Pan's Labyrinth (translated)

The captain sat at the wooden desk fixated on the silver pocket watch. Looking through his eye loupe, he carefully and gently used a small brushing utensil to clean the inside mechanisms. He cradled the watch, not lovingly, but respectfully. A soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” he said sternly. It was the doctor. Unlike the captain, he was an older man, wore thin black glasses, and had a tidy beard. Unlike the captain, his face was full of worry and concern.
“How is she?” the Captain asked flatly.
“Very weak,” the doctor answered with traces of sadness tinting his inflection.
The Captain did not look up but continued working on the watch. “She’ll have as much rest as she needs. I’ll sleep down here.” He closed the watch and looked up, “And my son?”
“Pardon?” said the doctor, confused.
“Excuse us, Captain…” An officer said as he entered the room accompanied by a fellow soldier.
The captain glared and slightly raised his black leather gloved hand as a signal for interruption. “My son, how is he?” he continued.
“For the moment, there’s no reason to be alarmed.” The doctor replied.
The Captain nodded with approval, “Very good.” He rose from his chair and put a lit cigarette in between his lips.
“Captain, your wife should not have traveled at such a late stage of pregnancy,” the doctor said with uneasiness.
The captain paused for a moment and took the cigarette out, “Is that your opinion?”
“My professional opinion, yes, sir.”
“A son should be born wherever his father is. That’s all.” The captain said condescendingly. Taking a long drag, he began to walk from his dimly lit quarters towards the two awaiting men.
“One more thing, Captain.” The doctor added. “What makes you so sure the baby is a male?
Cigarette smoke sputtered through the Captain’s nostrils as he chuckled. Turning with a malevolent smile, he retorted, “Don’t fuck with me.”