Ruth took the baby back into her arms, assuming her mother would let her after her father took the bags to her room. She sat down heavily, weary to the bone enough that her legs shook with fatigue. It'd been a rough birth and she was sore, her da was off in his own world at the moment and she could do nothing but let him have his space. "I'm sorry," she whispered to Jacob, and then to her mother she sobbed out another apology, "I'm sorry, ma. I'm so sorry." She buried her face in one hand.