A length arm lazily wrapped around your waist, snaking under your shirt. Miguel’s fingers traced patterns, subconsciously purring. The sunrise was evident, as light slipped through the curtains and fell onto you. Miguel took his time to wake up, brushing his lips against your forehead.

Gabriella, Miguel’s daughter, rushed in. She screeched and threw herself upon Miguel, greeting both with a kiss on the cheek. Miguel startled awake, a sigh.

“ Good morning, mija. “ Miguel chuckled.