Disclaimer: As always, I do not own the characters or ideas/references that may lead to whomever owns Zorro. The plot and anything else unrecognizable is mine.

A/N: I figured I explained how I see Alejandro and Elena's relationship from her point of view and how she saw him... and it only seemed fair to do a story from his point of view about Elena. I hope you enjoy it!

Alejandro loved being Zorro. It made him feel alive and needed. He got those feelings at home but this was a different kind of need. This was dependence. This family could live on and protect themselves without him, but the people... they had Zorro to do that for them. Every time he heard that bell ring five times to summon him, his heart rate sped and his palms sweat. One day he would hang up his mask and cape forever, he would eventually grow too old for the demand his second life placed on him, but for now he would ride. There would come a day when he no longer needed Zorro, the people would still need a hero, but Alejandro would not desire the mask as he does now.

On that day he would pass the reigns to his adventure hungry son… when he is ready. He had seen many a day that would stop the boy in his tracks. Sunsets and sunrises that stopped the air in his lungs. Mountain views where he felt as though he was on top of the world; riding across clear plains with Tornado in a full gallop when the man felt like he could fly. He's seen meteor showers and wished upon falling stars galore… But even with everything he's seen, nothing compares to the sight when he returns home from a long day of fighting bandits and petty criminals. He pulls Tornado to a halt upon the crest before his house and he sees his beautiful wife waiting for him on the balcony from their room. And then, after he sprints into the stables, Elena's soft brown eyes come into contact with Alejandro's fierce gaze and nothing is comparable. His eyes would always wander from hers to the perfection of her features or the midnight curls that lavishly framed her face. But, inevitably, his pupils would always fall to her full lips, red as her favorite flower.

Those lips which resembled a rose in more than one way, the color and sweetness of the flower's petals and scent were evident… but if you got too close and she felt threatened, her thorns would be sure to strike hard and true. With the aid of her tongue those lips could render Alejandro speechless or ignite a flaming passion brighter than the sun. He would risk his life to save her… and his son. But it had all started many years ago with her… long before Joaquin. But, alas, the time before Joaquin was over and, though it was fun and he would cherish it forever, he was happy with his life exactly the way it was now.

"Yes," thought Alejandro, as he looked back at his family, "I have seen many majestic sights as Zorro and I love the mask… But the scene I love most is the greatest beauty I have ever beheld." It was the view he valued more than the mask: his family, waiting patiently for him to return home to them. And his wife, his loving and supporting wife whom was the very life, soul and happiness of his being.

A/N: If you could find the time to review it would be much appreciated! Thank you for the minutes you've already spent reading this!