Half inspired by an imagineyourotp prompt and half inspired by Hannah (ctmsundays) who is currently freezing cold.

So dedicated to Hannah xx

'Patrick come back to bed I'm freezing cold.' Shelagh whined from their bed. She had awoken shivering and had turned to her regular source of warmth to find him absent. 'You can't let me get used to sleeping wrapped up against a human furnace and then just get up in the middle of the night!'

'Darling some of the nuns and nurses are here.' He called back nervously. He was still uncomfortable sometimes around the nuns having taken Shelagh from them and the frank discussion about their proximity in their marriage bed was one topic he never wanted to discuss with them.

'Oh. Great send one of them in then. Which one looks warmest? Is sister Evangelina there? She's usually toasty warm. What are they even doing here?'

'Discussing a case.'

'It's 3am!'

'It's important.' There was a loud thump and an ominous scrapping noise. 'What are you doing in there love? You're making a lot of noise!'

'I'm coming through. If you can't keep me warm in here than you can warm me up on the sofa.' She explained calmly.

'So ...why are you making so much noise?'

'Duvets stuck.'

'Again?'

'Aye.'

'Wait you're bringing the duvet through with you?'

'I'M COLD! And sleepy!'

'And grumpy and stubborn.' Patrick groaned as the nurses giggled. He avoided the sisters eyes.

'I'm going to ignore that comment.'

'You heard that?'

'It's hardly a large flat darling and you have a loud voice.'

'Is Timothy not in the house then?' Sister Julienne asked, amusement evident in her voice. He braved a look at her and warmed at pleased and, he noted, slightly proud look in her eye at the interaction.

'No he's staying at a friend's house tonight. Ah hello darling.' Shelagh walked in with the duvet wrapped tightly around her, looking even tinier than ever under its bulk.

'Hello. Morning ladies. Ah that's better.' She plonked herself across his lap and covered them with the duvet before falling asleep with her arms around his waist and her cheek pressed to his chest.

'That was quick.' Jenny laughed.

'Years of practise apparently.'

'Shelagh stop fidgeting.' Patrick murmured into his wife's ear as she twitched above him.

'Stop drooling Shelagh!'

'Was that a snore?' Trixie cried, shocked, as an almighty grumbling noise burst forth from her petite, delicate friends form.

'Great. Once she starts snoring upright she doesn't stop no matter how many times you move her or prod her. Shelagh wake up. Shelagh!' He called loudly as he shook her awake.

'There'd better be a fire.' She groaned into his neck.

'You were snoring again.'

'I do not snore Patrick!'

'Yes you do love.'

'Don't.'

'Yes you do Shelagh.'

'Excellent now you're all ganging up on me.' She pouted.

'Thanks for keeping me updated.' Patrick saw the ladies out of the front door.

'Our pleasure Doctor.'

'Now you be sure to keep our Shelagh warm.' Trixie grinned at the woman who was now leaning against him, arms still wrapped around his waist.

'I'll be sure to do that. Goodnight ladies.' He shut the door. 'So...You still cold?'

'Yes. But I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.'

Reviews appreciated xx