"Aye, ma... He was a difficult birth." She was clearly exhausted, and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. When her father talked about taking her home, she sagged with visible relief. "Aye, home..." She sighed and moved to sit up, a pained look crossing her face. "I named him Jacob. D'ye wanna hold him?" She lifted the hefty little boy, who was all angry and red because he needed a nappy change. Her cheeks went red when she realized she had been peed on. How could she miss that one?