Roger just gave her a smile as he watched her through the contraction. She was so brave. He could tell she was in pain and let her squeeze his hand as hard as she wanted to. Con whimpered and tried to climb up on the side of the tub.
“No, Con, stay down.” Roger said, moving to push the dog back lightly. “Sit. She’s okay. We’ve got this.”
Con whimpered again and paced instead of sitting down. “He’s worried about you.” Roger chuckled as he glanced between the black Labrador and her.