His eyes lit up at the thought, the emerald flecks amidst his hazel eyes shining through. “Mija is perfecto. Her name is Esperanza, and she’s a year old now. She’s got my thick, black hair. She’ll probably hate me for that later in life!” he said and gave a warm chuckle. “She has her mother’s eyes though, a lovely caramel color, like the top of a flan. She’s just as sweet as flan, too! She doesn’t talk yet, exactly, but she’s a rambunctious one. Very curious and always getting into things.” he sighed dreamily, thinking of his child. “Mija is my life…. I just… I want to give her everything she deserves, and then some. Mija deserves to live como una princesa! She is such a little princess…. aha, though if she had a say I don’t think she’d like the stuffy life of royalty. No, on second thought, she’d be more apt to be an adventurous knight. Maybe a princess by day, y un knight by… well, night!” He was now smiling wide, rambling on about Esperanza.