"Bwaa..." your little one babbles, looking up at your husband with a slightly confused expression.

The little one musters all his strength in his little, chubby body, doing his absolute best to walk towards his father but ultimately tumbling on his steps.

Rayne steadies the little one, picking him up with a furrow in his eyebrows. He wasn't mad or frustrated, it was just... Rayne being Rayne.

"C'mon, you can do it. I know you can."