Well here we have the penultimate chapter. I would just like to say a big thank to my new beta; ellie-may11 who has kindly read this and been wonderful about it. I have loved writing this- so much so that I can't bear to spoil it. There will be one more chapter after this but this one is dedicated not just to all of you who have read this or been my been beta but to my Mum's friend who is fighting cancer. There will be more after this fic finishes- so if you keep an eye on me or the board or if you follow me you'll see it cropping up eventually! As always if you have time please review!

When Patrick reappeared she was more than relieved to see that their daughter had been dressed into one of the baby nighties and wrapped in a warm blanket. "Can we visit yet?" He said as he peeped around the door.

"Of course, come in." They were just tidying up, Shelagh had changed into a different nightgown and was sat in the middle of their bed and as soon as the door opened she held her hands out for her baby. Patrick looked happier than she had ever seen him and he was holding their precious bundle just as gently as he had when Cynthia had given her to him.

Patrick could see the longing in his wife's eyes. All of the nights when they had sleep in their bed and both had known of the void between them but here the void had been filled. He watched in awe at her face when he handed their little girl over. "Hello sweetheart, I've waited so long to meet you."

As she took the baby he came and wrapped his arm around her, the two of them scanning every image of her face, her little rosebud lips, the long delicate eyelashes and the bright blue eyes. "Look she's yawning." Shelagh stroked her cheek gently, her own mouth copying with a little 'o' shape. Patrick took his eyes off the baby and looked at her- she had never seemed so beautiful. She was looking at their daughter with eyes that he had never seen before and it made him love her in a way he hadn't realised. Neither of them saw the two midwives leave; they were so engrossed in each other and the baby. It wasn't until said baby began to mew slightly and they realised that she was hungry.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes I would." She was carefully encouraging the baby to latch on and she did readily. Once she had finished Patrick had returned with the tea and took the baby and began to wind her. When he had finished he felt her go heavy as she began to fall asleep, he stroked her cheek gently as Shelagh had and smiled when the baby's breathing became shallow. "She needs a name."

"Yes she does, do you have any ideas?"

"No although I did like Sarah."

"Timothy and Sarah, mmh I suppose it goes alright." She looked at the baby long and hard. "She doesn't look like a Sarah though."

"Well do you have any ideas?" She shook her head sighing. "Maybe Timothy will have some."

They had forgotten a little about the other little boy in their life. Shelagh checked Patrick's watch. "He'll be home in no time."

"Oh yes, well I think this is a nice surprise, don't you?" She smiled warmly at him and kissed him putting all of her love and thanks into it. "Thank you for letting me stay."

"I was too tired to march you out or put up any fight."

"I never thought it would seem that more beautiful when it was your own child."

"Neither did I. I'm just so elated that she's ours." She shared a secret smile with him. "You know you spurred me on a bit."

"How?" He leant back looking at her questionably.

"Your face, you were so excited and I didn't want that look to disappear and when you said that she was here, I felt my heart burst a little."

He laughed and rubbed her arm gently, "You were a star and I couldn't have been prouder."

They sat and waited patiently for the front door to go. When they heard Timothy call for Shelagh Patrick placed the nameless babe into Shelagh's waiting arms and left to go greet him. Shelagh sat waiting feeling more content than she had ever imagined and when the door opened and she saw timothy's excited face she felt her heart grow with love for the little boy. He came up to the bed his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open in wonder. He just stared at the baby for a moment.

"Would you like to say hello to your little sister Timothy?" He nodded and scampered onto the bed sitting next to Shelagh as she delicately placed the baby into his waiting arms. "Mind her head, that's it."

"Hello baby." He watched as she sleepily opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment before returning to her nap and clutching his little finger as he shook her hand gently. "She's so tiny."

"Yes she is isn't she?" Patrick sat at the end of the bed watching Shelagh stroke Timothy's hair.

"Does she have a name?"

"No not yet." They watched as his face lit up even more. "Do you have any ideas Timothy?"

"Well what about Evelyn." Shelagh looked at him for a moment. Patrick shook his head.

"No Timothy we couldn't."

"Why not? It's a good name." Shelagh smiled at him trying to make the crushed look that had appeared when Patrick had been so blunt disappear.

"It was his mother's name."

"It was my mother's name too." Patrick stared at her; he hadn't expected her to say that at very least.

"What?"

"It was my mother's name too, you weren't expecting that were you?" She looked down at the little baby and smiled. "Yes baby Evelyn we could call her eve for short."

"Shelagh please." Patrick suddenly looked devastated. "I can't."

"Oh Patrick." She stroked his cheek gently. She knew that it would be a constant reminder of what he had lost but at the same time there could be no greater memorial.

"Please Dad, she looks like an Evelyn, you always called mum Lyn so why can't we call her Eve instead?" Timothy looked at him defiantly, his eyes sparkling and Shelagh couldn't have been prouder of him. Patrick shook his head before looking at the baby and taking her gently from Timothy.

He traced her tiny palms before sighing. "She does look like an Evelyn." He sighed again, "Alright we'll call her Evelyn."

The two sitting in front of him smiled brightly at each other. His daughter opened her eyes and stared at him as if to say she approved. She wrapped her hand around his little finger as if to say that she owned it and he smiled brightly. "Baby Eve."