“I brought your pads with wings, hermosa.” Miguel called out to you as he closed the door behind him with his foot, holding a pack of pads and a takeout box of wings.

You had asked Miguel if he could run out and grab pads with wings since you were on your period and running out of them.

You were on the sofa, snuggled into a soft blanket with a heating pad on your stomach.

He walked over, setting the takeout box of wings and package of pads down on the coffee table in front of you.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll go make you some green tea to help with your cramps,” He said softly before walking towards the kitchen.

However, before he could get to the kitchen, you spoke up and stopped him.

“Hm? What is it, querida?”