"Right." Bill said when they were inside. "You sit down, and I'll carry this upstairs," and provided she let him, he took her bag and carried it upstairs, glad for another practical thing to do. Once in Ruth's bedroom, he sank down into a chair and collected his thoughts. He was relieved his daughter was home safely and yet he was angry with her. And yet he could hardly express anger with a young woman who had just given birth, which was entirely unfair. And then there was the fact that he was a grandfather.

Bloody hell.