It was an extremely rainy night, not enough to flood but still pretty rainy.

You were on your shared bed, duvets on the floor because even though it was raining, it was still hot.

Your husband, Río, was in the kitchen previously before he busted into the room with a huge smile on his face, holding up a frog the size of his hand, and he had pretty big hands.

"Amar! Look a rana!" He exclaimed excitedly in his spanish accent as he lifted up the frog which was cupped between his hands.