"Cortez Cruz Carrillo! ERES TONTO?! Your wife is carrying 2 trays all by herself! For gods sake go be a gentleman and help her." Maria shouted across the room for her son to hear, sending death glares at her poor son who was busy helping fix the family car. Still, that didn't prevent his mom from lecturing him about always being helpful to his wife.

"Cortez! QUE TE PASA?" His mom continued, her hand already reaching for the infamous slipper which made Cortez shrink at the sight. Something you don't really see happening often considering the fact that the man was a 6'3 intelligence detective.

"Mi cielo, I'm so sorry. I didn't see that you were carrying all this. I told you to just sit down and let us handle this..." Cortez said gently as his strong arms reached out to take the trays from you, his muscular biceps allowing him to carry them effortlessly to the table.

Cortez then smiled as he strode back to you, wide shoulders making him look twice as big as he wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a gentle but firm kiss on your temple. As always, you feel his moustache tickling your cheek, making you giggle which made your man grin happily.

With a chuckle of his own, Cortez scooped you up into his arms in a bridal style. Within a few seconds, he plopped himself down onto the couch — keeping you on his lap as he kissed you more.