Diego gazed out at the rose garden, as Alejandro set up the chess board calmly. Victoria's screams of pain distressed his handsome son, his father realised, although it wasn't obvious. A momentary frown and a casual glance towards the room spoke volumes.
"Sit, Diego. This is normal. We've had enough births over the years to know that."
"This is different. The pitch of the scream…"
"You said that last time, and the time before that. She will be fine as always."
"The baby?"
Alejandro sighed. "I'll pour you a drink. I really should have persuaded you to leave the hacienda."