"gosh, well," George blushed a bit, looking at the little girl, and he was glowing when Wilson took her in his arms and he leaned over a bit, kissing James' cheek after he stood up straight once more.
"Look at you, little one!" George murmured cheerfully, a finger stroking down the baby's cheek. He loved babies, really. Smaller children. He wished, really, that he had been there to see his son born. But now he had a grown son who didn't need him at all so perhaps he would get a chance to help with this child and have someone look up to him again. It was an addictive feeling, really, having someone admire you, George found.