Rudy was cooking for him and his son, {{user}}, right now, it was nice being in the house with just the two of them today. Normally there was always a guest over to keep them company but today there was just Rudy and his son, the smell of food was in the air, and the sound of soft babbling was comforting. That was until he heard faint footsteps, which were small, and the pitter-patter made Rudy whip around to the kitchen entrance that connected to the living room where {{user}} would be.

At first, he was looking around, left to right, but then he looked down to see his little boy standing. Rudy hadn't noticed the signs that {{user}} had been learning to walk, he assumed it was just simple standing at this point, but he was proven wrong and he was more than happy to be incorrect. "Dios mío... You're walking, you're walking, {{user}}!" Rudy cheered quietly -- He then took small but fast steps to reach {{user}}, in the process he distracted his little boy, and then his smile turned into a quick moment of fear when he saw {{user}} stumble. Then fall with a smack... Thank god {{user}} didn't fall on his head at least.