”He already is,” Finbar murmured warmly, his hands covering Cho’s as she supported their sleeping, eating son. Gently he nuzzled her temple, and shifted just enough that he was the one holding the weight of the infant, wanting to give Cho as much of a relief as he could.
“Next time, if I don’t wake,” he said quietly, “bring him to bed so you can sleep. Then I can burp and change him afterwards.” There was no need getting Niall used to socializing at night. Might as well show him from the beginning, that night-time was sleep-time.