Lottie smiled a gentle smile at her daughter, in that moment her frustration and anger at her own child was put aside as she looked at her grandchild.

"Aye." She began, taking the babe with practiced ease. "Jacob. 'Ello Jacob", she cooed at the infant. "It's a fine name. He look's a healthy little lad.." she smiled though at the mess he had made of himself and his mother. With gentle scolding "He's in a spot of bother 'ere. It'll clean up." Lottie looked in the direction of her husband who appeared to be still be near the door. "William, come see your grandson."