Diego sat by the bed, watching his wife sleep. Sweat was still on her pale forehead. He took a cloth, and wiped her face gently. Cleaner than it had been after the other births, the room was too clean.
When Tomas had been born it was all so different. Victoria was awake and overjoyed. His father had slapped him on the back, delighted in his long-awaited grandson. Acting like she had never been in pain, Victoria had needed a lot of convincing to get her needed rest.
Wrapped in a soft blanket, the baby watched him silently. Diego watched him.