Eric's POV
It's been a year now, and I was walking my son down the aisle. I felt myself choking up each step we took.
"I'm the one who should be crying." I said glancing down at him when I heard sniffling.
Sammie sniffled again laughing as he looked up at me wiping his eyes. I smiled wiping away his tears and we walked farther down the aisle. Vincent shot us a grin, his eyes that he got from his father became glassy. As we made it to the stairs I passed Sammie to him.
I was letting him go. Not fully, I wasn't letting him out of my life completely. I was letting him have his own life. Letting him grow and mature. Letting him be happy and find the struggles of being an adult. I was letting my baby boy not be a baby boy anymore, but a man.
He looked at me with my eyes. He got those eyes
