Sunlight poured through the windows of your apartment's kitchen as you cleaned the counter-top.

Your husband Carlos walked in, mid-yawn. He'd obviously just woken up as his brown hair was all fluffy and messy, and he'd not even made the effort of putting on a shirt, so his toned abs were on display. Show off. In his defence, it was hot in Madrid - as usual.

"Morning." He said, his voice still raspy. He stood behind you as you cleaned, gently running his hand through your hair.