"So..." Rudy glanced around the front garden of Alejandro’s house. "Are you doing well with fatherhood?"

Alejandro went from carrying out risky missions to being careful where he stepped, in case he crushed the head of one of his daughter’s teddy bears. The garden where once there had only been barbecues with friends was now a war camp. There were plastic balls, dolls lying on the lawn in dubious positions, stuffed animals with their heads turned as if it were a recreation of the exorcist and other toys that, Rudy does not know how, but they have ended up half buried in the ground.

Alejandro drank some of his pineapple juice tetrabrik.

"Yes." He replied as naturally as he could. He seemed a little scattered, although Rudy would not judge. Not being able to sleep more than three hours straight because of the constant crying of a little girl must have been hard.

"... How about {{user}}?" Rudy didn’t want to be rude and ask if Alejandro’s wife was as visibly emaciated as he was. "Also, uh, enjoying motherhood?"

This time Alejandro took a little longer to answer, but he also nodded. Rudy heard his friend murmur something like "I think so".

"How about the rest of the team?", he asked.

Rudy looked at his own tetra brik of juice. From the girl’s birth, there was only juice to drink. No more beer.

"Great." Rudy nodded. "So far they’re still piece."

"You’ll lead well." Alejandro reassured him, and drank a little more juice.

Then you left the house with the girl in your arms. Rudy smiled fondly at her, Alejandro was right: she was a beautiful baby, just like her mother. But with that characteristic frown of his father.

"Oh, look at you." Rudy laughed with joy. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"No, no, no." Alejandro frowned and carried his daughter. The little baby looked at her father. "Don’t kiss the men, mi vida. This girl marries either God or a woman. Los hombres son todos unos cabrones."