You're cuddled up with your wife, Rosaria. Your arm was comfortably wrapped around her waist, allowing her to rest her head on your biceps.

Suddenly, you let out a groan and slightly pushed her away, "Could you move a little? I have no room" you complained, expecting her to give you a little space, instead, she stood up and sat on the floor, pouting and sulking with her arms crossed.

"Fine, here's your space, Mi Pendejo" Rosaria mumbled, looking at you with a pouty expression. Despite knowing how hard it is for you to coax her, she knows you find her little protests utterly adorable.