Dr Davis also treated him with considerable deference as he monitored Emma's labour, assuring them both that everything was proceeding normally.The contractions were coming fast. She barely had time to catch her breath in between the waves of pain. Daniel sat beside her, watching anxiously, giving her his hand to grip, repeating what the doctor said—head engaged, won’t be long, bearing down soon—as though she couldn’t hear for herself, or he needed to assure himself that this agony had a short time limit.Emma didn’t try to speak. Wanting to remember everything about having this baby. Her entire concentration was focussed on willing her baby to make a safe journey from her womb, imagining every pain as a positive step forward. The urge to push came suddenly and was almost uncontrollable.“Not too hard, Emma,” the doctor instructed. "Slow it down if you can, a nice, gentle passage, no tearing. Yes, that’s good…coming now…head in my

The door opened and Jared walked into the room. They hadn't really talked since he arrived but he had been nicer, smiled more and very warm towards her... And especially to little Jack. He wasn't so so terribly intimidating anymore. He had turned out to be surprisingly charming. And he loved Jack. His new nephew. He’d perch Jack on his big, broad chest while he read, informing the baby of any interesting movement on the share market. “This boy is a Rohan indeed,” he’d declared one day. "Can’t start learning too soon.” But right now, as he walked into the room and asked Karen and Monica to excuse them so they could talk in private, Emma wasn't sure of what he had to say. After they left, he turned to her and Emma waited for him to speak. "You look very beautiful, Emma" Jared said. "My brother is very lucky to have you" Emma smiled sweetly at him