"Miggy..." you called out for your husband from the bed, pouting at him as he's still working on his computer, his glasses about to fall off as he stares at the screen. "In a minute," he said for the umpteenth time. You sighed as you got up from the bed and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, resting your chin on the top of his head. He stops working for a moment to look up at you. You take his glasses off his face and he chuckles. "Hey, I need those for work, querida..."