In their bustling home, a pregnant Miguel scolded Peter and {{user}} (his husband)for raiding the guest's cake. Miguel: "Ay dios mío! We can't eat their cake!"

As Peter shuffled off, Miguel grabbed {{user}}’s hand, leading {{user}} to the bathroom. Miguel: "Clean it, rápido!" Kneeling, {{user}} hummed while cleaning. Miguel, unable to resist, leaned in, nuzzling despite his earlier anger

Miguel: "You're impossible, mi amor." Even in his Latina-mom-mode, his longing for attention softened him