'Now that she's back in the atmosphere, with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey. She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey, hey.'

"It's our song!" Foggy called out from the kitchen area, cursing slightly under his breath as he caught his finger with the knife.

Matt grinned as he ran his fingers over the latest legal documents, "When did we decide this was our song?" He asked, the sound of the rhythmic chopping calming his mind.

"You're breaking my heart Matty! It's the song I was listening to me when we first met!" Foggy turned his attention to Joey, who was pushing a toy train along the floor, "Can you believe this kid? Tell your Papa how silly he is!"

"Papa, Papa, Papa!"

"That's right!"

After learning how to say "Pa!" and "Da!", Joey had only just learnt how to say the actual words, and honestly, it was never going to get old. At just over a year old, Joey was picking up a new skill every week. This week, it was finding the nearest solid object and pulling himself into a standing position.

Like now for instance.

Shuffling over to the small table, where the radio sat, Joey reached up and babbled as the radio presenter started chattering about their newest competition.

"What is it Joey?" Matt asked gently, "Ra-Dio. Come on, ra-dio."

"Really Matty, really?" Foggy rolled his eyes, smirking when Mat gave him his best innocent look (which was actually pretty effective). "Let's just stick with yes and no for a while."

Ignoring his parents, Joey made a sound of frustration in his attempts to grab the musical object, only to over-balance slightly and fall backwards onto the floor.

Matt and Foggy held their breaths as Joey frowned in confusion for a few seconds, before twisting around to crawl in a different direction

"I swear, every time he falls, I just want to run over and help!" Foggy sighed wearily, "How do you remain so calm."

"He fell onto his butt, the part which is heavily padded…" Matt chuckled, "… he wasn't hurt, only shocked. If we ran over and began fussing, he'd just burst into tears because he'd think he was dying or something. Don't worry. He'll let us know if he's seriously hurt."

As Joey began to squeeze the tentacles of his Octotunes toy, Foggy glanced out of the apartment window. "It's starting to get warmer… maybe we should go for a walk or something? Before it gets to a point where all we can do is lie here and whine about the heat?" As though coming to a realisation in his mind, Foggy suddenly snapped his fingers together, wincing when Joey whined at the sound, "Sorry kid, but I have a brilliant idea for when it does get warm…. Mini paddling pool in the living room."

"… You want to put a mini paddling pool, full of water, in the middle of our living room… with two blind people wandering around?"

Silence.

"You could… you could hear the splashing of the joyful baby, right?" Foggy sounded so hopeful, "It'll just be a little one."

"Okay, okay…" Matt chuckled, "… I'll think about it."

…..

Of course, they ended up getting the little pool, and after a few days of confusion and spills, it had a place in the corner of the living room, keeping Joey cool during the hotter parts of the day.

"Alright, this is it!"

Matt glanced up from his paperwork and frowned, "This is it?"

"Joey's little glasses look adorable , he's wearing a cool denim cap, we are ready for that posh party the bosses have thrown at us."

Ah yes… the Landman and Zach office party, all children allowed.

Aka, come and bring your kids, and we'll all try and out-do each other.

"Joey will be the cutest one there, even if it kills me."

Matt chuckled, pushing himself to his feet, "I'll get the pushchair ready, you put some sunscreen on him then."

"Oh yeah sure, give me the hard job!"

…..

"Fifteen minutes." Foggy sighed, as he pushed the pushchair in through the park entrance, "I can't believe it took me fifteen minutes to put a tiny bit of sunscreen on him."

Matt just chuckled, grip tightening on his stick as the noise from the other parents and children hit his ears, along with the scent of dog mess and uncooked hot dogs. As they got closer and closer to the noise, Joey started to whine and squirm in his chair.

"I know, I know…" Foggy whispered soothingly, reaching over and gently ruffling Joey's hair, "… we'll stay for about an hour, and then we'll get home and you can get back in your little pool."

"An hour? A little optimistic, don't you think?"

"Fine… however long it takes, before I lose my temper with everyone. Sound better?"

"Sounds more believable."

Quickly spotting the Landman and Zach party, Foggy led them over in that direction, the fake grin already making its way onto his face.

With Foggy dealing with the greetings, Matt moved to lift Joey into his arms, "I know, I know." He murmured as the baby whined and squirmed, "I know you don't want to be here." He sighed deeply, "To be honest, I don't really want to be here either."

Finding an abandoned bench nearby, which felt a lot cooler than everywhere else (and not smelling any fresh paint which might have been the reason behind the emptiness), Matt took a seat and slowly started to pat Joey on the back, hoping to soothe him before they got mobbed by the other parents.

"Papa." Joey grumbled into his chest, tiny fingers clutching at the material of his t-shirt.

"We can do this… we can do this."

…..

After around ten minutes, Joey settled down and Matt was led over to the other parents and colleagues from Landman and Zach, as Foggy kept an eye on his son with the other young babies.

"You should see him right now…" Foggy whispered, knowing that Matt could hear him, "… crawling through the grass on his belly. I'm going to cry about those grass stains later, I just know it."

Matt couldn't help but chuckle slightly, thankful that it seemed to fit in with the conversation, as the others started laughing about something or other…. To be honest, he hadn't been paying attention he the conversation ever since the words "so on our last vacation to Hawaii."

And then he heard Foggy's heart-rate increase.

"Oh… my…. God."

Not caring if he looked rude, Matt turned away from the others, "Foggy! Foggy!"

"I think he's going to walk Matty!" Foggy rushed over, taking Matt's arm and leading him over to the play-area, "He's managed to pull himself up onto his feet using one of the climbing frames…. He's got his head tilted to one side… one moment."

Letting go of Matt's arm, Foggy knelt down. "Joey! Joey, over here!"

Following suit, Matt moved down to his knees as well, "Come on Joey… you can do it."

There was a brief moment of silence before Joey's heart-beat sped up ever so slightly, before Foggy started to clap in excitement.

"He's doing it! He's doing it!"

Everyone else in the area almost seemed to get quieter, as they were also watching.

Unlikely, but the thought was nice.

"Come on! Come on!" Foggy encouraged, knowing that Joey was following the sound of his voice, "You can do it."

Only a few more seconds passed, before Foggy whooped in glee and shot back up into a standing position, "You did it!" he cried out, as Matt slowly got to his feet, "Joey, you walked!"

"How did it look?" Matt couldn't help but ask, a soft pang in his heart at the knowledge that he would never get to see it himself.

"He stumbled a few times, but I think he knew what he was doing and where he was going…" Foggy chuckled, "… I think he's been planning this for a while." He leaned over and whispered in Matt's ear, "He's definitely been the star of the show for this picnic."

"Oh?"

"Everyone's staring at him Matty…. I think some of the women are going to cry and quite frankly, I thought most of these women had their tear ducts removed."

"Foggy- "

"- What, it's true!"

Joey giggled in agreement.