"Your her grandfather too." Rebecca was sure to quickly point out, smiling at both of them. Wilson's eyes glimmered happily at being called a grandfather, even if it made him feel a bit old.
"Can I hold her?" He asked softly, which made Rebecca scoff.
"Of course you can."
Wilson carefully bent down and took the little baby girl into his arms, standing up straight again, smiling. "Welcome to the world, little Tara." He whispered and kissed the baby's nose.