Prompt 50: "Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything"

Summary: Patrick, Tim, Angela, and Teddy have plans for Mother's day, but with that group, how could anything go according to plan? Ending the series with more of a Turner clan than Turnadette feel, but it felt right.

A/N: I. MADE. IT. NUMBER. 50. Wow. I can't believe we're here. This is the longest project I've ever committed to and I'm so happy I was able to see it through! Thank you so incredibly much to all of my faithful readers. You've made writing this saga so much fun and your enthusiasm has been so moving and inspiring. I don't know what my next project will be but I can only hope it will be as rewarding! From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

A/N 2: The whole baby in a cooking pot thing was apparently a thing in my family. There are pictures of myself and my mother as babies in cooking pots. I have no idea why.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Pinks!" Angela exclaimed excitedly as she emptied a brand new box of pink wafers onto the breakfast tray Tim was preparing.

"Ange, no!" Tim admonished. He moved his egg pan off the burner and quickly picked the biscuits off the tray, sighing when they left piles of crumbs from Angela's enthusiastic hands. "If you don't listen, then you can't help."

"Mummy likes Pinks." Angela argued with a pout. Tim rolled his eyes and turned back around to focus on the eggs he was trying to make. Angela took the opportunity to take back her wafers and start crushing them into Shelagh's empty tea-cup-to-be, fascinated by the flaky pink dust. Tim whipped around at the crunching sound.

"Angela, stop it!" he snapped as he ripped the tray away from her.

"Timmy, give't back!" Angela shrieked. She scrambled to grab the tray and fell off her chair. It wasn't a far drop, but it was far enough that she wasn't going to take it lying down. "Daddy!" Angela cried out and Tim swore under his breath as he heard Patrick hurry down the stairs.

"What on earth is going on in here? You'll wake her up with all this noise." Patrick harshly whispered. Teddy stirred in his arms and looked around, confused at being in another room so quickly. Patrick quickly spotted Angela on the floor in tears. "Angela, what happened?" Instead of answering, she raised her arms up for him to cuddle her. He glanced at Teddy, who was currently occupying his embrace. "Tim, would you mind?"

"Dad, I'll never get breakfast done if I keep being interrupted." Tim argued, aggressively moving his spatula through the eggs.

"I knew this was a terrible idea." Patrick mumbled to himself before turning to Angela. "One moment, sweetheart, let me get Teddy settled."

"No, Daddy! No more Teddy!" Angela cried. Patrick sighed and glared at Tim who was determinedly ignoring the morning plights of his family.

"Okay, Angel girl, um," Patrick looked around and grabbed their largest pot from where it was drying on the counter from the previous night. "Here you go, son, nice and snug." Tim turned around at that.

"Dad, you can't put him in there." Tim stated with wide eyes.

"Why not? Your mum and I did it to you all the time and you turned out just fine." Patrick countered irritably. Teddy babbled happily in the pot, completely oblivious to his brother's concern or his sister's crying. "Now, then, young madam, what happened to you?" Patrick picked Angela up and sat her on the counter. She immediately cuddled into his chest and he smiled at how like her mother she was in ways she would never know.

"Timmy...won't...let...me...help…" Angela stuttered through her tears.

"Tim…" Patrick sighed disapprovingly. Tim was quick to jump to his own defense though.

"She wasn't helping!" he explained, his spatula getting more and more aggressive.

"Nu-uh!" Angela argued back, her feistiness returning after her comforting snuggle.

"She was putting her wafers in everything, Dad." Tim groaned. "She was ruining it."

"Your mother likes pink wafers, Tim." Patrick countered. "I'm sure she wouldn't have minded a couple."

"See, mummy likes Pinks!" Angela happily agreed with Patrick and Teddy let out a happy wail of approval. Tim let out a grunt of frustration.

"She can have wafers any day." he insisted. "It's her first Mother's Day with Teddy, I just want it to be nice." Patrick smiled wryly. It was harder to discipline the smaller Turners when they were all acting with good intentions.

"It will be nice, Tim." Patrick assured him. "If nothing else, she'll appreciate the thought."

