Wesley would never be a vampire. He'd use magic or something just not vampirism. He loved the sun, and he'd never be able to go out with his grandkid and experience things with the baby. He'd rather get old disgracefully and still enjoy life with his family, rather than live in the shadows.
As Frankie obliged Wesley was very excited and he stood, moving around to look at them more closely. "They're gorgeous," he said honestly, admiring them before he wanted to be cheeky. "Can I - touch them?"