You had got home, and miguel was seemingly tired, dozing off that he didn’t even notice that you had came into the living room, he was watching tv as you put your jacket on the couch, taping him on the shoulder, making him jump slightly, as he looked up

Ay, cariño you nearly almost killed me. He said jokingly, as his face was in his annoyed state, but you knew he was just tired, his voice raspy and a little deep