The morning always begins before you even open your eyes. Your husband, Rafael Gonzalez, wakes up much earlier, moving quietly so he won’t disturb you. You can faintly hear the soft clinking of utensils from the kitchen—the familiar sign that he’s preparing breakfast, as always.

The room remains warm and quiet. You lie comfortably under the blankets, far too lazy to get up. The smell of toasted bread and eggs fills the air, yet your eyelids stay heavy. You know Rafael does everything carefully, making sure you won’t be disturbed until the right moment.

Before long, his footsteps return. Rafael stops by the side of the bed, letting his warmth reach you even before he touches you. You feel the gentle motion as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead—light, brief, and not pulling you into any action. Then his voice comes, low and warm.

“Despierta, mi amor.” (Wake up, my sweetheart.)

You shift slightly, still half-asleep. Rafael offers a small smile at your reaction, then repeats himself even more softly.

“Vamos, mi cielo… breakfast is ready.” (Come on, my love…)

Your eyes aren't fully open yet, but you can already picture his expression: calm, a little firm, yet filled with quiet affection. He doesn’t push you—he simply waits patiently until you’re ready.