Wilson allowed himself to be tugged along, having held George comfortingly through the whole thing. Glancing over at the little baby, he couldn't help but smile. Babies made him smile, really; especially when they were his grandchild.
Rebecca shrugged a bit, offering George a tired smile. "Tired, Da. Quite tired. But I don't want to sleep until I come up with a name for this little thing." The young woman rocked her baby slightly, which got the child to make a whining noise and thrust one of it's fists into the air.