Yes, he did. Geri’s child, Gara, was born later that night after a very tricky labour. The baby was breech, and so there was a lot of touch-and-go.
Bombur met her briefly, and he held her once. He is very good at holding babies, after all. “Hello, little love,” he said in his soft, shy voice. “I am your grandpa, and I love you already.”
“That’s your nose,” Gimris said, smiling tiredly.
“Nah, it’s hers,” he said, and tapped it with a gentle finger. “That’s her perfect little nose, that is.”
The baby, exhausted after her tricky entry into the world and with the opportunistic ability of all newborns, blinked with her unfocused little eyes, and promptly fell asleep.