"No offence, Dad," Tim laughed, "but I'd rather leave her with more than the thought, especially given how last year's Mother's Day turned out." Patrick let his memory wander back to his own failed breakfast in bed of the previous year and how he'd had to take them all out for breakfast because he'd burnt Shelagh's favorite pan beyond all hope of repair. He winced.

"Yes, that's probably for the best." he agreed. "I take it I'm not allowed to help, then?" Patrick asked knowingly.

"Not a chance." Tim refused. "Do you think you could just get the pancake ingredients out? I don't think you can burn them just by touching them…"

"Watch it…" Patrick warned, but his grin gave away his amusement and Tim laughed. "Angela, why don't you help me over here while Tim finishes up the eggs, okay?"

Angela nodded excitedly and Patrick helped her off the counter so they could hurry to the pantry. As Patrick put ingredients into Angela's eager arms, a crash echoed from the kitchen and all Patrick heard was Tim yelling "Teddy!" He ran as fast as he could to his sons and panic quickly turned to relief as he saw Teddy out of the pot, but safe and sound. That was more than he could say for Tim's plate of perfect eggs, which now lay shattered on the floor next to the pot that had rolled off the counter.

"Oh no, Teddy, what happened?" Patrick chuckled. Teddy smiled and reached out for him and Patrick gladly picked him up off the counter. Tim, meanwhile, was fuming.

"What happened?" Tim asked, horrified. "Dad, I have to start all over again!"

"Tim, it's just eggs, it's really alright." Patrick tried to convince him.

"No it's not. Just because you can't cook doesn't mean the rest of us should fail at it." he sassed.

"Timothy, please." Patrick sighed. He really didn't want to start another argument. The part of him that wanted to allow Shelagh a lie-in that morning was quickly diminishing. How on earth did she handle all three of them at once? "Look, Shelagh is probably still asleep or she would have come downstairs. Why don't we just-"

"Pancakes!" Angela shrieked with glee. Patrick and Tim turned around and stared in horror. Angela had gotten hold of the pot on the floor and attempted to make her own pancake mix, but had ended up with only a few specks of flour in the pot. The rest of her eggs, oil, flour, and sugar covered her from head to toe and were slowly spreading out into a massive puddle of sticky mess. "Oops" she shrugged.

"Patrick, Timothy?" Shelagh's voice floated from upstairs and the two elder Turner men looked at each other in panic.

"This is your fault!" Tim whispered harshly.

"I'm holding Teddy." Patrick argued. "I didn't do anything." They knew they didn't have time to clean up the entire mess, but they at least had to hide Angela. Tim hurried to pick her up, but slipped in the sea of eggs and oil and tumbled onto the kitchen floor, clothes wet with the ingredients of his failed present.

"Ange, come here, we have to get out of the-"

"What on earth is going on in here?"

Patrick, Tim, Angela, and Teddy all turned towards Shelagh, frozen with guilt. Shelagh glanced around her previously pristine kitchen and her jaw dropped.

Patrick was the first to break the silence.

"Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything." he urged with utter defeat. He felt his shoulders tense in preparation for an onslaught of righteous anger, but instead, he was met with laughter. "Shelagh?"

"Oh Patrick," she shook her head as she tried to get herself under control, "I would've thought you all learned your lesson last year." He looked at her sheepishly, but his heart warmed knowing she appreciated this year's attempt all the same.

"Apparently not." he chuckled. "What do you say, meet at the car in 30 minutes?"

"Maybe we should meet at the restaurant next year." Tim grumbled as he hurried upstairs to shower.

Angela shuffled over to her parents and Teddy.

"Oh no, Angel girl." Shelagh sighed with a smile. "I think you could use a good scrub as well before we head out, what do you say?"

"Happy mummy's day, mummy." Angela hugged her sticky body tight to Shelagh's legs and Shelagh bent down to hug back.

"You know you'll need a shower as well, now?" Patrick indicated as Shelagh was slowly covered in her fair share of almost-batter.

"Well, maybe you can wash my back before you wash my kitchen?" Shelagh winked at him before carrying Angela upstairs.

Patrick swallowed. Maybe the morning wasn't a total loss after all.

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