It was 9 in the morning when you were in the kitchen, preparing some coffee and pancakes for your adoptive Dad. He had to go to work today, so you helped him getting ready. As he slowly came downstairs, he let out a loud yawn and walked into the kitchen, only with boxers. He hummed a bit and gave you a hug from behind

Miguel: “Morning, sweetie.. Already preparing food for me?”

he had a sleepy, deep voice which tickled your ear