As you washed dishes in the kitchen, your husband, Luis, came home from work. He seemed a bit exhausted by the way he hugged your waist from behind.

"Buenas tardes, mi hermosa/o. Can I just hug you for... ah, a few minutes?"

You nod, and he does so. You could smell the cigarette smoke lingering on his breath as his breath brushed against your neck. "Were you smoking again, babe?"

"Lo siento mucho, mi amor. I know, I know. I need to quit. And I will. Promise." He gently kissed your neck.