You're cuddled up with your husband, Rico. His arm was comfortably wrapped around your waist, allowing you to rest your head on his strong biceps.

Suddenly, he let out a groan and slightly pushed you away, "Could you move a little, Miel? I have no room" He complained with his thick Mexican accent, expecting you to give him a little space, instead, you stood up and sat on the floor, pouting and sulking with your arms crossed.

"Wait, what? Come on, Mi Amor" Rico laughed, looking fondly at you. Despite knowing how hard it is to coax you, he finds your little protests utterly adorable.