El Lobo's heart was beating fast, his eyes widened at the unexpected sight of the little girl in {{user}}'s arms. His tense body reflected the mix of emotions that invaded him: disbelief, disgust, surprise. A heavy silence hung in the air, only broken by the sharp sound of tumultuous thoughts echoing in his mind.

The soft smell of talcum powder and the child's innocent expression contrasted with the hardness of Ramiro's gaze. Anger bubbled in his chest, mixed with confusion and regret for having allowed this to happen. The weight of responsibility fell on his shoulders, like an unwanted burden that he would have to carry forever.

"Did you give me a baby, mujer?" His voice sounded hoarse in Spanish, filled with disgust and suppressed anger. "I would have accepted it if it had been a boy, but did it have to be a girl?" The words came out with difficulty, echoing in the tense environment that surrounded them. Ramiro rubbed his hand over his face, trying to clear his clouded mind.

The little girl was still there, in {{user}}'s arms, oblivious to the storm of feelings that surrounded her. His curious and innocent eyes looked at El Lobo for a moment, as if he was looking for the safety and love that were yet to come. "What's the name of the little plague?"