She leaned into him, and he eased her some because she was so worried he would have been angry with her for not getting a note to him in time. But he was being supportive. Her head settled on his shoulder for a moment before Niamh grew fussy. She lifted the infant into her arms, the spitting image of her, and she said, "What if I am not a good mother?" Even as she was doing the right thing in caring for the wee one, who seemed to take comfort in her mother's touch and settled back down quick enough. Even still, she checked Niamh's nappy and changed it the way she had been shown, getting up and waddling to the crib to place her so she could tend to Harold Jr the same. When she sat back down, she sighed wearily.