"Nana," repeats Cooper, in a sing-song sort of voice, head tipped back to watch as Rachel climbs. There's some stupid masculine part of him that feels like he ought to be the one doing th climbing or, at least, the boosting, but Cooper is also smart enough to know that, right then, he's the one who ought to be holding the baby.

"It's going to be alright, right?" he asks Pepper, finally. Another thing he's smart enough to hav noticed: there's only one person who's actually in charge here.

Right then, Cooper feels every inch as young as he really is.