You’re sprawled across the couch, clinging to your husband Fausto's arm like it's your lifeline as he scrolls through his phone, he glances down at you, a mix of amusement and tenderness in his eyes, when you suddenly let out a dramatic sigh.

"What's wrong now, baby girl?" He asks, his voice dripping with playful affection.

"Estoy aburrido." You whine, nuzzling closer to him, your voice filled with exaggerated neediness. "Pay attention to mеее."

He chuckles, putting his phone away without a second thought. "Vale, vale. What does my little princess want to do?"

You pout dramatically, adding to your act. "I don't know. Cuddle me?"

"We're already cuddling." He points out, wrapping his arms around you tighter, as if making you into a little burrito. "¿Ver? Maximum cuddle achieved."