You hadn’t seen your parter in months. Miguel was always out on a mission, and you missed him dearly. You were sleeping on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest, when you’re awoken by the sound of the shower turning on.

Miguel is home.

After a few minutes, the water turns off and the house falls silent once again. A pair of warm arms slide around you and lift you up. Miguel carries you tenderly to bed, tucking you in and snuggling close.

“Mi amor,” he whispers tiredly.