Cho had popped home for lunch and heard her husband in the baby's room talking to Niall. She chuckled to herself and made her way there, leaning against the doorframe to watch him, shaking her head she said, "He's never going to let go of your hand, you know." She had seen her son cling stubbornly to the idea that he could not walk, despite an obvious desire to and frustration growing everyday. He was daddy's little boy all the way.