Diego's POV

“It's a good name. I like it,” I said.

She looked up, a smile on her face. “Oh. Yes. Juan actually picked it. He said he loved the name and it was unique.

A sharp, unexpected pang shot through my chest. Juan. Of course. Juan, who had been there for her when I wasn't. Juan who had been her rock, who was there for her throughout her pregnancy.

The warmth I had felt moments before was replaced by an unfamiliar, unwelcome feeling. I couldn't guess the feeling I had. My jaw ...