, this is what I came up with and I was unsure if you could get pregnant soon after giving birth and so I Googled it, hehe! Nevertheless, please review and tell me what you thought! Thanks for taking the time to read! (I’m not entirely sure what to do for the letter G, so if you have any ideas of something for me to write about then please let me know! Thank you!)
