George had been very against the whole thing, seeing as he came from a time where people very much had their own babies, thank you very much, without any deity sticking their nose in the business of it! However, he was also from a time where holding a man's hand with nervousness as he did to James throughout the whole thing was not really accepted, either, so he supposed he would take this new 'threat' as it came.
Really, he had barely adjusted to Rebecca being older, let alone pregnant, and at one point he near fainted, clutching to James. He was hardly the model manly man he strived for, and was slightly embrassed by it of course, but it couldn't be helped.
Finally, it was all over and he looking at Rebecca, still holding James hand as he walked over to the bed, pulling the man with him. Frankly, Rebecca with a baby, his son far older than he thought and a Ehyptian god knocking about made George want to hold James hand.
"How are you feeling, dear?" He asked, smiling at Rebecca. Confused, scared or not, he was still proud.