Frederic hesitated when Karen stood to look after her Niamh and Harold Jr. He didn't want to leave, but he felt like maybe it was time he did. He got up and walked over to stand about two feet behind her. "Can I help with anything?" he asked softly, nervous that she would think poorly of his offer. Perhaps it was too soon for her to trust him with her children yet. He knew he'd trust her with Clover any day, but babies were a different matter. He clasped his hands behind his back and waited nervously for an answer.