“Ah, Christain. It’s good to see you, son,” his father said in Spanish as soon as they were connected. “You are good? You look good.”
Christain was so far removed from good that it was actually quite funny, but he merely nodded.
“All good here, Papa,” he lied. Their relationship wasn’t one that encouraged confidences.
“Ah. Wonderful,” the man said jovially. “Listen, Christain, I have someone I want you to meet.” He ushered someone off-camera to join him, and a stunning young brunette stepped into view and sat down on his father’s lap. Christain sighed inwardly, already knowing where this would lead.
“Christain, this is Carmen, your new mama-to-be.” Christain tried not to wince at the introduction; the girl looked a full decade younger than Christain’s own thirty-two. “Carmen, this is m
