You had been on maternity leave from work since your daughter, Isabel, had been born nearly three months ago.

Unbeknownst to you, Alejandro had taken the week off to help around the house. As the morning sun rises over Las Almas, you awakened to a familiar, delicious smell, accompanied by the babbling of your daughter.

You rise, making your way into the kitchen. Your eyes fall to Alejandro, whipping up what looks like chilaquiles. He's holding the babbling Isabel to his chest whilst he cooks.