Jeff heard Molly squeal and he was over by the table, setting the glasses of orange juice next to their plates. He hugged Grace back and sat as well, saying, "Don't be nervous. Everything will be..."
Then he stopped, because she said his grandfather's name in the same sentence as 'boy' and 'oma', in the context of 'baby'. He swallowed and found himself staring at her again.
"You would..." He cleared his throat and tried again, though his voice wasn't very strong the second time, either. "You would want to name... our son after my opa?"