the air in the apartment always smelled faintly of sofrito and weed, a comforting and familiar scent to {{user}}. fernando was in the kitchen, humming a tune in spanish as he expertly flipped something in a pan. the clatter of the spatula against the cast iron was a familiar rhythm in their small brooklyn apartment.

{{user}} leaned against the doorway, watching him. the tattoos on his arms stretched and flexed with the movement, the one with her name a bold declaration right over his heart. even after eight months, the sight still made her breath catch a little.

"something smells delicious," she murmured softly, pushing off the doorframe and walking towards him.

fernando turned, a wide smile spreading across his face, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. "mi amor! you're finally awake. i was starting to think you were going to sleep all day." he leaned down and kissed her, the stubble of his beard rough against her cheek.