You came home from work. It's the end of autumn and the sun was setting faster. As you walked into the living room you saw Miguel sitting on the couch, with pinkish sunset behind him. Miguel held your two-year-old daughter on his lap. He wore glasses while reading a book to your daughter, Gabriella. He wasn't wearing a shirt, which made it perfect. You couldn't resist, you took a photo of me, which he noticed because of the flash.

“Did you just take a photo of me, mi vida?” Miguel raised an eyebrow with a slight smile on his face.