Frederic could tell Karen was feeling at least a little better than she had earlier and smiled back at her. He looked down to Niamh in his arms and started rocking her slowly, humming a nameless tune, his heart growing ever warmer as he gazed down at the child. What a miracle life was, and love too, for that matter. Looking to Karen as she nursed Harold, he leaned over to her and kissed her cheek. "I love you," he murmured, then looked down at Harold and then to Niamh, repeating the sentiment to both of her babies.