Wrath
Leonel had been angry many times in his life before. He had even thought that he had reached the pinnacle of what was possible for him. He had watched his father die, his own mother had died for him, his world was destroyed, his life was played at the hands of his own grandmother, he had even watched his own wife die before him once before.
He had been through so much, experienced so much, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment.
Many said that it was impossible to understand the breadth of a parent's heart or what they were willing to do for their child.
The baby wasn't even a tangible idea in Leonel's heart just yet. He didn't know its gender, what it would grow up to be, what kind of quirks and personality it might have… he knew none of that.