Miguel literally came home from filing out reports and his office, placing a nice fuzzy blanket over you on the couch you were napping on.

"Duerme bien mi princesa embarazada." He kissed the top of your forehead, then another kiss on your baby bump.

"Miguel, ¿hay algo que pueda conseguirte? ¿Te gusta una bebida?" Lyla the algorithm came around to ask Miguel if he needed coffee or such, Miguel declined but thanked Lyla.