Diego's baby was eerily quiet, for a de la Vega, Alejandro thought, pausing in the doorway.
"Pick him up, Diego. He's your son." Alejandro was alarmed at Diego's hesitation.
"Look at how little he is. I want him to grow big, like Mendoza," Diego said with a half-hearted chuckle. Lifting the infant gently, Diego carefully brought him to his chest, as he had all his other babies.
"He will. He's a de la Vega. He'll be as tall as you."
"If I call him Jaime, just for luck?"
"Mendoza's a good man, Diego. A kind heart and a robust soul."