"And so is there a problem Miss Flack?" Hannah was asked as she sat in the place she never thought she would have to go again. Dr Taylor sat opposite her with the notebook in her hands, waiting for the girl to speak.

"I don't know," Hannah admitted slowly. "I just feel...like...I can't explain it."

"Take your time," the psychiatrist urged her. "There is no need to rush."

"When I see them they're so happy...and Matthew...he's gorgeous..." Hannah smiled at the thought of her little baby brother.

"And this is an issue how?" Dr Taylor asked "is it to do with the loss of your own child?"

"He's so small" Hannah said, her eyes wide as she looked down onto her entwined hands on her laps, "And...he's just perfect...and...I destroyed a baby like him," Hannah looked into the Dr's eyes. "I lost someone like Matthew...it all just came back to me...that my child will never be able to laugh or even cry...learn to walk and talk...because I killed it."

"I'm sure you don't need telling you that the loss of your child is not your fault Hannah" the Dr assured the young woman. "It was a tragic accident."

"But it was in my body" Hannah said "it was my responsibility to protect it...and I failed...I couldn't do it..."

"And by seeing your little baby brother this has made you think of all this?" the Dr asked.

"I know," Hannah sighed, running a hand through her brown curly hair, "I'm messed up...I don't even know why I'm here...I just needed someone to speak to...about how I feel...dad and Jess are so happy right now...I don't want to trouble them."

"Don't you think it's best they know how you feel?"

"I had a discussion like this with Jess," Hannah said. "She told me it wasn't my fault I lost the child."

"And she would be right," the Dr assured her.

"So why do I feel like it is my entire fault?" Hannah asked.

"Because it is a natural reaction," she responded quickly. "But you need to know that the loss of your child is something which was out of your hands..."

"Perhaps," Hannah whispered.

...

"Oh, hey," Don said when Hannah walked into the kitchen, dropping her keys onto the side and smiling at her dad, pulling her grey blazer tighter around her.

"Where's Jess?" Hannah asked.

"Upstairs with Matthew," Don said, "she's teaching him how to play with his little new police car...with all the buttons and that."

"And why aren't you with her?" Hannah wondered and Don looked at his daughter.

"Because I have a daughter who snuck off to counselling and she's also important," Don replied and Hannah looked at her father with wide eyes;

"How do you know?" she whispered.

"I heard you booking an appointment last night," Don said. "What's going on Hannah?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

"Don't lie to me Hannah," Don instructed her. "You're my daughter."

"I know dad," Hannah said. "But...I don't want to talk about it, okay? It's nothing to worry over."

"I think that my daughter going to counselling is something I should worry about," Don replied.

"Look," Hannah stated curtly, "I don't want to talk about it, please dad," she begged him.

"Hannah," Don said, complaint in his voice.

"I'm fine," she promised him. "I just needed to sort some stuff out, okay? Just...don't get involved...for once..."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" Don said, although he had an idea what it could be about. Hannah shook her head firmly;

"No. Now...I'm off to see my little baby brother."

...

"And this one," Jess smiled as she sat on the floor, her baby on her lap and a police car in her hand as she pressed the button on it, "starts the sirens."

And with that, a blaring noise echoed the room and she watched as Matthew remained emotionless and his hand slowly hit at the car and he caused it to make another noise;

"You'll get the hang of it soon," Jess said in a whisper, "it took your daddy weeks to work out where the siren was in his real car."

"Hey," Hannah said, walking into the room and looking at Jess as she sat opposite her, folding her legs beneath her.

"Oh hey," Jess said and adjusted Matthew to look at Hannah, raising his hand and making him wave;

"Say hello to Hannah."

"Hey," Hannah smiled and waved lightly back. Jess slowly stood up and handed Matthew down to Hannah, straightening out.

"I was getting stiff," she said to Hannah and looked at Don who was stood in the doorway;

"Back in a minute," she said and left Hannah explaining the pumping of the heart to Matthew.

"So?" Jess asked and Don shook his head;

"She told me nothing," he said. "She said she doesn't want to talk about it."

"A bit odd, isn't it?" Jess stated and Don shrugged;

"I don't know what goes through that girls head," Don sighed, "I'll ask Mark when he comes."

"You think he'll know?" Jess wondered.

"No idea," Don said, "he might have a better chance at finding out than I do at the moment."

"Dad!" Hannah called out and Don and Jess walked back into the room where Hannah was stood, holding Matthew at arm's length as she handed him over to Don.

"He's left you a gift," Hannah said and wrinkled her nose at the smell. Don took his son and then looked at Jess who held her hands up in defence;

"I did it last time," she excused herself.