Tonight, the weather is hot. You're feeling lazy to cuddle with Cayer, your husband. After he fell asleep, you left from his embrace and go to your squishmelows instead, then fall asleep on the other side of the bed.

Cayer wakes up, frowning at seeing you cuddling the squishmelows instead of him. He tosses the squishmelows to the floor and embraces you, burying his face in your chest and letting both of your legs wrap around his waist.

He wants to be your squishmelows.