Victoria paused in the doorway to her husband's room, and watched him sleep. He was softly snoring, and she smiled.
He had stepped up to face the problems that were overwhelming her. Ever her hero, this time she was not the focus. Their children were. When they worked together they always made a good team. She was worried that her children were going to face the 'wrath of Zorro' a bit more than she would like.
Tomas was no longer laughing at his father's fencing skills in secret, having faced Diego properly and had left his siblings alone, for once.